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.
