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I trace a path toward her inner thigh, running my fingertip oh so lightly across her sensitive skin. Goose bumps ripple across her flesh and she squirms beneath my touch, trapping my finger between her legs. Her hips begin to rock against my finger, and I barely repress a groan as her wet panties brush my skin.

My eyes lift to meet hers, but still, they’re closed. Fuck. An instant of indecision keeps my finger still. I’ve crossed many lines in my lifetime, but I’ve never finger-fucked a woman in her sleep. But shit, do I want to.

“Mmm, Nico…” Maisy’s breathy moan sends my gaze shooting up. Her bottom lip is snagged between her teeth as her hips continue to move, but still her eyes remain shut. Damn, those pain pills were strong enough to put down an elephant. I’ve never seen anything like this. Is she dreaming about me? Imagining my cock buried deep in that beautiful pussy? “Nico…”

My name on her lips once again serves as confirmation. My finger inches across her panties, stroking her center and she lets out another soft moan. Dio, that sound has a direct link to my cock. A few more of those sexy noises, and I’ll come without even touching myself.

But why deny myself the pleasure?

As she rubs her pussy against my fingers, I unbuckle my pants with my free hand and slide my palm over my cock. I imagine Maisy’s dainty fingers stroking my shaft, and a dribble of cum moistens my fingers. I stroke faster and my own hips begin to move as I picture my cock thrusting into that tight little pussy hidden beneath the lace.

She’s so wet my fingers glide across her panties as if she were bare. Damn, this is a true test of my willpower. I’m fairly certain I could rip that scrap of lace right off and plow into her and not only would she allow it, she’d fucking love it.

“Mmm…” Another one of her groans has me so close to release I feel like a teenager again. God, what I wouldn’t give to know what she’s dreaming about right now. And will she remember any of this?

Her hips thrust to meet my fingers, her movements growing more agitated much like my own. She’s close. Focusing on her, I slide my finger to her clit, easy enough to find even over her panties and circle the swollen nub. She lets out a moan, perfect lips curved into a capital O, and her cheeks a tantalizing cherry red that match her silky locks. Her cries spill out, eyes still closed as she comes on my fingers.

The feel of her, along with those tantalizing sounds, are all it takes to push me over the edge. I throttle my cock as warm cum streams into my hand, and all the air rips from my lungs. I ride the wave of ecstasy with my fingers still clenched between Maisy’s thighs.

When I finally come down from the thrilling high, I gently untangle my hand from her limbs and reach for a tissue on the nightstand. After I’ve cleaned myself off, I toss the paper in the trash and zip up my pants. I still can’t take my eyes off her. That rosy hue still lingers on her cheeks, and I can only imagine how incredible she’ll look when I coax an orgasm out of her when she’s awake.

Soon…

Her body’s reaction to mine is primal, even unconscious. That sort of attraction cannot be contained. Maisy may not want to admit there’s something between us, but her hungry pussy can’t lie.

I bring my finger to my nose and breathe her in. Musky and sweet just like I’d imagined her. Then I pop that finger into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. Mmm, heaven.

“Nico?” A soft, raspy voice sends my heart shooting up my throat.

With my finger still in my mouth, I meet those curious eyes. Some of the liveliness is gone, a sleepy glaze over the bright emerald. Releasing my finger, I drop down beside her on the bed. “Shh, it’s okay, little fox, go back to sleep.”

“I just had the best dream…” A silly grin curls the corners of her lips. “And you were in it.” She snorts on a laugh as I tuck the comforter up to her chin. “Obviously, it was a dream. I would never let you touch me like that.” Her eyes meet mine again, but they’re glossy and unfocused. “Or let you into my bedroom.”

“Of course not, little fox.”

I run my hand through her soft hair and unexpected emotion tightens my chest as her eyes close.

“You are a bad man, Nico Rossi, and I should not be having naughty dreams about you.” She buries her head into the pillow, still smiling. “Especially not when I have a date tomorrow morning with another man,” she mumbles.

Raw fury surges through my veins and spreads through my chest. “Another man?” I growl.

“With Jack from the park of course…” Her words fall away, and her eyes slide closed despite my nudging.

That motherfucker.

I jerk my phone from my pants pocket and type out a message to my tech guy, Riley. I need access to Maisy’s phone to find out everything about this date. I could do it myself, but he’ll be faster. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I let out a curse. It’s nearly dawn. That doesn’t give me much time to find out everything about this Jack Dawson man before I gut him like a fish.

No one gets to play with my toy and live.

CHAPTER 10

YOU AGAIN?

Maisy

A trickle of sunlight seeps through the heavy curtain and pries my eyes open. I wake up with an unexpected smile on my face. Hmm, I had the best night of sleep. Inspecting the French windows just a few feet from my bed, I make a mental note to shut them all the way tonight, so the early-morning sun doesn’t wake me tomorrow. Plus, with so many high rises in Manhattan the last thing I need is a peeping Tom. After Rose’s drama with a stalker and now my own issues with Nico, I should just have hurricane shutters installed all around the brownstone.

No, I refuse to spend my life in a cage.

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