The bed still smelled like him-warm leather, cedar, and that dark musk that made my thighs clench every time I breathed it in. I rolled over, pressed my face into the pillow he had slept on, and inhaled deep. My body ached in the best way: sore between my legs, lips swollen from his kisses, nipples tender from his teeth. I could still feel the stretch of him inside me, the way he had pinned my wrists above my head and teased me slow and deep until I begged. Until I came so hard my vision whited out.I missed him already.The notification lit my phone screen: **+1000 € transferred to your account.** Sender note: *For you. Be good.*I smiled-real, soft, stupid. "Thanks, Mateo," I whispered to the empty room.Breakfast was quick-toast, coffee, trying not to replay last night in my head while I ate. Failed. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face above mine, eyes locked, voice rough: "Say my name."Shower next. I turned the water hot. Steam filled the bathroom. I stepped under the sp
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