As usual, after making love with Benny, I wake up in a fog. Vaguely, I recall him placing me gently in the passenger seat of his car and buckling the belt around me. After that, there was the hum of the engine in my ears and his big, strong hand resting on my thigh. He must have carried me into the lobby and up to his room, which is where I am now.

His room.

His, period.

I roll over and inhale his scent off the pillow, my sex immediately turning wet and pliant. Where is he? I want him to be ...