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MEGAN

I WASN’T thinking straight. I was still trying to wrap my head around everything. How the hell did I wake up lying next to Forrest? He’s naked, and his tattoo. God, his tattoo. And it was so sad that I couldn’t remember what happened aside from drinking with soccer players last night.

Right now, I was overly aroused and completely forget my hangover. My brain was hazy with lust, and I wanted him to do me and make me forget how angry I was at him.

His smell and his presence alone were overwhelming, and the fact that his massive hard-as-rock cock was thrusting against my wet core was already intoxicating my brain. And as fast as how he made me arouse, that was how quick he was of walking out of my life. Not again!