Page 62 of Wild Dreams

My head was starting to ache. "I've written most of the day, and I think I need a brain break."

"I'd love to help you, but I have a hot date on a rooftop."

"That's not fair." She had access to a kick-ass rooftop deck, complete with a pool and a hot tub, room service, and a hot man who was devoted to her.

"You'll get this too, one day." Scarlett sounded slightly distracted as if Eli was nearby.

I didn't want to think about what he was doing. "Are you saying I'll have a rooftop deck?"

I took the time to shovel the warm food into my mouth. Thanksgiving leftovers were the best.

It was quiet for a minute. Then she giggled. "What were we talking about?"

I sighed. "Your rooftop deck."

"I'm going to enjoy mine. Have a good night, Marigold!" she called as she hung up.

I shouldn't be jealous of my best friend, but I was. She had everything. A good man who wanted to settle down, the penthouse, and a rooftop deck. The icing on the cake was that they were building a house together on the property. From all reports, it was their dream house, and they weren't rushing any part of the build. Eli wanted it to be perfect for Scarlett.

There was a knock, and Oakley ran toward the door barking. I checked the window to find a black truck at the curb. What was Chance doing here?

As soon as I opened the door, he swept me into his arms, slamming the door shut with his foot because his arms were wrapped around me. He backed me up until I hit the wall behind me. His kiss was thorough and demanding.

My head was spinning by the time he pulled back. "That was quite a greeting."

"You were all I could think about today." He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Oakley was nipping at our heels as he carried me into the bedroom.

Chance looked down at Oakley with a sigh. "I hate to do this, but I'm going to put Oakley in the hallway."

"I don't mind."

He scooped up Oakley and spoke in a low voice. "Sorry, buddy."

I smiled.

"What?" Chance asked as he pulled off his long-sleeve shirt, distracting me with naked skin.

"You're sweet with him."

"Oakley? He's a puppy."

"It's easy, right?" I couldn't help but melt every time I saw Oakley and lately, it seemed, Chance. I was falling for both of them, and only one was ingrained to be loyal and true. The otherone was a risk I was apparently willing to take, because I kept inviting him into my bed.

He pushed down his jeans and briefs, but I didn't make a move to do the same. When he was naked, he placed a knee on the bed. "What were you doing all day?"

"Writing." My brain was still fried, but I could appreciate that Chance was naked in my bedroom. It was like a dream come true. I'd spent the day doing what I loved and the evening receiving pleasure from the man I'd always wanted.

He nuzzled my neck. "Mmm."

I wished I was naked so I could feel his skin against mine.

He sucked lightly on the skin. "Did you get a lot of work done?"

"So much." I felt satisfied that I'd figured out the main plot of the play. Now I just needed to settle on the perfect ending. There was more pressure to this kind of writing because I knew it would be acted out. This wasn't something I was writing just for fun that would sit in a drawer for the next five years. I ran my hands down his back, appreciating the way his muscles flexed under my touch.

"You're wearing too many clothes."

"I kind of want to enjoy you removing them." I widened my legs so that his cock nudged against my pussy through my sweats.

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