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The room spinswhen I open my eyes, and I wince at the morning sun shining through the parted curtains, making my head throb from the intensity of its brightness. “Fuck. That hurts,” I mumble. Taking a deep breath, I sit up and clench my teeth at my brain pounding against my skull.
Definitely shouldn’t have grabbed another bottle of liquid courage before I entered the bedroom last night.
I throw my legs over the bed and sit on the edge, leaning forward to drop my head in my hands while I slowly come around.
“Hey, are you okay?” a silky voice asks, and her soft fingers graze my back, causing me to flinch at the realization.
Oh, shit.
I did it. I actually fucking did it.
Memories flood back to me from last night.
The way I pinned her to the bed and mounted her, slamming my cock inside her over and over again. My disappointment at not using protection to fuck her ass so I could slide inside her pussy again straight after, coupled with my plan toshower and fuck her in there too, which failed epically after we fell asleep with her wrapped around me like a koala.
I’ve never slept with another woman before, in every sense of the word, and that realization has me batting her hand away as I struggle to stand.
Clinging onto the dresser for support, I bend over and grab two bottles of water from the fridge, then throw one onto the bed for Innocent Angel while I twist the cap off the other and down it as if I’ve been abandoned in a desert for days on end.
She stretches to grab her bottle, so I take her in again. She’s young. Holy fuck, she’s young.
I blink several times.
She didn’t appear this young last night.
I slowly lower the bottle from my lips, with shock rendering me speechless. Oh shit, what the hell did I do? My stomach rolls as I assess her.
Her hair is mussed, giving her the roughly fucked look, and after I see the blood staining her inner thighs, I turn my focus to my rock-hard cock—there’s blood on me too. My cock flexes, and I grimace. I should not get excited about the sight of her blood. Her virginity, for Christ’s sake.
I askedIndulgencefor innocent, and they fucking delivered.
The sooner I get her out of here, the better. I need some time to collect myself, to come to terms with what the fuck I did, and worse, how much I enjoyed doing it. The thought of her leaving has my heart hammering against my chest. Maybe I should ask her for another night? No. She’s young. An escort, for Christ’s sake. Besides, she might say no.
I clear my throat. “Do you want me to order you breakfast?”
She nibbles on her bottom lip, her cheeks heating under my scrutiny of the mark on her neck, and her nipples pucker the more I stare at her. Then she darts her eyes toward thecrystal clock mounted on the wall, and when she shakes her head, it sends a welcome rush of relief through me.
“No, thank you. I need to get going. I’m already going to be late for school.” She rolls her eyes.
School?
My heart stops beating, I swear it. I know she worded it wrong, but still, something inside me tells me to query it.
“You mean college?”
She tilts her head to the side, scanning me up and down, then toys with the label on the water bottle.
The sound of blood rushing around my body can be heard in my ears, and I wince at the sensation.
“You mean college?” I ask, sterner this time, and even I can admit I sound like an ass. “Hey. Fucking look at me and answer!” I demand, harsher than before.
She looks up at me from beneath her lashes, those beautiful fucking long lashes that make me want to press delicate kisses on her pretty little face. When her stare collides with mine, my lungs deflate; the air is being sucked from them as I wait for her response.
“No. I’m still in school.”
