Sighing, she began removing her clothes for her shower. But as much as she didn’t want to think about it, she
couldn’t get the memory of Storm and the way he had
looked at her today out of her mind.
Drawing in a deep breath, Storm raised his hand to knock, then pulled back as he asked himself, for the umpteenth
time, why he was standing in front of Jayla’s front door. And no matter how many times he asked the question, the
answer always came up the same.
He still wanted her.
Seeing her today had done more harm than good and what Chase had said hadn’t helped matters. The notion that
Jayla had hooked him was preposterous. Okay, he would admit she was still in his system. He had discovered that a man didn’t have sex with a woman at the magnitude that
he’d had with Jayla and not have some lingering effects.
Lingering effects he could handle; the notion of some
woman reeling him in, he could not.
Tonight, and only tonight, he would break his rule of not
performing repeats after an affair ended. But he had to
make sure that the only thing that was pulling him back to her was the incredible sex they’d shared. Physical he could handle, but anything that bordered on emotional he could
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