My hands trembled as I put the phone down. He was coming to the hotel. I checked my hair in the mirror, all red waves cascading down my shoulders, and then I started to put away my travel things. I wanted to stay busy so I wouldn’t think about what was going to (or might not) happen. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and he was there.

Stupid hotel door, I thought to myself as Paul came in. I must not have shut it all the way (he told me later he thought that I had left it open on purpose). Then he turned around and I thought, Oh my God. I had forgotten how hot he was. All tan, smooth skin- tall and gorgeous, with dark eyes and hair. (Just writing this makes my breathing a little shallow, remembering how he looked at that exact moment, coming into the room.)

He turned to face me, those exotic eyes fixed on me. His eyes mirrored mine; pure, unadulterated desire. I know that both of us had discussed ending it, and maybe just talking- no sex. But the next thing I knew, he had scooped me up into his arms for a hug. His warm body felt so good next to mine, and I was very aware of how his whole body was pressed up against me. When Paul pulled back from the hug, he looked at me a moment, then gave me a light kiss. The burning urge that had erupted at the pit of my belly as soon as he walked through the door consumed me, and I put my mouth against his, hungrily. All that mattered to me was touching Paul, my sex god, gliding my hands up the smooth skin of his back, and wanting, wanting more