Page 12 of An Eye For Illusion

“Bingo. Every time I talk to you, you talk about Colin.”

I roll my eyes. “Because he drives me insane. He’s literally the most frustrating person I’ve ever had to deal with…” my words trail off.

“And yet, you haven’t fired him and hired someone else.” Her tone is a matter of fact, and damn if she isn’t right.

If anyone else spoke to me the way he does or didn’t follow my instructions to the letter, I would’ve already let them go. However, something tells me Colin is my best bet to get out of the marriage and the hell away from Elliott Moore.

I release a heavy sigh. “Goodnight, Bridge. Love you.”

“Love you, and you know I’m right!” she says before a couple smooching sounds and ending the call.

Truly exasperated now, I toss my phone on the sofa beside me and flop back against the cushions.

What the hell am I going to do?

I have a psycho for a fiancé and a PI who can’t communicate but seems to consume my thoughts lately.

I wake up hot, sweaty, and incredibly turned on. What the hell? I groan and turn my face into my pillow, fighting the urge to reach between my thighs. I know I’d find my panties soaking wet from the dream I just woke up from.

I bite my lip, thinking it would be so easy to slide my hand down and insert two fingers into my throbbing pussy and let them chase away this excruciatingly frustrating feeling.

My eyes flutter closed, the grogginess once again pulling me under. My mind instantly takes me to where my dream left off. My body relaxes back into the soft mattress.

He hovers above me, his blonde hair falling over his forehead. It’s messy from me running my fingers through it. His muscular torso is on full display, and I take my time, enjoying the sensation of running my fingers through every contour of his abs.

His hard cock is lined up and waiting to enter me, but for some reason, he hasn’t yet taken the prize. I want to scream, what are you waiting for? But when I move my lips, no sound comes out.

I moan, his fingers finally pressing lightly on my clit. My back arches off the bed as I try to chase his fingers. His touch is too soft, and as quick as it was there, it’s gone just as fast. My moan turns into a groan at the loss.

“Do you like that, princess?” he asks in a deep, gravelly tone, like he’s barely able to contain himself.

I try to answer him, but once again, I can’t seem to find my voice. I thrash on the bed in response, pulling his body closer to mine. He only smirks in response and pulls back.

I cry out at the loss of his skin on mine, and I reach to pull him back, but my hands can’t seem to grab him.

No, don’t leave me like this.

“One day, princess, your pretty pussy will be all mine.”

He backs off the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. They’re intense and focused. His normally playful demeanor is still there, but there’s a softness in his eyes that I’m not used to. And it’s directed at me, which is another thing I’m not used to.

I want to ask him where he’s going and why he’s leaving me. I try to form the question burning on my tongue, but no matter how much I urge my mouth to cooperate, it doesn’t.

He smiles gently. “It isn’t time yet, but it will be soon enough.” And then he just disappears into thin air.

I jolt upright, my pulse pounding in my veins. The first thing I notice is my pussy is painfully empty and throbbing. I rub my thighs together, the friction causing a slight tease of pleasure. The next thing I register is that I’m home alone in my king-sized bed with the sheets twisted all around me.

I look at the giant floor-to-ceiling window in my bedroom. The moon is high in the sky, and the city lights are bright below.

I throw myself back down on the bed, my forearm going over my eyes. This time, I actually groan out loud.

What in the world was that? Of all the people I could have a sex dream about…my subconscious goes and betrays me like that? Then again, that dream gave me one of the greatest teases of my life. It just happened to be with the one person I can’t stand the most.

Colin fucking Brooks.

Falling back asleep after my wet dream about Colin was impossible. I tossed and turned, squeezed my eyes closed so tight it hurt, but sleep never came. I kept picturing his cocky grin and his eyes staring into mine while he hovered over me.

I push the blankets off me with a frustrated huff. “I guess I’ll just shower and head into the fucking office then,” I grumble to myself. There’s always plenty of work to lose myself in. It seems like I do that more often than not these days.

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