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Yes, she’d stay the night. I’d fuck her raw and then she could go home, sore and used up. Content with my choice, I pulled back just enough to place a kiss on those pouty lips when I heard what sounded like a growl from her.
I paused, looking down at her face. Her eyes were softly closed, her lips slightly parted, and again she gave one of those growls.
This time I did fucking smile, damn her. She was cute on top of being devastatingly gorgeous. She’d had her wicked way with me and promptly fallen asleep with me still inside of her.
The fucking audacity.
My eyes flew open and my body shot up. Oh. My. God. I’d fallen asleep. I’d fallen asleep in the house of a stranger after having some amazing damn sex.
Or maybe the whole thing was all just a nightmare. Please. Let it be a nightmare.
I blinked over and over into the dark room, willing my eyes to focus. Looking down, I noticed my bare breasts and a blanket pooled around my waist.
Shit.
This wasn’t a nightmare. Or a dream. The sex could have been the dream, but this part? It was definitely the nightmare portion. Only it wasn’t. I was in a strange man’s home. A strange man who had given me the kind of orgasm I’d only seen in movies. A very hot strange man.
But he was strange nonetheless.
I didn’t even know his name, for heaven’s sake. What in the hell was wrong with me?
I couldn’t even blame the alcohol. I’d only had two drinks. No, it was all me. All me and my damn hormones.
I needed to get the hell out of here.
“You snore.” I heard from right in front of me and practically jumped right out of my skin.
It took a moment to make him out in the pitch-black room, but once my eyes adjusted, there he was. My handsome stranger sitting on the other end of the couch I’d been sleeping on, his dark hair perfectly sexed up. I thought about my hands in his hair, him in between my legs, and immediately got hot all over.
I pulled the blanket up over my breasts, all of a sudden feeling beyond shy.
Holy shit. I needed to go. I needed to get home to Parker.
Holding the blanket to my chest, I stood up, wrapping the blanket around me while I hunted for my clothes that were strewn all about a living room I’d never even been in.
And it was dark.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, the ballsy girl who’d ridden home on this man’s bike long gone. What in the ever-loving hell was I thinking? I had to get home to my daughter. What the hell time was it? Where were my bra and jeans? I clutched my green shirt to my chest over the blanket.
I didn’t know how to do this. Now that the lust daze had worn off, I realized I was a fish completely out of water. I had no idea how to interact with someone I’d just had sex with and I didn’t even know their name.
“What’s the rush?” the stranger asked from the couch where he didn’t seem to be inclined to help me find my clothes at all.
“I have to get home,” I answered, finding my jeans and digging through the pockets for my small clutch and phone.
“Aha.” I almost shouted. I looked at the time on my phone. Only 2:00 a.m. Whew. I still had plenty of time to get home once I did the walk of shame out of this place.
The walk of shame. I’d never done that in my life. I’d also never been dancing at a club. I’d also never ever gone home with a stranger. Boy, we were really racking up a night of firsts over here, weren’t we?
Shit. I didn’t have a car here. Miranda had been my ride and she was long gone now. And there was no way in hell I was going to call her to come get me. Not so she could witness this hot-ass mess.
It was fine, I told myself as I jumped into my jeans under the blanket so the man on the couch couldn’t see my lady bits like he hadn’t been inside of them an hour ago.
I rolled my eyes at myself as I shoved my shirt over my head and tucked my bra into my jeans pocket, deciding I’d call an Uber. Yep, that was the best course of action. I knew I was close to downtown, so it should have been easy enough to get one.
“Why don’t you sit down for a minute?” the man asked calmly, watching me struggle like a maniac. “What’s your hurry?”
“I have a kid. I need to get home,” I said quickly before I could think. I shouldn’t have told him anything personal about my life. He didn’t need to know. We’d never see each other again.
