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“Don’t have to.” I smile into the dark. “I just have to be a patient man.”

“You can’t see me, but I just rolled my eyes at you.”

“I love your eye rolls.”

“There is something seriously wrong with you.”

“You can’t see this, but I just shrugged.”

Her laugh is soft, gentle, bleeding into the night, and I realize I don’t hear it enough. Paige doesn’t laugh enough, and it’s a damn shame because it’s one of the best noises in the world. I wait for her to say something back, anything else, but quiet descends into the room.

I force myself to get comfortable, closing my eyes. “Good night, Paige.”

“Good night, Nate.”

CHAPTER TEN

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There’sa tongue buried between my thighs, torturing me.

I’m wriggling on the mattress, biting my lip in an attempt to swallow my moans.

To keep him from knowing how much I like the way his tongue strokes me, how his teeth graze me. How I appreciate the strength his hands squeeze my thighs with as he keeps them pinned to my chest, spreading me open to be devoured.

I want him to work for my pleasure, to hunt for my moans.

And he does, as his tongue licks up my seam, teeth biting my clit. My back arches off the bed as a guttural moan pierces the air. Pressure in my lower stomach builds, and builds, as I circle my hips more.

Wildly. Desperately. Tectonically.

A bomb wishing to be set off.

He moans into my cunt, and the vibrations from the sound feel like rapture rippling through me.

Oh, God… Bright white light lines the edges of my vision. A shiver of ecstasy.

I can’t see his face, only his dark hair as he works me over. Eating me out like I’m his favorite meal. I tangle my fingersinto the strands, pulling him closer. Grinding harder into his face.

“I need to come,” I tell him, eyes watering with heated frustration. Pleasured fervor dances inside me, and it’s all I can think about. All I want.

“Say please first, Princess.” Nate picks his head up from between my legs and grins?—

I startle awake with a gasp, my heart lodged somewhere in my throat, as utter horror descends into my bones.

No. No. Absolutely not. No. We are not doing this.Not doing this.

Go away. Go away. Go away.

It doesn’t. The images are all but stamped into the forefront of my brain. Teasing me. Taunting me. I feel my heart racing, beating to a dozen different beats as I try to find a stable breath. Try and fail as nothing but images and sensations I have no business thinking attack me.

I just—I just?—

I just had a sex dream starringNate.

Ugh. Even just thinking that has my brain recoiling.

How could my brain betray me this way?

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