Carter lifted a brow, a silent acknowledgement that he took notice of my ogling him. I suddenly looked away, although he’d already caught me in the act.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ll be right back.”

What?

He retreated to the bathroom and closed the door. I could hear him peeing. Then, the bathwater ran for the longest time. Sitting on the bed with my back still soaked in monkey piss, I wondered what was taking him so long.

The door creaked open. Carter exited, still shirtless and now barefoot, wearing nothing but his black trousers. He’d left them unbuttoned at the top.

So incredibly hot.

I cleared my throat. “Did you take a bath?”

“No, I was preparing yours. Whatever’s bothering you is written all over your face. You’re very tense. That’s been the case from the moment I met you. You need that bath more than I do right now.” He slowly approached and put his hand on my shoulder. “Let’s just forget about our troubles for a couple of days. Stop overthinking this room situation. You have my word that I’ll keep my hands to myself. I won’t try anything if that’s what you’re worried about—unless you ask for it. Until then, no monkey business. Well, not figuratively at least. There will be an actual monkey from time to time.”

I broke out into laughter. It felt good. How did this situation become my life?

“What do you say? Will you just chill with me, Kendall?”

God, I really did want to just relax and enjoy these two days.

For the first time, I glanced over at the bathtub and really took notice of what he’d done. The foamy bubbles had risen to the top. Carter had lit two small candles and placed them at the windowsill above the tub. He might have been a womanizer— stewardess fucker—but he was damn smooth…and sweet.

Without saying anything further, he collapsed stomach first onto the bed. My eyes were glued to his ass as he grinded into the mattress, practically making love to it. “Fuck, this bed feels good,” he muttered. Carter let out a groan that sounded almost orgasmic. Spreading his arms out wide in the shape of a T, his back was rising and falling as he relaxed into the pillow.

I took a moment to admire that sculpted back, realizing how much I wanted to lie on top of it like a carnival ride as it moved up and down.

When I’d assumed he was safely dozing off, I faced toward the wall and lifted my dirty shirt over my head, tossing it onto the ground. I tiptoed into the bathroom and undressed.

Immersing myself into the warm water, I closed my eyes and breathed in the steam. I felt like I’d been transported into another world. I suppose that had happened—a strange place with a strange man. And a monkey. Even though I couldn’t explain it, somehow being here at this point in time felt exactly right.

I’d left the door open somewhat because I assumed Carter was asleep. So when I heard his sleepy voice, it sent a shiver down my spine.

“I’m glad you chose Rio, Perky.”

I’M PRETTY SURE MY DICK woke me up as if to say, “Dude, look what you’re missing.”

The shades were down, the room was dark, and I was hard as fuck.

What time was it?

The clock showed four-thirty in the afternoon. I’d been napping for two hours. As I looked to my left, the reason for my painful arousal became abundantly clear. My brain may have been sleeping, but my body was fully aware of the fact that Kendall’s tight ass was planted against my side as she curled into the bed.

Fuck me.

She’d been lying down next to me all this time. Maybe she did trust me after all. That was probably her first mistake. Two days with this girl, and I’d promised to be good? Smart.

I knew nothing about her, yet from the moment she entered my consciousness, she’d been all I could think about. This might seem hard to believe, but I’d never actually picked up a woman in an airport before. Yes, I’d fucked my share of co-workers, but that was sort of par for the course with being a pilot. The single members of the crew fucked around with each other, plain and simple. Hooking up with flight attendants during LAYovers had seemed exciting in the early days of my career. Over time, though, it had become stale and monotonous. It was all too easy. I liked a challenge, and Kendall was the first woman in a long time who played hard to get. That made me hard.

I was shocked to see her at the airport. I’d been thinking about her the whole flight, secretly hoping she was on it, but never really believing she was. I certainly never thought I’d end up lying in bed with her.

Kendall Sparks.

Who the hell are you?

Why do I need to know so badly?

She was complex; that was for sure. Just when I thought I had her pegged as an uptight rich girl, she announced she rarely wore a bra. The more she spoke, the less I knew what to make of her. All I really knew was that I was incredibly attracted to her and really freaking happy she gave me the chance to see her again.

My eyes trailed down the length of her lithe body. God, how I wanted to nestle my face in the back of her neck and bury my nose in her hair. I needed to get rid of this stiffy before she woke up, though.

Quietly lifting myself off of the bed, I headed to the bathroom to rub one out. The first thing that caught my eyes was her white panties lying on the floor.

Fuck me.

I picked them up and held them in my hand for a few minutes. They were small and delicate just like her. I couldn’t help the urge to smell them. Taking in a long whiff of her scent, I wasn’t prepared for my reaction. Her smell was addicting and only made the need building within me uncontrollably stronger.

I turned on the water and let it fill up. Lying back in the tub, I placed her panties over my face, imagining her pussy there. Don’t judge. I took my cock out and began to stroke myself. If this was wrong, I didn’t want to be right.

I took in another deep breath of her sweet feminine smell as I jerked myself harder.

Was I a sick fuck?

I didn’t care.

Telling myself no one was being harmed in this process, I kept at it, needing to get rid of the sexual frustration that had been building from the moment I first spotted her perky little nipples at the airport.

It only took me a matter of seconds. I came hard all over myself, panting as I collapsed farther back into the tub.

After a few minutes, I still couldn’t move. That was when I heard her voice.