I hesitate for a moment, but I already know what I want. “I’ve never had sex anywhere public.” His eyes widen and I’m quick to elaborate. “Like, not in front of other people or anything. In private, but public. That bathroom moment between us… When you were too chicken-shit to fuck me in the bath—”

“I know the time you’re referring to, asshole.” The sting from his hand spanking the side of my ass, jolts a laugh from me.

“Ouch!”

Holding his hand up like a threat, he laughs. “Choose your words wisely, beautiful.”

“Well, I was sad that you didn’t come to my room that night… I wanted you badly.” My tone quiet while his eyes pierce my skin with his gaze. “Then I rubbed myself to the thought of you going through with it in the bathroom. I’ve never made myself come so hard.”

Aleck digs his eyes into mine, fully engrossed in my words. “The sexiest things I’ve ever heard come from a woman’s mouth have all come from yours.”

Aleck snakes his arm under my back and in one pull he flips me to my stomach. I squeal at the sudden movement, then laugh. My laughter falls immediately when he grabs both of my hips with a bruising grip and yanks, pulling my ass into the air.

“I’m going to fuck you till you can’t walk, with nothing between us but your arousal.”

My breath picks up and I’m moaning before he’s even entered me. His hands grab each of my ass-cheeks, he spreads them, then pushes them back together before he gives one of them a hard spank. The sound of skin slapping skin claps into the room.

Like I said, he’s in a dirty fuck kind of mood.

“Later…” he continues. “I’m going to drag you into the lobby bathroom, or a broom closet, or the fucking locker room in the spa, and I’m going to do it again. I’m going to fuck you bare into a wall until your suppressed screams bring tears to your eyes. Understood?”

I nod tightly, looking over my shoulder before the sensation of Aleck slamming into me, filling me with his hard cock, makes me gasp for air like my ass has backed into flames. A devilish smile curls my lips while I grab hold of the sheets so Aleck doesn’t send me straight into the headboard when he thrusts into me again and again.

“You’re my girl now, Winter Sommers.”

TWENTY-THREE

ALECK

“You look good in jeans,” Winter says, peeking at me over her phone.

Gone is Baby Bulldog, the woman I followed to the suite last night. A new Winter stands in her place. A Winter I’ve only seen glimpses of in the past week. This Winter is flirty, smitten, dare I say enamored with me.

This Winter is Aleck’s Winter.

“Thank you.” I walk toward her in dark denim, slim-fit jeans and a white T-shirt, per her request. Turns out, Aleck’s Winter has quite the influence on me. “You look good in everything.”