Body Shots (Masters of Pleasure 2)

Leaving the warm bed behind, Crystal headed toward her purse, fished out her cell phone, and called her best friend. Mollie answered on the first ring.

“You have a lot of explaining to do, woman,” Mollie grumbled.

“Good morning to you, too,” Crystal said around a laugh.

Silence from the other end, and then, “Spill.”

Crystal gave her friend the nutshell version of events. By the time she was finished, Mollie was lecturing her on the use of condoms and meeting strange men in bars. When Mollie admitted to a twinge of jealousy, they both laughed. Before ending the call, Crystal promised she’d be home later.

Slipping her phone back into her purse, Crystal headed for the closet on the adjacent wall. As she slid the door to the left, she found what she was looking for—a collection of men’s t-shirts. Apparently, they liked to keep things simple. Not a lot of colors or styles. Just a boatload of whites and blacks and a few tans. She grabbed a white shirt that sported the Kinks logo, pulled it over her head, and let it fall to mid-thigh, then turned toward the bathroom.

Sometime in the middle of the night, she’d come awake to Trent leisurely washing her with a warm washcloth. It’d been the most intimate thing she’d ever experienced. He’d taken great pleasure in stroking the soft cotton over every inch of her, too. She’d been enraptured.

Now, as she entered the huge bathroom, Crystal gasped. “Wow.”

It was by far the largest bathroom she’d ever seen. It simply took her breath away.

The walls were a soft beige, and there were double black sinks and recessed lighting that could be adjusted. The natural slate tile around the tub and inside the shower only added to the character and class of the room. She noticed the warmth of the tiled floor beneath her bare feet and realized it was heated. She’d died and gone to bathroom heaven.

Now, staring longingly at the huge Jacuzzi-style tub, Crystal wished she had more time. She’d love to take a long, hot soak. But she was too anxious to wash her face and find the men who had so thoroughly satisfied her. Would they want to do it all over again? Already considering the possibilities, she felt her body grow warm.

When she saw her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Crystal nearly scared the wits out of herself. Yikes. Her hair was everywhere but where it should be. Her face was totally free of makeup and scraped raw. Trent and Mac’s whiskers had abraded her skin when they’d kissed every inch of her face, giving her a rosy-cheeked look—which was not a pretty sight. The juncture between her thighs began to throb at the memory of their sexy mouths all over her body. They’d been so talented. She wanted to experience it again.

Now, if at all possible.

But if something wasn’t done with her hair, she would end up scaring the daylights out of the poor men. She never had been one of those women who woke up looking refreshed. No, usually she woke looking like something the dog dragged in.

She turned on the cold water and splashed her face several times. It helped to take some of the redness out of her cheeks, but her hair was beyond repair. She’d need a shower to fix such a pathetic mess, but she didn’t want to waste another second. She wanted to find Trent and Mac. Then maybe they could share a really long good-bye kiss. Now that was a pleasant thought.

Crystal was smiling again when she turned off the light in the bathroom and left the bedroom to search and seduce.

She walked downstairs, her curiosity kicking into high gear as she wondered where the guys could have gone. Surely the nightclub was closed this early in the morning. She had no idea what time it was, but she could tell it was before dawn.

As Crystal reached the lower level of the suite, she glanced tentatively around the large room. No one was in sight. She looked to the right and spotted two doors. One, she assumed, led to the kitchen, but the other looked like an office. She went to the second door and gently knocked. No one answered, so she tried the doorknob. Finding it unlocked, Crystal went in. It was so dark she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. She located a light switch and flipped it.

She’d definitely found Trent and Mac’s office. It was simple and neat. A large desk, computer, a filing cabinet. Her fingers absently stroked across the surface of the desk as her gaze roamed around the room. It seemed as if she were peeking behind the curtain. She felt naughty. She should turn back around and leave.

But then her gaze came back to the desk and landed on the stack of papers that a paperweight was keeping securely in place. She moved the weight to the side and picked up the first page.

“Find what you were looking for?”

Crystal yelped. “Crap, Trent! You scared me.”

Trent, his hard, gorgeous body clad only in a pair of jeans, stood in the doorway to the office, his arms crossed over his bare chest and a frown creasing his sexy brows.

“Hungry?”

“Starving,” she replied as she dropped the paper back on the desk and stepped away. “I was looking for you.”

Trent’s gaze darkened. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hm.” Crystal suddenly felt silly because it dawned on her that she was probably supposed to leave. Wasn’t that what one-night stand meant? One night, then you slip out and forget it ever happened. It occurred to her that she probably wouldn’t be seeing Trent and Mac after today. They’d had sex—great sex—but that’s all there was to it.

Trent bent down, as if to kiss her, but Crystal stopped him when she heard voices. “Who’s here?” Crystal asked, trying not to sound so depressed that they weren’t alone.

Trent merely grinned down at her and kissed her lightly, neither confirming nor denying whether he had company. As if he knew that by not telling her, she would only want to know even more.

Who would be at a nightclub at dawn? Workers, maybe?