Before I left the hotel, I reluctantly washed off Paulo’s scent—it had been a long time since I’d had the odour of male s*x on my body, and I would have liked to keep it longer, but it was too noticeable.
“I enjoyed my afternoon with you, Paulo,” I murmured as I nuzzled his ear. “Thank you.” I tucked an additional handful of bills into his waistband, tipped his chin up, and smiled into his brown eyes. “Take João out to a nice restaurant, and remember me while you dine.”
“I will, querido.” He pressed a brief kiss to my cheek, then stepped back and handed me the telephone so I could call the front desk.
Now, I lay on my bed in the hostel, relaxed and sated, the bonds back in place. The two men were so strictly amateur; they wouldn’t notice the way my hands were tied—I’d knotted the cord a
