Page 1 of Making It Happen


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CHAPTER 1

EVERETT

She’s gone.

I knew she would be. She basically told me as much last night.

That doesn’t make the disappointment any less sharp.

I don’t open my eyes for several long minutes. I just lie in bed and replay the night before with the goddess that I picked up at the bar.

Who the fuck was she?

I let her talk me into the no names, no numbers, no personal details thing.

But I’d say I know plenty of personal details now.

I know every inch of her body. I know that she says she likes being fucked from behind best of all, but I know that she comes hardest when she’s on top straddling me.

I also know that I have the biggest cock she’s fucked in a long time.

She flat-out told me that one.

I also know that she recently got out of a two-year relationship with a guy who didn’t like to eat pussy.

What a dumbass.

And why the hell did she stay with him for so long? Because shelovesa man’s mouth between her thighs.

At least she likesminebetween her thighs.

Why thehelldidn’t I get her number?

Speaking of dumbasses.

Reluctantly, I open my eyes and roll towards the side of the bed she took over last night when we were finally too exhausted to keep going.

That took a while. I think it was around four a.m. when I finally felt like I could take a break. I’d been ravenous. Sleep was the last thing on my mind.

She slept on my favorite side of the bed, and the indentation on the pillow I usually use is still there.

I groan and roll further, pressing my face into it.

I’m so fucking gone.

And I don’t even know her first name.

I called her Diana. Because she’d been dressed up like Wonder Woman.

Fucking Wonder Woman.

That’s why I’d approached her instead of turning around and leaving the second I realized it was Halloween and ninety percent of the patrons in my favorite bar were in costume.

I’d known that she’d known my suit and tie were not a costume, but she’d called me Clark Kent, and I’d gone with it. Hell, I love Superman—who doesn’t?—I wanted to stay—I’m not an idiot—and my last name is Clark. It seemed like kismet.

I roll onto my back again and stare at the ceiling.

What a stupid and out-of-character thought.