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A quiet whimper had my eyes snapping up to her face. The earlier peaceful expression was gone, replaced with furrowed brows and pursed lips. Her body jerked, feet kicking out at the same time her breathing turned labored.

Fuck, is she having a nightmare?

What in the hell had this woman gone through that those fears chased her in sleep?

The pitiful cry that escaped and following full-body twitch had me sliding down to the floor, knees pressed into the thick rug.

“Raindrop,” I whispered, fingertips hovering over her shoulders, seconds away from shaking her awake.

Rain shifted along the couch, flipping so her spine molded into the cushions. Behind closed lids, her eyes jerked as if desperately searching for something. Her leg shot out, shin nailing me in the bicep.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Not with me sitting right here watching would she live in fear, whether awake or in her dreams. Gently, I wrapped my fingers around a narrow shoulder, fingers tightening slightly. “Rain, wake up, sweetheart.”

Her head dug into the couch, arching her neck as if begging for my lips. Another sound erupted from her lips, this time a moan.

And not one of pain but of pleasure.

I stilled, peeling my fingers off her one by one and retracting my hand.

Was this a nightmare or…?

A slow smile curled up my lips as another breathy moan filled the open living room, drowning out the sounds of the TV.

My cock twitched inside my sweats, watching her writhe along the couch, knees falling open, sending the last corner of the blanket falling to the floor by my legs.

A gentleman would grab it and cover her up. But a gentleman I was not.

I swallowed down a guttural groan, gaze scouring every inch of her long bare legs. Those tiny sleep shorts had ridden up, showcasing every dip and curve of her pussy.

My heart hammered, and I jerked my gaze to the ceiling. Fuck, I was just saying how happy I was that she trusted me, and here I was ogling at her in her sleep. If we were in a relationship, sure, I wouldn’t feel bad. But we weren’t. She didn’t know I wanted to toss those long legs over my shoulders while I tongue-fucked her dripping core. Wasn’t aware that being around her was a constant strain on my control, holding myself back from touching her, memorizing every curve of her amazing body.

Clearing my throat, I studied her face, debating whether to wake her up or let her be. Using the tips of my fingers, I brushed a few hairs from her forehead.

“Yes, Jameson….” The words were barely audible, but I stilled, knowing exactly what I’d heard.

My brows shot up over my forehead.

Well, this just got interesting.

She was dreaming of me.

I was intruding, doing something wrong, but I couldn’t pull away.

Guess my voyeurism is out in full force.

“Slade,” she whimpered.

A wide smile crept across my lips. What an enlightening few minutes. Seemed Rain was interested in both Slade and me together. Which worked for me. Two was great, but three was a fucking fun party.

Careful to not disturb her, not wanting to ruin her fun, I stood and stared down at the beautiful woman who was quickly filling all my waking thoughts, desperately wishing I could wake her up with my face between her legs and help her finish whatever her fantasy dream had started.

But I couldn’t.

Not yet.

Tomorrow.

I would tell her I wanted more than her expertise on the case.

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