Page 61 of Gabriel & Skye

“Baby,” I murmur, my hands on her hips. I wasn’t kidding about the Holy Ghost thing. I want to savor every last inch of her.

My eyes flick up to her intense gaze, heated even in the darkness as I get lost in all things Skye…

“Tell me it’s always going to be like this,” she whispers, clasping her hands in mine, as she starts to ride me and we both hang on for dear life.

“Always, Red.”

I jolt with a start and gasp out loud, like I’ve been thrown back into my body.

In a second, I’m sitting bolt upright.

Oh. Hell. No.

I rub a hand down my face, trying to gather myself and adjust to my surroundings.

I look around my expansive bedroom realizing where I am, then feel next to me, but there’s no one laying there.

Obviously. I was fucking dreaming.

Once the realization hits me I’m in my bed alone, I flop back down into the pillows, letting the quiet of the house envelope me.

What the actual fuck is going on with me?

I can’t be having dreams like this about Skye, of all people. She’s my kid’s new nanny, for Christ’s sake.

But damn, it was as vivid as day and felt like the most natural thing in the world.

Since when did me and the nanny start sharing a bed?

And since when did I start calling her Red?

This is very bad.

I don’t even want to think about the whole ‘What are you going to do about the Tiffany’ situation. I shudder at such a thought.

I tell myself it was just a dream. It doesn’t mean shit, and Tiffany is nowhere near being in our lives again. She never will be.

Then there’s the naked body on top of me. Sucking on her nipples… then sinking into her sweet pussy. I relive every sensation again, like it’s still happening.

For fuck’s sake.

I glance down at my erection and groan.

I suppose I can hardly be blamed for my subconscious mind and where it goes while I’m sleeping. It’s not like I meant to dream about me and her in bed.

She’s beautiful — obviously very smart, with a great body — but my mind hasn’t gone to a scenario that far in real life. Certainly not her ending up in my bed, anyway.

Glancing at the clock, I see it’s two in the morning, and daylight is nowhere in sight.

I reach down and grab a hold of myself, because it’s the only opportunity I’ll have to sort this out. Unless I take a shower when Trin is at school, or find some other opportune time when I’m alone, I don’t get much of that with how busy things are around here.

You never know when my daughter is going to come bursting through the door, for one.

So the middle of the night usually works best for me. I wake up like this regularly, but I’ve never had a dream quite like that; not since I was a teenager, and never anything so vivid.

I remember every word we spoke and every move we made.

I push my boxers down and take a hold of myself, gripping the base of my cock.

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