Chapter 45 : Second Chances

**Arena I'd never seen a credit card used so fast. From the time I was finally back in Mateo's arms, until we'd gone downstairs to speak to the concierge, to the time we were standing in our own private suite, a mere ten minutes had passed. It was ten minutes too long for Mateo. Even as he stood impatiently at the hotel counter with his arm around my waist, his hand slid lower to cup my ass. I knew what he wanted so desperately. And I was going to give it to him. Because I desperately wanted it, too. The door shut, and Mateo pushed me back against the door, kissing me hungrily while he fought to get my shorts and panties off. He didn't bother to do more than open his fly before lifting me onto his cock. I always forgot how big he was, how deep he went. I arched my back and made a sound of need. Mateo's response was a primal growl. He drilled me hard against the door, his fingers digging into my thighs, denim burning against my skin, the metal teeth of the zipper biting deli