Page 12 of Dirty Little Secret

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Holly

Fucking alarm.

I sit up in my bed with a start and smash the alarm off with my fist, fighting the urge to close my eyes and go back to sleep and try and continue the perfect dream I was in the middle of. My mind is exhausted, like I haven’t slept at all—probably because I just experienced the craziest, horniest sex dream of my goddamned life.

Something feels off, but I can’t put my finger on what it is. I glance at the window and see it’s still cracked slightly open, just like it was when I went to sleep. Disappointment sweeps over me. I’m not sure what I was hoping for, that my dream was real, and he came in here in the middle of the night to violate me? I dismiss the thought with a smirk.

In my dreams. Even he’s not that crazy.

I lie back down, acknowledging the wetness between my thighs as they slide against one another. My phone buzzes and I suck in a breath, hoping it’s from Andrew. I’m not disappointed.

Andrew: You’re even more beautiful when you sleep.

I press my lips together into a smile.

So he was here.

A shiver races down my spine as warmth explodes through my belly, a curious need sweeping over me. Because I’m way too impatient to await another response, I call him. He answers almost immediately.

“Morning, sugar. How did you sleep?”

The amusement in his tone makes me shiver, delicious thoughts of him doing all sorts of crazy things to me flashing through my mind. My thoughts are a mess, and while I know something happened, I’m not exactly clear on what.

“Why don’t you tell me?” I finally manage to ask.

“What do you mean?” he asks, feigning innocence.

“You know what I mean.” I bite down on my lip. “Did anything happen?”

“Do you hope it did?”

Yes. More than anything.

God, even the thought of him touching me while I was asleep is turning me on. He lets out a chuckle, taking my silence as an admission.

“Put me on speaker, then check your camera.”

Curious, I do as I’m told, opening the camera to the last photo taken. My heart races because there I am, naked and sound asleep, my legs spread wide open, while his fingers explore me. The hammering in my chest grows faster and my cheeks heat. I feel exposed, vulnerable, but most of all, I’m more aroused than I have ever been in my entire life.

I swipe through a few more photos, all of me in various compromising positions involving his fingers. There’s something so dirty and sinful about it, yet the fact that he took them on my phone shows me a level of respect too.

“Do you have photos too?” I’m not sure whether I want the answer to be yes or no.

“No. They were only for you.”

He didn’t take pictures of me without my permission for himself; just for me. To fulfill my fantasies. I swallow hard, my heart swelling, touched by his thoughtfulness. I have no idea why, but I trust him completely.

“Did you make me come?” I whisper.

“Slide a finger inside your pussy and tell me if you think I made you come,” he murmurs.

Obediently, I lie back down on my bed, my legs parted, my hand ready. I run a finger along my slit and let out a gasp, my body begging for release. Arousal overcomes me like a tidal wave, my pussy aching to feel his touch.

“I wish you were here, inside of me.” The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. My face flames red-hot at the sound of his amused chuckles.

“Not yet, baby girl. You have to earn that.” The assertiveness in his tone fuels my arousal as I close my eyes and focus on only his voice. “Are you touching yourself?”

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