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Going to sleep with Brodie only inches away from me ended up being easier than I expected. For the first time since Jeff’s interest in me became obvious, I felt safe in my own home. And that allowed me to drift off to sleep within minutes…where I dreamed about the man who’d somehow already made a place for himself in my life.

5

ECHO

Violet had shelves and shelves of romance novels, but I seriously doubted that any one of those authors could truly capture the perfection of waking up with Violet in my arms.

A few minutes after she’d drifted off last night, she’d rolled over and snuggled her sexy body up against mine. I’d already been stiff with desire, but when I turned onto my side so her back was to my front, her big, round ass cradled my cock, and I went rock fucking hard. I put one arm under her head and curled the other around her waist, resting my palm on her soft belly. It had been the best night's sleep I’d ever had—even with the dirty dreams that had me waking up with an aching shaft several times throughout the night.

When I woke up, I was instantly in heaven and hell.

Violet was plastered against my body, leaving no space between us. The arm I’d had under her head was crooked over her shoulder and into the wide neck of her T-shirt, my hand filled with her bare tit.

My knee was bent between her thighs, and her top leg was flung back over mine. The position opened her up so that my other hand was cupping her pussy over her sleep shorts.

The thin cotton was soaked, and the heat of her center was practically scorching. My fingers flexed involuntarily, and I froze when a soft moan fell from her lips.

Son of a bitch. If I didn’t let her go right now, I was gonna lose my shit and fuck Violet less than a day after meeting her. I might have gained a good portion of her trust, but I didn’t think shoving my dick inside her so soon would build up more.

“Brodie,” she sighed, wiggling her ass back against the long, thick rod digging into her back.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered, silently yelling at myself to roll away.

Then her pelvis bucked and her back arched, pressing her into my hands as another moan fell from her lips.

“Violet,” I gritted in her ear. “You need to stop, baby.”

“No,” she whined.

I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply, but it only filled my lungs with her delicious scent. The sweet, sugary smell was now permeated with the musky tang of her arousal.

“Baby,” I growled. I wasn’t sure if she was awake, so I spoke with a little more force this time. “You gotta move away from me before I lose control. I’m barely hanging on by a thread, and if you don’t stop me, I’m gonna fuck you.”

Violet’s leg shifted higher up my leg, giving me even more access to her pussy, while she lifted a hand to my neck and gently scored her nails down the skin. “What if that’s what I want?”

Her voice was breathy, and my hands flexed again. This time, my middle finger pushed against the fabric of her shorts, nestling between the lips of her pussy and rubbing the cloth over her clit.

She cried out, and her nipples became diamond-hard tips, one scraping my palm as she pushed it deeper into my hand.

“Fuck,” I grunted. After giving the globe a strong squeeze, I pinched and plucked the stiff peak while I shoved my other handinto her shorts so I could play with her naked center. “Fucking drenched,” I groaned. “Were you dreaming about this, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Did you imagine me inside you?” I asked as I slowly penetrated her with one finger.

“Yes!” she hissed, bringing her leg down so my hand was trapped between her thighs.

“No,” I growled, shoving her leg back up. “You stay where I tell you, or I stop. Is that clear?”

She turned her head and stared up at me with lust-glazed eyes and bit her lip as she nodded.

“Good girl. Now keep them open, I want to play with this wet pussy.” I bent my head and took her lips in a deep kiss while I swirled my fingers around her clit and dipped them into her channel.

She was tight as hell, and I wondered, “Violet? Baby, are you a virgin?”

Violet froze, and her purple orbs filled with worry as she met my gaze. “Yes,” she murmured.

“Fucking hell,” I grunted as I dropped my head so our foreheads were touching.

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