Chapter 36 : Stirring The Pot

Becca.

Sunlight drifted through the room, and I slowly opened my eyes. I felt the dull pain that radiated through my head. How much had I drank the night before?

"Shit, it's bright," I mumbled, stirring with the blankets, only to look down and realize the blankets were not the same as the ones at Allegra's.

Looking around, I noticed I was in a different room, and slowly the memory of the night before came filtering into my mind. James had come to the club and possessed every inch of me.

The moment was erotic, and as he claimed me over and over again, I couldn't find the will to stand. My legs were like jelly, and each orgasm pushed me farther and farther.

How had I let myself fall back into what I was trying not to do? Everything about him screamed to stay away, especially after the conversation we'd had in his office. Yet, one touch from him had me melting, and there was no one else I wanted to be with.

Rolling over, I let my gaze fall upon his naked form and realized he