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“Oh, no, Doc. I can’t stop. You created me in your mind, and you’re going to cross that line with me in real life too. It’s only a matter of time.”

He fought.

“No. I won’t.”

Gamble grabbed both his hands, and locked them to the headboard with some invisible bindings that Poe couldn’t see.

“God. No. Please. Stop. Don’t do this to me.”

Gamble grinned.

He ran his fingers over the man’s asshole, and Poe whimpered.

“Your words say no, but your ass…it says fuck me.”

He shook his head, but deep down, Poe knew one thing.

He was right.

God.

It had been so long since he’d had sex, and he only hoped he wasn’t assaulting Gamble in bed.

“You have to stop. I have to wake up. Gamble, I might be hurting you,” he said, his heart racing.

Only, Dream Gamble didn’t acknowledge anything. He focused only on one thing.

Sex.

“I need this,” Gamble said. “And you want it, Doc. Admit it. You want me.”

But he did.

He was breaking the most important oath of his job, and he was thinking impure thoughts about his patient.

“Please,” he whispered, realizing that sounded more like begging for dick than anything.

“God. Yes. I’m so empty inside, and it’s been so long,” he said.

Poe watched as Gamble grabbed his own dick, and moved closer.

Please let me wake up.

Please don’t let me be assaulting him.

Please…

As soon as he felt that invasion, his body shook at the feeling of fullness.

Dream Gamble was in him.

All he could hope was he wasn’t in Gamble, or his license…

Was.

Gone.

As Gamble began moving, he moaned, the feeling overwhelming him.

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