Beg, Barbara

A moonlit pool, surrounded by walls covered in verdant vines, lay behind that mirrored door.

There was a glass table with two armchairs and a bucket of Champagne and glasses. In fact, I have the impression that I saw the same buckets next to the bed and also in the whirlpool.

I think if I lived another life after this one, maybe I wouldn't know a place as perfect for sex as this one.

Hector still held me in his arms.

- You liked it? – he asked me sweetly.

- Yes... It's all beautiful.

- I booked thinking about you... About us.

- Thanks. - I smoothed the back of his neck, already feeling my body shudder with the simple look of him and the possibility of what would come next. - I... I thought that after being locked in the elevator part 3... You wouldn't look for me anymore.

- Why wouldn't I look for you more, Barbara?

- Because... We had already had sex.

He smiled, showing his perfect teeth and his eyes narrowed:

- I want more... More... Much more.

His lips came closer to mine and we jo