BRYLEE’s P O V

‘‘Don’t…’’ the stranger named Daniel stopped my hand just as I was about to reach for my phone to answer the call that was probably from Sebastian.

His grip on me tightened and a small groan sounded from the back of his throat. My hands automatically gripped his hair, completely forgetting about the man who invited me to come to this hotel when Daniel slowly made his way down my body, worshipping every inch of it.

Taking my right nipple into his ...