Corrupt (Civil Corruption Book 1) by Jessica Prince

Author:Jessica Prince [Prince, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-04T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

The feeling of being trapped under an electric blanket pulled me from slumber. I blinked the sleep from my eyes, taking in the dark room I knew wasn’t my own. It took several seconds for me to remember what happened the night before and to discover the source of the near-uncomfortable heat radiating through my body.

I was in Garrett’s room, in his bed, with his massive body coiled around mine like an anaconda. The moon was still shining brightly through the curtains on his balcony doors, so I knew I’d only been asleep for a few hours.

“Shit,” I whispered quietly, reaching up to rub at my forehead as visions of what I’d done played through my brain on fast-forward. Once I finished silently berating myself for my stupidity, I carefully lifted Garrett’s arm from my waist and slid from beneath the covers, praying I didn’t wake him.

I breathed a sigh of relief when my feet hit the floor and the cool AC brushed across my hot skin. The damn man put off heat like a furnace when he slept. It was stifling. At least I knew where Liddy got it from. She’d burned so hot at night, even as a baby, that I was constantly taking her temperature to make sure she wasn’t sick.

Looking for my dress in the dark would have been pointless, so I felt around for any fabric I could find, luckily stumbling on Garrett’s tee first. After sliding it on, I padded to the bathroom and turned on the light once the door was closed behind me.

The woman staring back at me in the mirror looked thoroughly fucked. If waking up to Garrett tangled around me wasn’t proof enough that I hadn’t dreamed the hours prior, the signs on my body would have definitely done it. With messy, tangled hair, flushed skin, and beard burn on my chin and neck, I looked like a sexed-up mess. And I was sure I had more evidence to that fact on other areas of my body. There was still a dull, pleasant throb between my thighs from all of Garrett’s efforts.

After splashing my face with cold water and finger-combing my hair to the best of my ability, I silently crept out of his bathroom and bedroom, making my way on quiet feet down the stairs to the kitchen. I needed alcohol to deal with the aftereffects of the night. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet, I pulled a red blend I favored from the wine holder on the island.

It took half a glass before I was able to breathe normally, and another quarter for the self-deprecating voice in my head to screw the hell off.

I set the glass on the island and rested my hands on either side of it as I closed my eyes and lowered my head. I needed to convince myself that what had happened was wrong, that it should never happen again, but just the thought of never experiencing that kind of passion made me sad.

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