The warmth of the body snugged up behind her and the heavy arm that rested over her hip was her first clue that she wasn’t waking up to a normal day. Justin never slept this close to her. After sex he would roll over to his side of the bed and snore his way through the night without so much as a good night kiss. The other clue was the size of this man’s morning woody. Much bigger than Justin’s. Brandi smiled a secret smile. Not just bigger but infinitely more talented too.

As comfortable as she was and as nice as it was to snuggle with the man who had rocked her world, she was desperate to pee. Plus, she had to leave before he woke up. If she knew one thing, it was that one night stands had to end before the sun rose or it became awkward. Brandi was sensible enough to understand that last night, as spectacular as it was, was not the beginning of anything. She had sought comfort in the arms of a willing man to get over her breakup and he… well, Declan was a player and if it hadn’t been her in his bed, it would have been someone else. Brandi didn’t think Declan spent many nights alone.

She eased her way out from under his arm and then out of bed, tiptoeing across the bedroom to the ensuite. She closed the door and took care of business. As she washed her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess - classic sex-hair - but her skin glowed and her eyes sparkled. Orgasms were a little known beauty secret and the more you had the better the results. Brandi gave herself a little smirk before sticking her head back into the bedroom. Declan was still asleep. She tiptoed back into the room and took a moment to admire his body. The sheet had dropped low on his waist exposing all of that gorgeous man-chest complete with pecs and abs. He had a dusting of hair between his pecs and a delicious happy trail below his navel that disappeared under the sheet. Brandi licked her lips thinking about what was under that sheet. She hadn’t got to taste him, although he had feasted enthusiastically on her. It was a missed opportunity, but she knew if she woke him now, she would ruin what had been the perfect night.

With a silent sigh, she turned away and dressed quickly. She had to be at the hospital by eight, which didn’t give her much time to get home for a shower and change of clothes. Hopefully Justin had vacated her apartment. He hadn’t been officially living there, but he had begun to move his stuff in over the few months they’d been seeing each other and he spent most nights there. If he was there with whoever the skank was he was with last night, Brandi was going to lose her shit. She took another calming breath and one last look at Declan before she made her escape.

It had been a while since she’d done the walk of shame, but the night manager was discreet enough to look the other way as she strode through the lobby. Brandi would not hang her head in shame or try to pretend they both didn’t know what was happening. Brandi owned her sexual appetite and she refused to let anyone make her feel bad about it. She liked sex - loved great sex - and what she and Declan had done last night was nothing to be ashamed of. He made her scream. He gave her body such incredible pleasure that she was surprised she was walking without a limp this morning. Sex that good should be celebrated.

She hailed a cab and slid into the back seat, giving the driver her address. She let her mind relive the highlights of the night before and couldn’t stop the smile that split her face. Revenge sex. So good. Even better with a man who seemed to have intimate knowledge of all her erogenous zones. Those memories would keep her company for the long weeks ahead. She hadn’t been in love with Justin, she had been in love with the idea of him. She wanted the steadiness that came with being in a committed relationship. She wanted to know that her nights wouldn’t be lonely, that she would have someone to share dinner with, someone to wake up next to. Justin had proven he was like just about every other man out there. He wanted to be seen with her. He wanted to fuck her. But he didn’t really want to be with her. She knew it would sound arrogant if she were to say it out loud, but the fact was she was beautiful and she had a body that men fantasised about. The sad fact of her reality was, that was all men saw when they looked at her. They saw the blonde hair, the blue eyes, the tits and the long legs and their tiny lizard brains went into nuclear meltdown. They didn’t see the woman underneath. They didn’t have any desire to get to know her or connect with her on a deeper level. They just wanted to be able to tell their mates that they banged the hot chick.

Justin had fooled her for a while. He’d been attentive and seemed to be interested in more than just getting her into bed. When they had finally hit the sheets, she hadn’t been all that impressed with his technique. But she liked the guy and thought that their sex life could get better. It didn’t. He didn’t care whether or not she had a good time. He grunted out his own release and then turned over and went to sleep. More and more she had begun to feel like a convenient accessory that he could take to work functions to show off and then take home to get his rocks off.

She hadn’t wanted to be alone so she had stuck with him hoping that one day things would change. She’d been a fool, blinded by her desire to build a family and have the life she had always dreamed of. But now she was back to being alone. Maybe it would be good for her to stay that way for a while. She hadn’t had much luck trying to find a life partner, so maybe she should take some time to just enjoy her own company. At least having the best sex of her life last night would keep her satisfied for a while.

Declan rolled over and buried his nose in the pillow. He could smell… cookies or cupcakes or something equally delicious, and sex. He smiled. Brandi had smelled as good as she had tasted. He ground his hips into the bed, the friction feeling good against his already hard cock. He reached out an arm, feeling for the smooth skin and sexy body of the woman who had ridden him like a rodeo champion last night. He patted the bed and then raised his head. The bed was empty, the sheets cold.

He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, listening carefully. Was she in the bathroom? Had she gotten up to get coffee? The suite felt empty and he pushed up from the bed, his heart beating a little faster at the thought that she had left. He checked the bathroom first and then the kitchen. All was quiet and undisturbed. He was alone and she was gone.

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and groaned. He shouldn’t have let her fall asleep. There were so many more things that he wanted to do with her… to her. One night was definitely not enough to satisfy all his fantasies with her.

He stalked back into the bedroom, checking the bedside table, under the bed and even under his pillow to see if she had left a note or some way for him to contact her. Surely she hadn’t just walked away without hoping to see him again. Chicks didn’t do that. Chicks liked to make a connection, connections he usually tried to avoid. But there was nothing. She had just disappeared and if it wasn’t for the lingering scent on his bedsheets and the achy soreness of a night full of energetic sex, then she may very well have just been a figment of his imagination.

His cell phone buzzed and he picked it up, looking at the reminder. Brunch with the family. He grimaced. Just what he needed on a Sunday morning after the best sex of his life; another conversation with his mother about settling down. She had given him a long leash and he’d thought that perhaps he might have a little more time before she started reeling it in. No such luck. No doubt she would have another list for him. A list of potential wives. His mother was nothing if not thorough. She would have checked the pedigree of each and every woman she presented to him. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had also found a way to get ahold of medical records for any potential mate. The woman bred Pekinese, she knew bloodlines.

His plans of a lazy Sunday filled with getting to know every nook and cranny of Brandi was shot to hell. He headed for the shower, his mind working overtime. How could he get hold of the beautiful blonde bombshell that had spent the night in his bed? He didn’t care if it was against his rules to see her again, the fact was that he hadn’t gotten enough of her last night. He wanted another night with her, or several nights if she was up for it. He stopped mid-lather. He didn’t even know her last name. How on earth was he going to find her?

He rinsed off quickly and stepped out of the shower. He dried and dressed and brushed his teeth, foregoing a shave because it was Sunday and he deserved at least one damned day off from shaving. He grabbed his keys and wallet and phone and headed out, all the while trying to think of how he was going to find Brandi, his Aphrodite. He stopped at the reception desk on his way through the lobby but Janine wasn’t manning the desk this morning. If anyone might know how to get in touch with Brandi, it would be Janine.

Disappointed, he headed for the elevators and hit the button for the parking garage. He couldn’t do anything until tomorrow and he had a brunch with his family to get through. At least he had an afternoon of drinking planned with his friends, although it wasn’t quite the same anymore. Sure, he was happy that his friends had found the loves of their lives, but it had changed the dynamic of their group. He and Jonathon were the last two single ones of the group. Not that he was interested in settling down, not in the least, but he felt a little like the third wheel when they gathered as a group now.

Declan climbed into his Hummer and started the engine. He couldn’t think about it now, he had to mentally prepare for seeing his mother. If she even suspected that he was feeling a little… unsatisfied with his life, she would pounce. She would tug on that leash and bring him to heel. The last thing he wanted was to marry one of her perfect pedigree princesses. He wasn’t ready to give up his wild-oat-sowing days, especially after the mind-blowing sexcapades of last night. He didn’t want to give up hot, sweaty, dirty sex for married couple sex. He wasn’t ready to become a sperm donor in order for his mother to complete her perfectly matched set of grandchildren. And he wasn’t finished with Brandi. He needed to find her and somehow convince her that they needed a do-over. Maybe several do-overs. He just had to find her.