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Undoing buttons?Sexy as fuck.Who would have thought?I had to fight not to react when the dress slid off her shoulder.Harder still when it slipped lower, leaving her standing there in that strapless satin bra.

And now she’s here.Arms wrapped around my chest like she’s a part of me.I should move her away, but I don’t.

Because I like this.

She stirs, letting out a soft sigh, her body pressing even closer.She smells fresh and light, something feminine and warm, and this epitome of the perfect woman feels deliciously soft against me.I hate the way we fit together more perfectly than I wanted.The way lying in bed with her feels like something that makes sense.Something that could be.

I lie there, not moving, barely breathing, until she shifts again, her hand sliding lower.

My stomach tenses.

Damn.

She’s not awake.She has no idea her palm is now resting just above my lower abdomen.Three more inches and …

Dammit.

Her hand moves.

Right over my cock.I’m wearing shorts, but still, her hand is resting on my cock.And now my body?Oh, it’s fully awake.I try not to think about earlier.About the way her dress slipped down to her waist.About that kiss.But my dick has other plans, thickening beneath my shorts, tenting the fabric.

I barely have time to react before she stirs again, mumbling something.

“Dexter,” she whispers, her voice sleepy, breathy.

Should I answer her?

“Don’t do that,” she moans, her voice incredibly husky.

My eyes snap open.

What?

“Huh?”My voice comes out rough, startled.I jerk her hand away, my entire body tense.

She lets out a sharp breath, and then bolts upright.The dim light is enough for her to see what’s happening.Her gaze drops to the very obvious problem in my shorts, and it makes her gasp.

“What were you doing?”She scrambles back to her side of the bed so fast she nearly falls off.

I sit up, running a hand through my hair, holding up the other one in surrender.“I didn’t touch you.I didn’t do anything.You did this.”I gesture at the hard length pressing against my shorts.

Her mouth opens and closes.

“I swear to you, I woke up and you were wrapped around me.You had your hand on my stomach, and then you moved it down.I’m a decent man, Daniela.Respectable.I would never do anything.I hope you know that.”

Her hand flies to her mouth, her eyes wide.Shock.Horror.Embarrassment.I can’t tell which, because I’m still fighting to get my body under control.

“If that’s the case… I… I’m sorry.”She blushes.

I narrow my eyes, feeling mischievous.“Were you dreaming of me?”

“No!”

“I think you were,” I say smugly.“You said my name.”

“I did not.”

“You were dreaming.How would you even know?”

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