Evangeline“Fuck. . .”I hear the grumble of that word over and over and over. The voice distant, almost soundless like an inaudible echo in my head. I hum and stir, groaning in relief at the softness that wraps around me from beneath.“Fuck, What the fuck have I done?” I hear again, louder and firmer this time.A man.A man.Fuck, a man. My breath catches as realization settles in, my pulse quickening to the memories that slams into me. Memories of last night, the bar, the drinking, the kisses, the tongue that had me orgasming many times over, and the cock that railed me throughout the night. Mr. Alexander Creed.I jerk up from the bed, sitting up with a strained grunt. Gosh, my head is hurting so bad. “Fuck,” I whisper, the tips of my fingers massaging my temple. I feel his gaze burning into me, almost piercing through my skin. What now. . . I crane my neck to the side and stare back at him with just the same amount of intensity he’s staring me with. His throat moves as he swallo
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