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He kissed me hard, pulling my shirt up and making quick work of my bra. He stepped away for only a second, flung the clothing aside, then unbuttoned my shorts. A heartbeat later, my shorts and panties went the way of my shirt and bra and I was being lifted onto his throbbing cock.
A buzzing sounded in my ear. With a start, I woke, my heart pumping wildly, my body coiled tight.
Oh my God, no! Why hadn’t I slept for one more minute? At least until I experienced the heady feeling of deep penetration, or better yet, a climax.
With a heavy sigh, I hit the snooze button.
It was an hour before dawn. My bedroom was still shrouded in darkness. I had wanted to get up early this morning to work out before Brax got here for day one of the renovations. I also wanted to look nice without looking like I was trying too hard. I mean, what did a girl wear during a renovation if she wanted to look good for her smokin’ hot contractor…who she was having sex dreams about?
Even now my heart still pounded like mad…and my body throbbed with need as images from my dream came back to taunt me. For the past three days, Brax had been my constant companion as we ran from one home improvement store to another, picking out items for every facet of the house. It had been both exciting and exhilarating, as well as one hell of an education. I’m glad I had his help. He’d stood back and let me pick out what appealed to me, and sometimes he nudged me in the right direction when I was getting off course based on our original discussion.
I’m sure all that togetherness was the reason he’d been in my dreams.
I glanced at the closed door as my fingers crept over the soft skin of my belly and down to the elastic waistband of my panties. I peeked at the door again, almost expecting it to fling open at any moment and for Brax to walk in.
My other hand cupped my breast through the cotton t-shirt, my fingers rubbing over a sensitive nipple. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes, envisioning Brax like he’d been in the dream, naked before me, his long thick cock straining against his belly.
Thighs falling open, I brushed my fingers over my clit, circling it once, twice, again and again. My breathing increased, growing more ragged with each stroke. I pinched my nipple, the pleasure/pain intensifying the ache between my thighs. Imagining Brax sliding inside me, I lifted my hips, my fingers pressing harder, faster. I released a throaty moan as my body rocked, tightening, pulsing with a climax.
Once the orgasm ebbed, I dropped my hands back to my sides and stared at the ceiling. Brax Mitchell would be in my house everyday for the next forty-five days.
It would either be the fastest or slowest forty-five days of my life.
Keeping my thoughts focused on my future and as far away from the naughty dream as possible, I took a shower and threw on a pair of snug shorts and a halter tank top. Summers in Washington have always been amazing, a nice contrast to the sweltering days in Arizona.
A good thing the summers were mild, especially since I didn’t have air-conditioning. My dad had picked up two fans from the hardware store last night, showing me the different settings and once again acting like I was still a teenager.
Secretly, I kind of enjoyed the fawning over. I could tell he was excited to have me home.
Making my way to the kitchen, I put the coffee on and leaned against the counter, staring out the kitchen window where my elderly neighbor chatted with the mailman.
The majority of my neighbors were older than me and had been living in the same homes for decades.
And Brax Mitchell lived nearby.
Stop thinking about him! I ran my hand down my face as flashes of the naughty dream came back to me.
It was going to be a very long day.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I set the carafe back on the unit to continue brewing and turned around. I had to stifle the scream that rose to my throat.
Willing my pounding heart to slow down, I opened the door for Brax, who was standing outside.
“Sorry,” he said, laughing softly under his breath. “I rang the doorbell a couple of times but there was no answer, so I thought I’d go ahead and unload some items. If it’s okay, I’d like to keep them by the shed. That way, it won’t be so appealing to thieves.”
My face felt flushed. If he only knew about the dream or the fact that I’d masturbated while thinking about his six-foot-two inches of hotness.
