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  “You need it as much as I do, don’t you?” he asked in a low voice. “You need to feel me fucking you as much as I need to do it.”

  “Please…” I gasped, unable to say anything else. There was nothing else in my mind now but my need for him, the need to be taken, to be filled, his body sheathed inside mine.

  “Spread your legs for me,” he said his voice low and commanding. I felt warm hands on my inner thighs and I did as he asked without hesitation. I felt the blunt, moist probe of his cock nudging against me and I clutched double handfuls of the sheet, trying to ready myself for his entry into my body.

  “Relax,” he whispered, still petting my body in long, slow strokes. “I won’t hurt you, but I need to fuck you now, Angelina.”

  I felt the head of his cock nudge against my slippery folds, rubbing slowly and deliberately against the swollen bud of my clitoris, making me bite my lip and clutch the sheet harder.

  “Spread wide for me now,” he said. “Good girl.” I felt his hands settle on my hips and then he was pushing slowly inside me, huge, thick and undeniably real.

  A dream, I thought to myself, even as he pierced me to the core, pressing the broad head of his cock hard against the end of my channel. Only a dream… But was it?

  I felt the tension in the big body behind me, the tightening of his muscles and it was the only warning I got. The next moment he had pulled almost all the way out and then he was ramming himself back into me, pounding against me, filling my wet sex with his thick shaft and driving everything but the pleasure of being well and truly fucked completely out of my mind.

  I bit my lip until I tasted the salty, metallic tang of blood. I hung my head, my vision obscured by the silky blond tangle of my hair and spread my thighs even wider, trying to be as open for him as he needed me to be. As I needed to be for him.

  “Oh God…” I moaned and I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs and smell the hot, musky scent of my lover as his fingers gripped my hips, the better to thrust deeply inside my body. I could feel myself stretching around him, trying to accommodate his thick bulk as he moved inside me. His breathing above me was deep and tortured as he rode me, rode my pussy long and hard with his thick cock.

  I began to feel a second, deeper orgasm growing inside me. The pleasure was cresting higher and higher and I knew I had to reach the peak soon or explode. Suddenly one of his large hands left my hip and I felt callused fingertips sliding expertly over the wet place where we were joined. It felt good but it wasn’t enough. I moaned and pushed back against him, wanting more. More of his shaft inside me, more of his fingers touching me, more of everything.

  He seemed to understand my need because his fingers became more aggressive, rubbing hard over the tight bundle of nerves at my center. At the same time I felt him drive hard into me, filling me with himself, the head of his cock kissing the mouth of my womb with the deep, penetrating thrust.

  “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come now, Angelina.”

  And just like that I was coming, spasming hard around his invading shaft and crying out loud in wordless pleasure. I felt his answering spasms as he pumped into me thick and hot, holding me in place flush against his body so he didn’t spill a drop outside me. The full moon was in my eyes, round and golden and gorgeous, sinking in the sky outside my bedroom window as I lay gasping under him, trying to catch my breath.

  At last I felt him withdraw from my body, making me feel empty and alone. But instead of leaving he curled his long frame around mine, cupping my back to his front. Strong arms wrapped around me tightly and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck as he held me close.

  I was exhausted emotionally and physically. I could feel myself slipping towards sleep but I didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to lose this wonderful moment, this feeling of sweet completion.

  “Love you, Angelina,” he whispered into my hair and I felt a gentle kiss on the side of my neck, just where he had bitten me before. “This is my last chance. I need you to believe in me.”

  Stay with me, I wanted to say. Don’t leave. Be here when I wake up… But the words wouldn’t come. It was a foolish request anyway, wasn’t it? How can you beg a dream to stay?

  “Believe in me,” he said again.

  I wanted to so much. But as I slipped beneath the waves of sleep, I knew he would be gone in the morning.

  Chapter 11

  “Angelina? Angelina!” A hand was shaking me, a voice calling my name. I woke with a start. He had stayed! My dream lover was a reality, not just a fantasy or a dream after all.

  I opened my eyes to see an anxious face peering into mine, but instead of cinnamon-dark skin and the large brown eyes of my lover, all I saw was Barbara standing over me with a frown on her face.

  “Barb?” I asked, confused. I looked around the room but all I saw was Shadow lying at the foot of my bed, looking at me with big brown eyes that were somehow reproachful. My brain wanted to tell me that Shadow had somehow transformed in the night to become the man that was my lover. I shook my head groggily—crazy dream.

  “Jelly, didn’t you tell me you had a big presentation today?” Barb asked, glancing meaningfully at her watch.

  “Oh my God,” I said, sitting up in bed with the sheets tangled around my neck and forgetting the weird dream. “What time is it?”

  “Quarter to nine. What time is the presentation?”

  “Nine o’clock,” I moaned. “Phelps is just going to love this—he’ll finally have the perfect excuse to get me fired. I must have slept through my alarm.”

  “By the look of this room you didn’t sleep much,” Barb said, eyeing the wildly disarrayed bed critically. “What happened, you decided to redecorate in Early American Messy in the middle of the night?”

  I had a brief flash of memory—the dream again. Strong arms holding me, a deep voice in my ear, ‘Spread your legs for me, baby.’ I pushed it away. The notion that I had actually had a man with me the night before was absolutely absurd no matter what the state of the bed was. Probably I had just thrashed around a lot, caught in the throes of the extremely erotic dream.

  “I’ve gotta run,” I told Barbara, wrapping the sheet around me and pushing past her into the bathroom.

  “Well try not to drive too crazy,” I heard her say. “Remember it’s better to get there a little late but still alive than to wind up in an accident somewhere.”

  “Barb, I’ll be lucky to keep my job,” I yelled through the bathroom door, struggling to brush my hair, slap on some makeup and pull on a pair of nylons all at the same time. “My safe driving record is the last thing on my mind.”

  “Okay, hon. Well, I’ll just drop Shadow off at the vet on my way to the office. You call and let me know if you need me to pick him up too.”

  “Thanks,” I yelled. “I’ll do that.” I heard her coaxing Shadow to go downstairs with her and then the front door slammed.

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  The ride to work was crazy and by the time I got there, thirty minutes late, I was a nervous wreck. How could I have overslept on today of all days? Because you were up half the night, a little voice whispered in my head. I pushed it away. Of course I had been up half the night, with Douglas and his rose stealing nonsense. The little voice tried to tell me that my ex wasn’t the only thing that had kept me awake, but I wasn’t buying it.

  The way I saw it there were only two possible explanations. One, I kept having an extremely erotic dream that was making me sleep poorly and tear my bed apart. Or two, I had somehow gotten a dog which was more than a dog—he was a man at night and he had made mad, passionate love to me the night before wearing me out so thoroughly that I slept through my alarm. In the interest of sanity I had to go with option one because option two was completely crazy. Wasn’t it?

  “Dean, you’re late.” The barking voice of my immediate supervisor, Ronald Phelps made me wince as I walked briskly into the meeting, trying to look professional when I felt anything but. I hated it when he called me by my