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“Thanks for the heads up,” I say quickly, backing up. “Good luck at the appointment.”

Zane is still standing in the hallway when I close and lock my door.

40

ZANE

There isn’t a shower in the world cold enough for the dream I had last night. It was late and I was alone in my room. Mira came in wearing the barely-there black dress I saw in her shopping bag the other day. She didn’t say a word as she crawled across the bed to me and straddled my hips. My cock hardened instantly.

Just like it’s doing now.

I slap a hand against the shower wall and grit my teeth. I don’t have time for this.

Forget time—I don’t have the fucking stamina for this. Not if I’m expected to walk out the door in the next half-hour and go to conditioning. Every time I think I’ve got myself under control, Mira pops into my head and I’m back where I started: rock-hard and helpless.

I haven’t felt like this since I was a teenager.

Then again, I haven’t gone without sex this long since I was a teenager, either.

I wrap my hand around myself and go back to the dream.

Mira lifting her dress and sliding her panties to the side.

Mira lowering herself onto my cock.

Mira.

Mira.

Mira.

I’m so fucking close that I don’t realize I’m chanting her name under my breath until I hear the familiar squeal of the bathroom door opening.

“Zane?”

No.

I whip around and Mira is standing in the doorway, eyes so wide I can see the green in them even through the foggy shower glass.

“What the fuck, Mira?”

She slaps a hand over her eyes and her cheeks turn violently red. “I’m sorry! I thought—I knocked!”

“I didn’t hear you.”

The question is, Did she hear me?

“But you said my name.”

Shit.

I scramble for an explanation, but it’s going to be hard to explain this away. Especially if she could see me even half as well as I could see her. It would’ve been tough to miss the erection I was sporting.

The erection I’m still sporting, actually. I’m naked and the object of my dirty dream is standing in the room with me. My dick doesn’t see a single problem with this situation at all.

“It doesn’t matter,” Mira says before I can come up with anything. “You need to get out of the shower right now.”

“What’s wrong?” I shut off the water and wrap a towel around my waist. “Is Aiden okay?”

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