I hurried out of his suite to the elevator. I wasn't completely remiss about social graces. I pulled it out and placed it on the nightstand next to his bed. Once I'd pulled them on, I grabbed my handbag, noticing the folded up piece of paper I'd stuck in there with my sexual history written down on it.

To hell with social graces, I thought, searching for my boots. Besides, Darcy Nicole Sheridan had rocked his world every bit as much in that bed last night as he'd rocked mine. All his shit was still tossed about the room. Hell, for all I knew, he might've checked out already. He hadn't bothered to leave a note for me. It wouldn't be appropriate under the circumstances. Thanks for the great fuckfest? You'd better not have left bruises-LOL? Where'd you get those rocking handcuffs? I contemplated leaving him a note, but what the hell would I write? I was snatching the various items of my clothing up from the floor and pulling them on. I scrambled up and out of his bed, instantly feeling shockwaves of pain from the vicinity of my ass. Shit! Is this where I should just get dressed and go? Enough of the blushing, I needed my morning java. I seriously felt a blush coming on as I recalled some of the things he'd done to me…the instructions he'd given me, and the discipline when I hadn't complied in the manner to which he expected. This was a purely physical adventure and he was free to make the rules, as long as I continued getting the mind-blowing O's. Still, when we finally reached exhaustion, it was evident Easton wasn't one to spoon or cuddle as we fell asleep. Easton just might've spoiled me for others. Well, I mean other than the dirty sex talk and moaning from the both of us.

There hadn't been much talking between the two of us once he'd led me out of the suite's living room and into his bedroom. I could literally say that I'd never been so thoroughly fucked…and fucked well, I'd like to add. I'd never been in so many different positions! I'd mentally thanked my mother for forcing those three years of gymnastic lessons on me during my adolescence. And there wasn't a shadow of doubt in my mind that Easton was one of those hands-on men, which I was starting to realize, may just be my favorite kind. My God!… The delicious things that man had done to me. Probably because, true to his promise, he'd worn my ass out. I'd only been asleep for a couple of hours, but I hadn't heard or felt him leave the bed. I reached down, untangling it and noticed I was in bed alone. I rolled over in bed, the top sheet tangled around my legs, preventing me from seeing the clock on the nightstand. (As Darcy takes the 'Walk of Shame' back to her hotel room where her BFF is waiting.

Love Plus One by Andrea Smith