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All my brain power has gone to my throbbing cock.

Eve moans into my mouth when my cock touches her center. But suddenly, her eyes fly open and her body tenses.

Shit. I realize that maybe I’ve gone too far, too fast. I pull myself from her lips, slowly pushing off of her and looking down at her.

“Are you okay?” I ask, the words ripping from my throat like razor blades.

“Yeah,” she nods, her eyes shining up at mine. “Maybe some water?”

“Of course,” I say, scrambling off of her and heading to the kitchen.

My head spins. Am I a fool? Did I go too far? My god, she’s drunk.

I need to take her some water, get her a blanket and a pillow, and apologize for my bullshit. Then I need to tuck her in for the night, go into my bedroom, and masturbate furiously for as long as it takes to get the feeling of being naked and laying between her legs out of my damn head.

I’ve decided my fate as I head back to the living room, water glass in hand, ready to deliver my speech. But as I gaze down at her sleeping face, angelic and peaceful in her drunken state, I’m grateful for the fact that it’s not necessary.

I grab a pillow and blanket from my room and gently raise her head to put it underneath before laying the blanket over her body. I pull her shoes off and stand over her, drinking in her beauty. Watching her sleep does something to me, touches something deep inside of me that I’ve been doing my best to ignore for days.

I’m falling in love with Eve. I see that now. And as much as that fact scares the hell out of me, it excites me.

I’m not sure which emotion will be the one that ruins me, but we’ll see, I guess.

I lean down, kissing her forehead gently, before heading to my room.

ChapterThirteen

Eve

As soon asI open my eyes, a wave of embarrassment hits me square in the gut.

I’m sprawled face down on Carter’s couch, drool dripping down my chin. I sit up and wipe my face, my eyes darting around the room as I try to remember exactly how I got here.

The bar.

The guy at the bar.

What was his name? Harlan?

No, Halston…

The copious amounts of margaritas.

The kiss.

Carter.

Oh, my god…

I remember walking in the door of his place and that’s where my memories stop. I look down at my naked body and gulp. There’s a thick blanket covering my body, but I can’t help wondering just what happened after my memory goes dark.

On one hand, Carter is too much of a gentleman to take advantage of an inebriated woman. And boy, I was inebriated last night. I can’t even remember how many drinks I consumed.

But I do remember the look in Carter’s eye as he escorted me out of the bar. He was angry and frustrated. And I’d been slightly amused at his reaction.

When I hear his footsteps coming down the hall, I put my arms over my head and groan.

“You’re up,” he says, flashing me his handsome smile. I barely notice it, though, because he’s naked. Well, as naked as one can be in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.

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