Page 20 of The Contract

She feels fucking amazing.

Tight. Hot. Like she was made for me.

She’s close—so close. I can feel her body tightening around me, her breath turning into soft, desperate gasps.

Her head falls back, her spine arching, and her mouth parts?—

A sound slips from her lips.

It’s muffled. Unintelligible.

My brow furrows, but I keep my hold on her hips.

She’s coming, her body trembling, but that sound?—

What the fuck was that?

Then it happens again—louder this time.

It’s sharp. Persistent.

It doesn’t belong here.

BZZZT. BZZZT.

The sound drags me under, distorts everything?—

BZZZT. BZZZT.

I jolt awake, jarred by the too-bright room.

Blinking, I exhale sharply, my pulse stillfucking poundingin my ears.

What the fuck?—

BZZZT. BZZZT.

My phone vibrates on the nightstand, rattling against the crystal glass.

Theculpritthat disturbed what was about to be anamazing fucking dream.

Christ.

I drag a hand down my face, forcing myself to sit up.

My muscles are tight.

My cock isrock fucking hardfrom the dream I just had—abouther.

Turning around, I look at the barely disturbed bed next to me.

I can see the divot on the pillow where she laid her head.

The gentle scent of her perfume still lingers in the air, like a ghost of our night together.

Onlymyclothes litter the floor.

Hers are gone.

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