**Arena

I’d never seen a credit card used so fast. From the time I was finally back in Mateo’s arms, until we’d gone downstairs to speak to the concierge, to the time we were standing in our own private suite, a mere ten minutes had passed.

It was ten minutes too long for Mateo. Even as he stood impatiently at the hotel counter with his arm around my waist, his hand slid lower to cup my ass.

I knew what he wanted so desperately. And I was going to give ...