Daisy
My eyes snapped open.
My heart was slamming against my ribs, my breath ragged, and my skin slick with sweat.
For one terrifying second, I thought Norman’s hands were still on me, his c**k probably still buried deep, his growl still vibrating in my ear.
But no.
The room was quiet. There was no rain. No thunder. Just the soft hum of the air conditioner and Steve’s even breathing beside me.
I was in Steve’s bed. In his arms. My legs tangled with his, my nightie twisted around my waist, and thighs pressed together against the throbbing ache between them.
It had all been a dream.
A filthy, vivid, heart-pounding dream.
I sighed loud and sharp, which made Steve stir immediately.
“Hey…” His voice was sleepy and gentle. He rolled toward me, hand sliding to my cheek. “Bad dream?”
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