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...