Storm
poured
himself
a
glass
of
ice
water
and
tipped
it
to
his
mouth,
wishing
it
was
something
stronger
but
appreciating
the
cool
liquid
as
it
soothed
his
dry
throat.
He
had
sworn
off
having
anything
to
do
with
Jayla
years
ago;
yet
now,
after
finally
making
love
to
her,
he
was
aching
so
badly
for
her
again
that
it
actually
hurt.
To
make
matters
worse,
the
taste
of
her
was
still
strong
on
his
tongue
and,
before
he
could
contain
himself,
he
groaned,
which
was
followed
by
a
growl
that
erupted
from
deep
within
his
throat.
Jayla
Cole
had
no
idea
just
what
a
desirable
and
sexy
woman
she
was.
Even
being
a
novice
at
making
love,
she
was
every
man’s
fantasy.
He
could
see
her
attracting
the
wrong
kind
of
men
and
felt
a
heartfelt
sense
of
pride,
as
well
as
relief,
that
she
had
kept
her
head
on
straight
and
had
not
been
taken
in
by
any
of
them.
But
was
he
any
better?
His
no-commitment,
hands-on-but-
hearts-off,
no-strings-attached
policy
left
a
lot
to
be
desired,
but
he
and
Jayla
had
been
struck
by
that
unique
kind
of
passion
that
had
sent
her
straight
into
his
arms
and
had
propelled
him
unerringly
into
her
bed.
And
he
had
no
regrets.
Frowning,
Storm
took
another
huge
swallow
of
water.
No
woman
had
ever
gotten
to
him
like
this.
It
was
time
for
him
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