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have the perfect view.”
    “And Antonio?” Taking the next exit, I drove toward Collins Ave. and my hotel. The same hotel I’d booked for my girl, her room next to mine.
    “Done. The reservation’s made, and he was very happy to help. Her group of fans will be treated like royalty tonight, and your favorite bottle of tequila and dishes have been promised to make this the perfect evening. Relax. Everything has been taken care of.”
    Lucia had a love affair with the south-of-the-border cuisine and always managed to find a restaurant or hole-in-the-wall joint in her travels. This would please her, and that was all that mattered. Her joy was my aphrodisiac.
    Pulling the car into the hotel’s entrance, I parked in the reserved section and got out. It was midday and the Miami sunshine was beating down on me with force. A few beads of sweat rolled down my brow.
    Wiping them away, I popped the trunk open and pulled out my carry-on. There was no need for more; clothing wasn’t a priority here. Getting her naked was.
    “Thanks, asshole.” I smiled into the phone at his laughter. That was one of the things I liked about Clifton—he never took shit too serious. He gave as well as he got.
    “My pleasure, ass face.” With that, he hung up, and I walked straight to the reception desk. Lucia was due to arrive within the next two hours, and I wanted to be inside my room and away from her line of sight.
    She’d see me soon enough.

    My nerves were shot while I waited and paced the length of my room. Knowing that she was so close, yet so far, was torture. She was here with just a mere fucking wall separating us. I could hear her moving around, more than likely walking around in next to nothing.
    Or she could be headed toward the shower. Fuck.
    These thoughts of my Lucia were driving me to the point of no return. If I wasn’t careful, I’d unleash myself upon her before the night had even begun. My ears could faintly hear music—an upbeat rhythm coming from the direction her room was in.
    The music Lucia had playing was loud and harsh. Drums and congas could be heard from within her room, carrying over into mine. I walked over to the wall that separated us and pressed my ear tightly against it, hoping to catch a small wisp of her voice.
    Anything to hold me over until tonight.
    S he sang slightly off key, her imperfections making her all the more endearing in my eyes. My face stayed plastered against that wall for the remainder of the song and then the next. My breathing came out in short pants as my mind began to conjure up images of my beautiful girl dancing in nothing but her underwear.
    Envisioning those two perky, slightly larger-than-a-handful tits jiggling as she moved around the room in a very naughty way. Gyrating provocatively.
    Or, maybe she’d be bent over her bags by the bed, rummaging through her luggage for something tempting to wear. Would it be short or see-through? Tight?
    My cock was straining against the zipper of my pants as my hips pushed against the wall. I was desperate to alleviate just a tiny bit of the discomfort my girl had created. Then it got worse. So much fucking worse.
    The sound of the shower being turned on pushed me over the edge of sanity. I couldn’t take it any longer, and I palmed my cock. It swelled. It hurt. I found myself lowering the zipper and letting my dick out.
    Her shower door made a small squeak as she opened it; we were so close. Just a motherfucking piece of drywall and plaster separated us. I could hear the water hitting the shower walls and floor.
    Then she fucked up.
    Almost cost me to lose all coherent thought and break down the barrier between us. She let out a deep groan of pleasure a moment later, and I lost my composure.
    “Jesus Christ,” I grunted in agony and banged my head against the wall.
    “What the hell? Someone there?” Fuck, she heard that,  I mentally chastised myself. It wasn't time yet. No, not yet.
    Then the water shut off.
    “Hello?”
    It