Page 16 of Accidentally in Bloom

Yes. She wanted him so badly.

She gripped the low headboard above him, her back arching over him. A wicked grin transformed his face, and he sucked on her nipple.

“You like it when I’m in charge, don’t you?”

She wanted to say no. She wanted anything but what she felt. A pulse of need for him inside her. A guttural moan ripped out of her as her pussy came around his cock. “Yes, Gray, yes.”

Rose shot up with a start in the guest bed of Violet’s cottage and slapped her hand over her mouth.

She’d woken herself up by moaning from a fucking sex dream. After returning from the flower shop, she’d laid down for a quick nap, but it had accidentally turned X-rated.

She caught her breath; hopefully, Lily or Violet hadn’t heard her moan his name. How mortifying.

She lay back down. Honestly, Rose. A sex dream with the most annoying man you’ve ever met.

Okay, the hottest and most annoying.

She punched her pillow, reforming it and getting out her aggression at his smirking face that now literally haunted her dreams. She closed her eyes and willed herself back to sleep.

The throbbing between her legs pulsed as a flash from her dream appeared. No, no, no. We are not going to fantasize about him.

A picture of him staring up at her from the roadside lodged in her mind, his smile broad and happy. His eyes danced with amusement, and he looked fucking delectable.

Shivers started at the base of her spine and spread through her. Those fucking tattoos. On that body.

Her pussy still throbbed.

She wasn’t going to get any sleep in this state. She huffed out an annoyed sigh.

Fine, just this one time. But this cannot be a habit.

Rose slid her fingers down to her panties, and of course, they were already so wet. Was it possible to angrily masturbate? She was so pissed. Pissed that he’d invaded her dreams and made her want him even more with that smirky mouth of his.

This is my fantasy, so I’m in charge. She pictured Gray shirtless and sweaty from working outside, with drops of moisture gathered along his shoulders and abs. She imagined what tattoos he might have across his chest, and she’d kiss his broad expanse of muscle, breathing in that intoxicating scent she caught today. It had to be pheromones, her attraction to him. It would explain why she wanted to bury her face in him and huff like he was oxygen.

He'd take her mouth firmly, pulling on her hair to expose her neck and nip and suck his way down to her breasts.

Then he’d haul her over his shoulder, and suddenly she’d be under him in his bed. His cock would be rock hard against her, and he’d rip down her blouse, exposing her breasts, tonguing a nipple as she watched.

“You like to watch me, don’t you, princess?” She sucked in a breath at the nickname she wanted to hate, but her pussy clenched as she thought of him whispering it in her ear.

Her fingers rubbed a lazy circle around her clit as she pictured his head traveling down her body and shoving her legs apart. He’d take that wicked mouth and run it along her pussy, teasing her with his tongue.

Rose rubbed faster, imagining his thick head of hair between her thighs, scraping his rough stubble along her pussy. He’d pin her down with both arms, so she had to take what he gave her as she climaxed again and again.

She circled her clit back and forth, imagining his mouth sucking on it as he buried his face in her.

Rose felt the curl of need hit the base of her spine as she came hard against her hand with a muffled groan into her pillow. She caught her breath, and goose bumps cascaded down her body again.

Okay, Parker, fantasy over. From here on out, he was an annoying asshole only.

Chapter

Five

GRAY

The next morning, Gray leaned against his bike outside Mrs. Maroo’s law office.

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