Page 24 of Undertow

Chapter Seven

Gemma

My alarm clock goes off, alerting me that I need to get up and prepare for my day.

Instead, I turn it off and roll over, wrapping my arms around my pillow and hugging it snugly against me. I roll onto it a little more so I’m on my tummy, and memories of last night resurface.

Hayden’s rough hands parting my thighs.

His thick cock shoving into me.

When he pushed all the way in, I felt fuller than I ever had before. I didn’t get a chance toseehis cock, but I knew it had to be huge when I felt all of him shoved inside me.

And then the way he grabbed me and covered my mouth with his hand, invading my body whether I wanted him to or not.

His skin smelled so good.

He smelled manly and capable as he drove me closer and closer to a second orgasm.

Asecondorgasm.

With the men who came before him, I was pretty lucky if I got one.

Our encounter definitely wasn’t how I imagined it when he touched me in the booth at the bar, but it was surprisingly hot. It felt primal, like a claiming. I’ve never had a man handle me that way, and I felt possessed in a way I’d never experienced before.

I don’t know how I feel about having an experience like that with someone I barely know, though. Someone I have no plans to see again.

I guess now I can officially say I’ve had a one-night stand.

The doorbell rings, finally forcing me out of bed. I grab a robe and slip it on, then I grab my phone off its charger and hurry downstairs.

When I open the door, a man is standing there in denim jeans and a T-shirt with a yellow ball cap on his head.

“How are you doing today?” he asks politely.

“Good.” I pull my robe tighter and offer a tiny smile. “Can I help you with something?”

He holds up a clipboard and offers me a pen. “I just need you to open your garage door and sign this work order so we can go ahead and get started.”

I frown. “Work order? I’m afraid you’re at the wrong house. I don’t have any work to be done.”

The man frowns and looks down at the clipboard. “Says here Hayden Atwater requested service. Is that your husband?”

The surprise melts out of me, and I shake my head. “No, it isn’t, but I know who that is. What exactly did he say I was having done?”

“Security camera installation. It’s already paid for. Won’t take long, we’ll be out of your hair in no time.”

I shake my head. “Can you excuse me for just one moment? I need to call Mr. Atwater.”

The man is confused, but not knowing what else to do, he nods his head and turns back to talk to his crew.

Sighing, I call Hayden’s office and tell his secretary I need to speak with him about an urgent matter. A moment later, Hayden picks up the phone.

“What are you doing?” I demand without so much as a hello.

“Good morning to you, too,” he answers.

“Good morning,” I mutter, unable to ignore my manners entirely. “Now, would you care to explain what you think you’re doing?”

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