BECKETT
She’s so f****d.
Ashley spent the rest of the day lying on her bed. My poor cupcake is so tired. Cupcake didn’t even last two minutes after I got her cleaned up. Just curled into my pillow like a bratty little hurricane that finally ran out of wind.
I should feel bad.
I don’t.
But I should.
One of these days, I’m gonna drag her into my morning workout so she can keep up. Just once. Just so I can watch her try. Bet she’d quit halfway through and start moaning on purpose just to distract me.
Fucking hell.
I can’t believe we did that.
Again.
Half the time, all I think about is bending Ashley Brooke over something soft and making her forget her own name. But I’m not a total i***t—I know we can’t keep doing this.
Last night was a mistake. A hot, dangerous, keep-me-up-at-night
