The next day, after having what I would describe as the best night of my life, I woke up feeling not so Bonita.

To be quite honest, I couldn't feel anything except for the soreness between my thighs and the deep aching in my bones.

The morning sun bathed my face, forcing me to turn over to my back and groan. Since when did the leather couch become this comfy?

I opened my eyes, blinking and squinting as my eyes adjusted to the sunlit room. My room.

How did I get up here?

My brows creased together. I didn't have any recollection of coming up here. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep with Tristan on the couch.

I looked down at myself. I was wearing clothes, fresh ones; a tank top and baggy shorts. I lifted up the comforter and reached into it. My hand slid into my shorts and I tentatively touched my swollen folds, expecting to meet a sticky mess but I was awfully clean down there and there was no sign of sex, except the internal pain that lingered from being stretched and pounded into.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I withdrew my hands. Did he clean me up too or was I all over my head?

I probably was. There was no way he would do that. Maybe I did it myself but I couldn't remember. I couldn't think straight right now, my head hurt.

I pushed the comforters all the way down and flung both my legs to the edge of my bed, the motion drew a wince from me. Fuck, it hurt. I heaved in a deep breath before pushing myself into a standing position.

The room spun behind my eyes. My eyesight was a little unfocused and my limbs were still as good as dead. I could barely walk to the bathroom but somehow, with great difficulty, I managed to loiter in there, slowly, until I came face to face with the morning disaster that greeted me in the mirror.

Stock still, I stared at my face with horror for a few seconds. Why did my hair always become so messy?

As I struggled to pull my mess of a hair into an updo, my eyes spotted the ceramic bowl sitting on the far end of the country with a damp bathcloth hung over it.

I blinked and blinked at it again. Did he really clean me...

My mind raced back to last night and the memories of our frenzied indulgence came flooding back.

Tristan had never gone down on a woman before. He'd told me he hated oral sex. He practically never gave a damn about another's pleasure but last night, he went down on me, and he...

My walls clenched and a shudder wracked through my body with the current of a tidal wave. I immediately pushed the thought aside and pulled away from the mirror to utilize the toilet.

Lowing myself on it was almost impossible and too difficult. My back, my ass, my hips, and my thighs hurt but nothing compared to the ultimate pain that came from urinating. The entire area burned. I was so sore that could barely clean myself after but I managed to, and I was back in the room in a matter of minutes.

I should probably shower before stepping out of the room. I walked gingerly to my wardrobe to search for casual clothes but the sound of heavy footsteps that gravitated towards my door halted me.

I craned my neck towards it.

"Have my secretary hand you over the redevelopment contract."

My heart skipped a few beats.

It was Tristan.

"I'll be there in a few minutes, goodbye."

Oh shit, I rushed over to my bed as quickly as I could and laid back down, pulling the comforters over my shoulder as I pretended to be asleep.

Why? I didn't know, I just didn't want him to see me this way and I didn't know which demeanor to expect from him either. He could be his old self again.

The door opened and closed. His rich cologne immediately filled the air, tingling my nose. He moved, shuffling around. I swallowed softly, willing my eyes to stay shut.

"Sienna?"

His voice was very soft, very baiting. The mattress next to me shifted with his weight. I could feel his warm breath on my face, tickling my skin, then his lips came down and I nearly jumped when he kissed my cheek, over to the corner of my lips. He didn't stop there. His hand snuck into the comforter, flirtatiously skimming down the planes of my chest, toward my stomach, my navel, sliding downwards, until it slipped into my shorts and found my tender flesh.

Oh, God.

"How long are we going to pretend that you're asleep?" He muttered into my ear, soothing my swollen clit with gentle circular strokes. "I can do this all day, can you?"

He pushed a finger in and I gasped, forcing my eyes open.

"There we go..."

Lips parted slightly, I took him in. He was dressed for work in black pants and an equally black shirt with three buttons undone, giving me a view of his toned chest.

"Morning," he said calmly, adding a little pressure to his slow thrust. "I brought you coffee and Tylenol."

My eyes shifted to the streaming mug sitting on my bedside table alongside two tablets. "Thank you," I said, my breath a little shaky.

"You're welcome." He slowly eased in another finger into my wet opening and I rasped out a sharp breath as the pain settled.

It burned all the way in, leaving me feeling hot all over but I didn't tell him to stop because three more thrusts and the pleasure set in.

"Tristan..." I mewled, lazily bucking my hips. How strange that despite my soreness, I wanted him inside me again, stretching me, filling me.

"Always so needy." He chuckled, taking his finger out, and the excitement that once stirred deep in my core evaded me.

"I'm leaving now." He stated, putting his finger in his mouth and sucking off my essence like it was nothing.

My body trembled and my face heated. "Will you be back early?" I ask in what sounded like a whisper.

"If all goes well, yes. Now come over here and give me a goodbye kiss."

His order took me by surprise but I obliged, getting up from bed and wrapping my hand around his neck. "Who are you and what did you do to Mr. Larsen?"

He chuckled. "He took a break and decided to be less of an asshole." He pulled me closer and took my mouth. He smelt so rich and divine, I wanted to drown in his warmth forever. The kiss was gentle and soft but quickly turned hungry and wanton when I opened my mouth for him to dive him.

His hand found the hem of my top and he slid it up, cupping the underside of both my breasts as he sucked greedily on my bottom lip. "You have the sweetest mouth I've ever tasted." He moaned into my mouth, his finger tugging my nipples, making them unbearably hard.

My lips curled into a small smile against his. "Just how many mouths have you tasted?"

"Doesn't matter, only this one does."

He was kissing me again, lushly, groaning with longing. "If you weren't so sore I would be taking you again."

He was getting hard, I could his hardening length pressing against my stomach. I reached down between us to squeeze the bulge below the fly of his slacks. "You'll end up going to work with a boner if you keep this us."

A zing of euphoria went through me when I felt his body stiffen from my touch. "You little devil." He growled. "You're hell-bent on driving me insane, aren't you?"

I didn't think I'd ever heard a hotter sound come out of his mouth. His eyes were turning molten, ready to devour me. I did it again, I squeezed him a little harder, just to tease him. "You should go to work, Tristan."

He released a low hissing sound. "Fuck, you're right, you're right." He squeezed my breasts and nibbled one last time on my lips before taking his mouth away from mine.

"I'm leaving now. Drink your coffee and take the pills okay?" He urged, running the tip of his finger over my bottom lip. "I need you at your full strength when I return."

The dark intent hidden behind the innocent string of his words sent exciting thrills traveling down to my core. I nodded and smiled, watching him go.