That thought made my balls ache.

“Fuck!” I snapped.

I looked around for my clothes and remembered they were hanging up in the front closet. I stormed to it, snatched them down, and left a pile of hangers on the floor before making my way to the bathroom.

“I am so stupid,” I muttered.

I flipped on the light and stared at my reflection. How the hell had he gotten into my head like that? How did he know I remembered the code in the elevator? There were a million questions I had about Enzo, but I couldn’t think beyond the constant, aching throb of my asshole.

Before I could do anything else, I needed his scent off of me. It lingered, infiltrating my nose and making me want to scratch him off of my skin. The shower heated after I flipped the switch. I sought out the little complimentary bottles of hotel soap and shampoo once I stepped inside.

I didn’t even get any info. I planted my hands against the cool tile of the wall and thought about what to do next. The risk had been worth it, but the reward was not. But now that I had Enzo Vitale in my sights, I couldn’t even imagine letting it go and walking away from him.

He was mine.

My hands ran over my body, and I pushed memories of him out of my head. As my fingers slid against my hole, I could feel him pressed up against me, the heat of his breath fanning against my ear as he rutted inside of me with the same sure, precise manner that he held himself. Part of me wanted to unravel it, to watch him lose his cool and laugh at the result.

I stepped out of the shower before I allowed myself to go too far down the rabbit hole. Once I was out of the steam-logged stall, my mind calmed, and I focused on the task at hand. Tossing on my clothes, I walked out and started looking. I searched every inch of the place, but just like I’d suspected, there was nothing. No photos, no notes, no technology to snoop through. Enzo Vitale was thorough.

“Shit,” I muttered.

The sound of knocking made me go for my gun, but I remembered I’d left it locked in the glove compartment of my car. No way would they have allowed me into Blu with it. I cautiously made my way to the door, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.

“Room service!”

My shoulders dropped a bit. I looked out into the hallway and found a man there with a rolling cart. Sighing, I gripped the doorknob. Will you calm down? Everything’s fine! I told myself that, but I was still on high alert. Slowly, I opened the door, and the man smiled at me.

“Your breakfast, sir,” he said. “Would you like it inside?”

“Sure,” I muttered, completely lost for words. “I didn’t order this, though.”