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Just A Handful of Names
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 forgot 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 already intoxicating my brain. And as fast as how he made me arouse, that was how quick he was of walking out of my life. Not again!
Terrified, I quickly dragged myself out of bed, propped my hands on my waist, and was ready to pull off my big girl’s pants. I was not wearing anything other than my black bra and panties, and who cared about havin
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