Dangerous Temptations

By: Brooke Cumberland

Chapter One



Six Months Later…



Oh, god.

My head was pounding. Or wait. Was someone at the door?

There’s no way I was this hung over. Or was I? Shit, I didn’t know. It was pitch black, but then I realized I hadn’t opened my eyes yet, but the pounding was definitely apparent.

I rolled over, feeling the weight shift around on the mattress. The light, fluffy comforter felt great on my hot skin. The rest of me felt like I’d been hit by a truck.

My body jerked. Something was wrong.

I didn’t have a light, fluffy comforter.

I opened my eyes, blinking several times to get used to the bright light. The sun was shining in, and I silently cursed the damn window for not shielding the sunlight out.

I sucked in a breath as I tried to remember the events of last night.

I couldn’t. Not much after dinner anyway. I knew I went out for Brittainy’s bachelorette party. The girls and I took a limo all over the city, taking us to dinner at Eleven Madison Park, and then we ended up at Club Le Bain for dancing and drinks.

The rest was kind of fuzzy.

I squinted, arching my back to stretch out the kinks. Christ, it felt like my body had been folded in half and beaten all night long.

I roamed my hands down my body, feeling for any kind of evidence. I was naked, completely naked, and I never slept naked unless…

I brought my fingers down in between my legs. It ached, terribly. I could tell I had a full body work out last night.

I felt sick like I was going to throw up, but I continued to lie straight, hoping it’d pass.

I breathed in and out, slowly. Once my stomach calmed down, I attempted to move. A firm hand grabbed around my waist, pulling me back before I had the chance to get up.

“Don’t move,” a low, deep, gravelly voice growled in my ear. It was a voice of a man who’d just woken up. Next to me.

Once I let it sink it, it rang a bell, but I couldn’t quite place it. He pulled my body closer to his, my back to his chest, as he grasped my hip with one of his hands. He dipped his chin onto my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “I still have the taste of you on my lips.” My eyes widened in shock. I felt his hot breath on me, the scent of alcohol evident as I inhaled against him.

Holy shit.

I tried to rack my brain for any memory of last night. Who the hell was this guy? What was his name? Crap, I didn’t even know his name!

He squeezed my hip before trailing his fingers down my stomach, slowly heading down in between my thighs. My body tingled in response, my eyes fluttered shut from the touch of his hands on me.

I quickly opened my eyes and covered his hand with mine. “Stop,” I blurted out in a panic, sucking in another breath. His hand halted, his body stilling next to me.

“Hung over?” he questioned, amusement laced in his tone. His breath tickled my ear again, sending unwanted shivers down my spine.

I cursed my traitorous body. It apparently remembered last night, yet nothing was coming to me.

“Yeah, I seem to have a case of the ‘I don’t remember what the hell happened last night’,” I said honestly. He removed his hand. I felt his body shift slightly as he put space in between us.

“Turn around,” he ordered. “Maybe you’ll remember my face.” I could hear the hopefulness in his tone, but I knew a visual wasn’t going to help. I blacked out and nothing from last night was coming to me.

I didn’t hesitate though. I grabbed the sheet to conceal myself as I turned around to face him.

Well, then at least I understood my body’s reaction. He was all messy hair with light stubble on his face. His eyes were a dark, chocolate brown. He was looking at me intently, waiting for me to say I remembered him. But I didn’t.

I swallowed as I looked down the length of his body to see he was completely naked. Only a small part of the sheet covered up his cock, but everything else was exposed. I sucked in a sharp breath as I forced my eyes back up.

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