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When I can breathe again, I unhook my leg from over Wyatt’s face, and I lay down beside him. His fingers find mine and we lay like that for a moment until we have our breaths back. I sit up after a few minutes.

“Well, as nice as that was, it didn’t do much for my hunger. I’m starving,” I say.

Wyatt laughs softly beside me and then he sits up and picks up the room service menu from his bedside cabinet and hands it to me. I look through it, my mouth watering at all the delicious looking choices.

“I think I’m going to have the chicken penne arrabbiata,” I say after a few minutes.

I hand the menu to Wyatt who looks at it for a moment and then picks up the receiver of the land line telephone and calls down to reception. He orders my penne, carbonara for himself and a bottle of wine for us to share.

I am so hungry, and I know I’ll get impatient just sitting waiting, so I stand up.

“I’m going to take a shower while we wait for the food,” I say. “Can I go in yours or do you want to go in yours and I’ll go in mine?”

“We could both go in mine,” Wyatt says with a grin and a raised eyebrow.

I laugh and shake my head.

“We’ll never be out in time for our food coming,” I say.

“Fair enough,” Wyatt says. “You go on. I’ll follow you in. Like as in once you’ve finished.”

CHAPTER41

Serena

Iwake up and look at my watch. Fuck. It’s after ten o’clock and we’re going to miss our flight. Wyatt is still fast asleep beside me, and I reach over and shake him.

“Wyatt, Wyatt, wake up,” I say. He makes a mm sound, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “Wake up. We’ve slept in.”

This gets his attention, and he opens his eyes and rubs his hand across them. I sit up and throw the covers back. Wyatt sits up and reaches for his cell phone while I rush towards the adjoining door.

“I’ll shower in my room. It’ll be quicker,” I say. “Then we can both be ready together instead of you having to wait for me.”

“Serena, come back to bed,” Wyatt says.

“But …” I start.

“But nothing,” Wyatt says, cutting me off. “It’s ten past ten pm. We haven’t overslept; we just fell asleep early.”

“Oh,” I say, my hand falling away from the door handle of the adjoining room. I remember now. We ate our food and then we both said how stuffed we were and how we couldn’t move. I remember telling myself I was just going to close my eyes for a few minutes and then I would feel better. And yes, that had been at about eight o’clock.

I start back towards the bed and Wyatt gets up.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he says.

I nod and get back into bed. It’s warm and comfy but I think it’ll be a while before I can sleep now because essentially, I have just had a lovely long nap. Wyatt comes back into the room and gets into bed beside me. I turn to face him.

“So,” he says, smiling at me. “Should we finish what we started earlier?”

I smile back at him and nod. He drops a pillow on the floor beside the bed and I frown, confused. His smile disappears and when he looks at me, he is intense, the lust all over his face and when he speaks, his voice is dripping with both lust and authority, and I feel a fluttering in my stomach and in my pussy at the sound of it.

“Get down on the ground,” he commands. “Kneel on the pillow and put your palms flat on the wall.”

I don’t move immediately, and Wyatt raises an eyebrow.

“Now,” he says louder and with more authority. I feel my pussy flooding with heat and liquid, and I jump up and almost run to his side of the bed to do what he says. This is new and I feel like it’s going to be so fucking hot.

I kneel on the pillow and lean forward and put my palms flat on the wall like he asked me too. Or to be precise, commanded me too. The thought brings another rush of warm wetness in my pussy.

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