24 year old undercover cop, Jessica Evans, moves back to Miami to start over. She gets an assignment to take down the infamous drug lord, Carter Verone. Only one problem. Her partners are an ex-cop currently on the run and a former carjacker. What c...
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Bright rays of sunlight were shinning down in Jessica's face, causing her to groan. She couldn't fall back to sleep with all that light in her face. Her head was pounding and her body felt like she had been hit by a truck. What the fuck did I do last night? Jessica rolled over on her side, slowly opening her eyes. Her mouth dropped when she saw the person sleeping next to her. Brian. Her eyes went wide as her gaze traveled down his body. He was shirtless and the blanket was barely covering his body. She looked down at herself, seeing that she too was nude under the blankets. Jessica's hand flew up to her head. The memories from the night before came flooding back to Jessica.
Oh shit.
She had slept with Brian.
Not just once, but multiple times. A deep shade of red covered Jessica's face. She thought it was just some wet dream or something but based off the hickeys scattered across her breasts, it was safe to assume it wasn't just a dream. Jessica anxiously chewed at her lip. She didn't have the liquor coursing through her veins anymore, her confidence was gone along with it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.
Things were much more complicated now. She knew better than to mix business with pleasure. That's a rookie mistake. If anyone found out, she could lose her job. She sat up slowly and cautiously climbed out of bed, trying her hardest to not wake up Brian. Jessica started to search the room for her dress. She grabbed one of the blankets that had fallen to the flood and used it to cover her nude body.
Maybe this isn't such a bad thing, Jessica thought. We're both consenting adults. People have sex all the time without it meaning anything more than just sex. There wasn't any emotions involved. Right? The fact that had to try and convince herself of no emotions being involved answered her question. Fuck. She was screwed. Whatever feelings she had for Brian before had now been intensified.
"Good morning," A quiet voice spoke, derailing Jessica's train of thought. She froze, suddenly feeling awkward about wearing a blanket.Jessica turned to face him. She folded her arms across her chest, gripping the blanket tightly to prevent it from falling. I mean, it's not like he didn't see it all last night, she thought.
"Morning," Jessica replied, offering a shy smile. Brian was propped up on his elbow, staring at the girl with a smile. He ran a hand over his face, then through his hair. Jessica tried her hardest to keep her eyes focused on his face and not his body.
"How'd you sleep?" Brian asked. He sat up, leaning his back against the wall. Truthfully, that was the best sleep Jessica had gotten in years. All of that physical activity really knocked her out.
"I slept good. Hey, uh, do you happen to know where my dress is? I can't seem to find it," Jessica said awkwardly. Brian thought for a moment, trying to recall the last time he had seen the dress after it left her body.
