Page 69 of A Dream for Daphne

Daphne had inched up on the bed while he was doing that and he all but pounced on her, settled between her legs, and thrust in as if it was the only place he needed to be.

Which was the truth. Itwasthe only place he wanted to be.

She was lifting and retreating with him, working herself up and grinding at the same time he was jerking back into her.

There was no way he was going to be able to hold off at this point and started to come. He’d make it up to her, but the way she was moving told him she was working herself up to get there too.

He just kept moving with her, even after he was done, knowing she was so close.

Then she came, her legs wrapping around his back and it reminded him of the night at the casino. Where she held him close and wouldn’t let him go until she was ready.

When she stopped moving, he did the same and had enough brain power to roll and flop on his back.

He was covered in sweat and would have to shower again.

His hand reached out and touched her chest, his fingers coming away wet. “Thank God you’re as sweaty as me. I was starting to feel a little inferior for a minute.”

She laughed and rolled on her side, her leg going over his hip. “I’m not sure what came over me just now. It’s like my body was possessed and there was no getting it back.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” he said. “As long as it makes us both happy.”

“It made me more than happy,” she said. “I never thought I was into sex that much.”

He ran his knuckles over his chest. “It could just be me.”

“Could be,” she said. “And now I need to clean up. Yes or no to the shower?”

He stood up and reached for her again, but she moved away. “I can walk,” she said. “And you can look at my butt while I do it.”

Damn if she didn’t just strut out of the room, his eyes landing on her bare ass cheeks beckoning him to follow like that new puppy that was wiggling for the toy earlier.

When he realized he’d follow her anywhere, he knew he was in trouble.

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HARD TO FOCUS

Daphne rolled over the next morning, her eyes landing on Abe’s naked chest, the sheets around his waist. No wonder why she was so cold. She couldn’t tug them up to cover her with him pinning them lower.

Rather than wake Abe, she slid out of bed quietly and made her way to the bathroom in the hall to brush her teeth.

She could have used the half bath for that but didn’t want to wake him.

When she got to the kitchen, she noticed it was barely six and would let him sleep. She’d bet he didn’t sleep much. She hadn’t for years, which was why it was hard for her to do it now.

Not even on the weekend when she would be off.

Though she wasn’t off today since Poppy and Reese were going to Daisy’s wedding.

She opened the fridge and pulled out milk and eggs, then got bread and cinnamon and decided to make French toast.

She was being as quiet as she could and it must have worked because she never heard a sound from her bedroom.

She loaded two plates up with breakfast and tiptoed into her room. Abe was still sleeping and almost snoring at this point.

Staring at him would only make the food get cold, but she set it down and went back to get the coffee. She knew he drank it black, he’d told her that, and it was easier for him to have it in a travel mug in the morning.

When she walked back to her room, Abe was sitting up in bed, his hair a mess, and yawning.

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