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I was also having the best sex in the world.

Leaning back, I propped my legs up on the table and laughed long and loud.

I was on the ride of my life, and it sure was exhilarating.

Chapter Nineteen

From the second Mr. Dylan Ashley walked up to reception, I knew I’d found my next potential sexual date. He was tall and dark-haired, with lovely chocolate eyes framed by long, dark eyelashes. His smile lit up his whole face and he had a confidence about him that screamed sexy. He was James Bond and Bear Grylls rolled into one. I nearly giggled at that thought.

“So, what brings you to the Gold Coast?” I asked as I completed the necessary paperwork.

He leaned sun-kissed arms onto the reception counter. “I’m a boat broker, here for the Gold Coast Marine Expo.”

“Oh.” The job suited his confident charisma perfectly. “Sounds interesting.”

“It is. I love it.” My heart did a little flutter as his eyes glistened, but then I realized the discreet down lighting probably caused that.

As much as I’d like to chat with him all night, I finished the check-in process, programmed his room card, and placed it on the counter between us. “Okay, Mr. Ashley, you’re in room thirty-eight on the seventh floor.”

When he reached for the card, I noticed long, tanned fingers, neatly trimmed nails, and no wedding ring. Perfect.

“Thank you,” he said. “Have a good night.”

I watched his sexy butt as he walked to the elevator, and moments later, he disappeared behind the silver doors.

For the next seven hours, I did nothing but imagine what was beneath Dylan’s stylish outfit, to the point where I was actually buzzing from the inside out.

“Morning, Jane.”

I looked up and thanked the stars that Needledick was nearly on time for a change.

“Hi, Mr. Karwatsky.”

“I’ve told you a dozen times to call me John.”

“Sorry. It’s just habit.”

“How was the night? All good?”

“No incidents.” I felt like I should ask how his mother was, but I really just wanted to head up to room thirty-eight and get some action on. It was so unlike me to be this uncaring, yet it felt so right.

I did the usual morning handover to Needledick, and we said our goodbyes. I practically skipped to the elevator. It dinged open, and after the doors closed, I wanted to bang my head on the door as it crawled incredibly slowly up to my floor.

Before I even reached my room, I’d tugged my hair out of the tight bun I’d had it in all night and started to undo the buttons on my shirt. By the time I arrived at my room, I probably looked like I’d already been shagged.

I jumped into the shower, washed, and hopped out again in record time. As sexy Dylan and I had spent some time chatting last night, and I may or may not have drooled in front of him a bit, I needed to take meticulous care with my makeup.

I applied the fabulous electric blue eyeliner along both the top and the bottom of my eyelids in an attempt to detract from my green irises and I plastered on foundation, eradicating all traces of my freckles. My choice of wig today was the short blonde bob, and it took a while to wrestle my long dark hair into it. I finished with blush to accentuate my cheekbones, Pinky Promise lipstick and a squirt of perfume.

I flung open my wardrobe door and studied the collection. My knee-high boots that I’d worn with Luke Stone last Saturday caught my eye, and a cheeky little idea raced through my brain.

After a quick rummage through my sparse underwear drawer, I put on my last pair of French knickers. They were black lace, and as I’d worn them many times, they weren’t as tight as I’d like them to be. Sitting on my bed, I slipped my feet into my knee-high boots and pulled the zip up the back of my calf.

I stood to look in the mirror and grinned. Could I do this?Hell yeah.

I tugged my trench coat from the closet and pulled it on, did up the buttons, then wrapped the belt around my waist and tied it into a knot. A delicious flutter rolled through me at what I was about to do.

I grabbed a black bag, transferred a few condoms to the side zip pocket, and after one last glance in the mirror, I strode from my room.

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