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I hung my head and released a sigh as I palmed my forehead, turning my gaze to where the prone body of a very muscular man lay next to me—naked. He was still sleeping, and with my head pounding from my hangover, I wasn’t about to wake him up and kick him out just yet. But he needed to go, and soon. Instead, I left him to continue sleeping and pushed the covers off my body, the cool air causing my skin to pebble.
I slid out of bed and padded to the bathroom, quietly closing the door. I gripped the sides of the vanity, catching myself as my head spun with all of the additional movement. I squeezed my eyes shut until everything stilled, took a deep breath, and then opened them to see my reflection in the mirror. My makeup from last night was smeared across my face, and my hair was a long, dark, matted mess.
I filled a glass with cold water from the tap and pulled two painkillers from a bottle that was sitting next to it, tossing them back and setting the glass back down.
The steam from the shower crawled across the mirror. I closed my eyes again and inhaled deeply before stepping into the shower. I stood under the water with my palms pressed against the cold wall and my back taking the full force of the stream, letting it wash away the events and guilt of last night. The only thing it wouldn’t wash away was the naked man in my bed, and after this, I was going to have to kick him out. I wasn’t interested in anything more from him; I never was. More just seemed too complicated.
When my headache finally started to subside, the walls no longer spinning around me, I stepped out of the shower, toweled off, pulled on a white oversized T-shirt, and opened the bathroom door, resting my shoulder against the frame. My gaze wandered across the room to find my male guest awake and sitting up in bed, his phone in hand—most likely browsing his socials.
His gaze moved from his phone screen to mine, and the corner of his mouth tilted into a wolfish grin as his eyes drifted slowly from my face and down my body. He will be sorely disappointed if he thinks he’s getting anything more out of me.
Shit. I can’t remember his name. Jason? Jake? Jack?
“Good Morning, Jack.” I tilt my head, crossing my arms over my chest. This is what I get for making poor decisions. I wasn’t going to let him stay the night; I never do. They come, we fuck, they leave, plain and simple. I assumed—being the kind of guy I typically found at the bars downtown—that he would have been out of here before dawn even broke. That wasn’t the case, and he decided to stay the night instead. Maybe I need to invest in a less comfortable bed for my ‘guests.’
“Jake, but that’s alright. After waking up to a view like this,” he licked his lips and rubbed the stubble on his chin. "You can call me anything you want—and yes, before you say anything more, it is a very good morning, sweetheart.” I couldn’t help but fight the eye roll at the word ‘sweetheart.’ I hated it when men called me that. I wasn’t sweet; I was anything but.
He continued dragging his gaze along my body as he brought his arms up behind his head and leaned back against the headboard. His biceps became taught with his new position, emphasizing his hard form even more. While he is extremely attractive—I won’t deny that—I needed to ensure that he understood this was just a simple one-night stand and nothing more.
And to please get the fuck out of my bed and apartment.
Dismissing him, I cleared my throat, strode to the walk-in closet, and turned on the light. I pulled on a black lace thong and a simple pair of light blue denim shorts. The weather we’ve had lately has been confusing, to say the least. You could wake up to a cold and chilly morning and then, by lunch, be completely drenched in sweat with eighty percent humidity. I always tried to dress in layers with jackets and hoodies but preferred to wear shorts unless it was winter.
I blew out a deep breath as I scanned my closet for a top to wear. This closet was a complete mess, even with what little clothing I owned. I could never find anything I was looking for. Piles of dirty laundry were on the floor, and half-hanging clothes along the rail. I really needed to find the time to organize this disaster of a closet. Digging through one of the many piles, I managed to find a clean black bra—thank god.
Sliding it on, I had just managed to secure my bra behind my back when large, warm hands wrapped around my waist, and I was pulled against a hard chest. His hands began roaming over my body, moving from my stomach up to my breasts, squeezing them through my bra and sliding back down to my hips, his fingers lightly dipping under the waistband of my shorts.
I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips, and I immediately pressed them into a hard line to prevent anything more from coming out.
Knock it off; you are only encouraging him further.
I could feel his warm breath against the shell of my ear as he lightly nipped at it. I pressed my thighs together as my blood began to heat, my heart beating against my chest as my pulse raced. My body was always the traitor when it came to sex, and usually, she always got what she wanted. Not this time; he needs to go.
“What are your plans?” He asked, grinding his hips into mine, a rough purr to his voice that vibrated through my body, his lips moving to kiss along the side of my neck. I couldn’t help but notice that he was still completely naked behind me, and I could feel his dick begin to harden against my ass. Maybe just one more ride?
“I’m meeting a friend for coffee this morning, then heading in to work,” I said breathily, surrendering to the temptation he was offering, and leaned my head back onto his shoulder, giving him better access, as his hand trailed from my hip to caress my collarbone and neck. I could give him a few more minutes before shoving him out the door, right?
His stubble was rough as he rubbed it against my skin and dragged his lips along my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine.
“And tonight?”
“As much as I’d love to do what we did last night again, I have prior obligations,” I said, sucking in a breath and snapping back to my senses. I abruptly pulled out of his grasp and turned on my heel, leaving the closet.
I needed to get more distance between us before I made any more stupid decisions. I didn’t want to send the wrong message. This was just a one-night stand, plain and simple. I had absolutely no intention of making this more than what it was.
We met at one of the bars downtown last night, and between having a shit day at work and too many drinks, I was looking for the obvious distraction—casual sex. It had been months since my last time, and I was desperate for it. I usually don’t bring men back to my apartment, but I guess my drunk self had made the executive decision for me—thanks, girl.
I picked up my teal tank top, which was sitting on a lounge chair in the corner of the room, and pulled it on. Turning around, I saw him standing in the closet doorway, resting a forearm on the frame. My eyes dropped down to his raging hard cock in all its glory, and I had to force my mouth to close.
He was roughly six-one, and in that position, completely naked, he had me considering climbing him like a tree one more time before kicking him out. But with a brief glance at the time on my phone, I would be late for my coffee date with Madison if I were to entertain the idea even for a second.
Tearing my eyes away and giving him my back, I picked up the white baseball cap that was sitting on my dresser, put it on, and threaded my hair through the hole in the back. I secured the length into a rough, messy bun with a black scrunchie and then drowned my body in my favorite blue bottle of perfume.
Turning back to face him, I couldn’t help but bite my bottom lip and take him in for the last time. Sure, I wanted him gone, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to let myself enjoy the sight while it lasted. His dark hair was mussed from last night, and his eyes were a beautiful shade of grey. The sex, on the other hand, was good but not incredible; he got me off for the most part, at least once—I think. This was another reason I wasn’t interested in turning this into anything more than what it was. Trial by—sexual—fire, my friend.
Besides, I'm in no rush to a relationship right now; I'm only twenty-six.
“Keep looking at me like that, and you’re going to have a hard time getting me out of your apartment.” He pushed off the doorframe and stalked across the room towards me. Here we go, stubborn personality; don’t let me down now.
