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Whitney must have felt the same pull that I was experiencing because she tilted her head up and closed her eyes. Just as I started to lower my head, Benji’s arm flew in the air. He knocked the bottle out of Whitney’s hand, breaking the intimate bubble we’d both been floating in.

“Shit,” she cursed under her breath at the dropped bottle.

I leaned down and picked it up. I rinsed the nipple off with hot water before handing it back to her. “I’ve got a couple more things to do in here and then I’ll check on Michael and his project before I take off.” I had a key for emergencies, but I never used it to let myself in, only to lock up when I left at night.

“Thanks.” She hesitated and I thought she might say more, but instead, she turned and walked down the hall.

As I watched her go, my eyes automatically dropped to her hips and ass. I couldn’t help myself. Her body was a walking temptation. One that I’d been able to resist for over five years.

But tonight, I’d almost given in to my overwhelming attraction to her, which could not happen. Her life was complicated enough. The last thing she needed was me adding more to her plate.

5

WHITNEY

“I’d like mornings a lot better if they started later.” ~ Gamma Mary

All I can see isa large figure walking toward me. The lights are dim in the room, so I can’t make out his features, but I know it is Wyatt. My heart is racing a million miles a minute. When he gets closer I see there is a predatory gleam in his eye. One that makes my insides quake with anticipation.

I’m retreating. For every single step he takes forward, I take two backward.

Why am I doing that?

I should be moving toward him, not trying to get away from him. I tell my feet to reverse course, but they seem to have a mind of their own.

I stop when I feel something solid behind me. It’s a wall, I think. I’m not sure, but I don’t look over my shoulder to check. I can’t. Wyatt holds my gaze with his intense stare.

He doesn’t slow his pursuit. His long, strong legs eat up the space between us in a single breath.

The next thing I know he’s standing in front of me. My neck tilts back so that I can look up into his eyes.

Wyatt’s arm lifts and he cradles my cheek in his palm. His fingertips brush along my jawline sending shivers racing down my spine.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” he asks, his voice as smooth as silk.

I’m not sure if his question is rhetorical or not, but it doesn’t matter because there is no way I could answer it. My vocal cords are strained thanks to the lump of lust that has formed in my throat.

He leans down. Time feels like it is standing still as I wait for his mouth to touch mine. Seconds, minutes, hours, an eternity passes and I’m still waiting. Finally, I feel the firm cushion of his full lips touch mine and my entire body quivers at the sensual sensation. A moan rumbles from my chest or his, I’m not sure. He deepens the kiss by pulling first my bottom lip and then my top between his lips.

Now his hand is at the base of my neck. His fingers push into my flesh, causing my head to tilt even farther back. When it does, my lips part, and his tongue enters my mouth.

He kisses me with a mastery that I’ve never experienced before. Ifeelhis kiss in places where he’s not even touching me. Intimate places. My nipples harden with need, begging for his attention beneath the soft cotton of my t-shirt. The inner walls of my sex pulse with desire, like a sexual Morse code sending out an SOS signal.

Wyatt must have heard the call because the next thing I feel is his hand between my legs and his mouth is covering my breast. I’m naked. I don’t know how my clothes came off, and I don’t care. All that I care about is how good his tongue feels licking the beaded knot of flesh on my breast. All that matters is his large fingers massaging my feminine folds, spreading my arousal.

“Yes!” I cry out as his attention brings me right to the edge of release within seconds. “Yes!”

I’m so close. So close to feeling my orgasm crash into me. But somehow, it’s just out of reach. There’s a noise that’s stopping it. A beeping.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

And there’s something else too.

Someone is screaming.

No. I squeeze my eyes shut and command myself to block it out. But the more actively I try to ignore it, the more it bleeds into my consciousness. Disappointment floods through me when I realize that the beeping is my alarm going off and the screaming is Benji. He’s awake and he’s not happy.

The entire encounter was a dream.


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