Page 26 of An Anomaly of Sunlight

Ahand caresses my bare thigh. Lightning hums through me, awakening every nerve with a pulsing sense of need. My breath hitches as his firm grip slides under the emerald lace of my panties and gently guides them down. The chill autumn air dances against the sensitive skin of my center, quickly replaced by the warm breath of his mouth.

Seductive hazel eyes stare up at me.

With a possessive swipe his tongue is on me. A satisfied groan whispers across my skin as he swirls tantalizing circles around my clit. One hand drops to the bed fisting the sheets as my head falls against the pillow. With the other I thread my fingers through his silky, dark hair.

A finger dips inside me, then another. A gasp spills from my lips as my grip in his hair tightens, desperate to pull him closer.

I need him everywhere.

He produces another ungodly sexy sound in response to the grip on his hair. Fuck, he’s going to make me come. The delicious stroke of his tongue. The stretch from his fingers moving in and out. The moans. Creators, the moans.

He works me into a frenzy as if he’s studied my body for a lifetime already. His fingers hook inside me and my hips jerk. I move in time with him, pressing myself harder against his mouth, chasing the high building within me.

An unintelligible sound echoes throughout the room as I burst.

My arm desperately searches for my phone on the nightstand. Fingers flailing around for purchase, I can’t get a grip. Growling my frustration through gritted teeth, I push the cover back and sit up.

There’s the damn thing. Settling the phone in my hand, I tap the screen to check the time. 6:22 a.m. Damn, I’ve hardly slept at all...

My mind sinks back into the dream. My cheeks feel hot enough to melt. Who needs sleep when you can just have a wet dream about your boss? As wired as I feel, I may never need to sleep again.

Inhaling a breath, I fall back to the pillow, exhaling while staring at the ceiling. Get a grip, Amethyst. For the millionth time, Skyler is your boss. Don’t let your lust ruin his career.

Skyler is also my friend. He’s oddly familiar, even though I haven’t known him for very long. He’s caring and protective. Humorous... ridiculously attractive and shares my interests. A tinge grumpy with a soft spot for me.

Okay, so he’s my totally-perfect-vision-of-a-partner, friend.

Yet the way I can still feel his fingers inside me and hear him moaning is very un-friend-like. It was just a dream, but it felt like reality — a reality I could get used to. My thighs squeeze together remembering his tongue’s exploration. My own fingers journey down my stomach, across my thigh.

All it would take is one touch to fall apart, drunk off the vision of Skyler’s fingers fucking me. My eyes close and my lips fall open.

My hand freezes; I give my head a gentle shake to clear it. I can’t think like this. Skyler may not even feel that way about me. Not to mention our complicated work relationship. Managers and associates cannot have relationships.

Then quit.

I swallow the lump in my throat. I could, but what if I never saw him again? Having Skyler in my life, even at arm’s length, is better than not having him at all. Plus, Burrow’s is making me feel somewhat like a normal person again. I have to stay.

Sighing, I take the inappropriate thoughts and bottle them up. Once the lid is secured, I place the bottle in the back of my mind, out of sight.

Rolling on my side, I pull the blanket up around my shoulder. Two messages are waiting when I unlock my phone.

Skyler

Your jeep is at Temra’s Towing and Repair. I didn’t want you to worry with calling a tow. Rest up Sunlight.

If you need a ride to the shop I can pick you up a little after 12 when Wren gets here

Well, there goes that plan. The lid has effectively fallen off.

Sleep is not happening. That means a shower it is. I always get my best ideas there, and I need to think of how I want to respond to Skyler. Nearly kissing is one thing. Physical affection... I’ve experienced that before.

Having Delilah towed for me? This warm feeling inside — dare I call it love is completely foreign. I have never felt for anyone what I feel for Skyler.

Flicking the bedside lamp on, I reach to set my phone down, but my hand stops midair.

What. The. Fuck?

Deep marks are gouged into the wood of the nightstand like a wild animal has been in my room. I drop my phone to the bed and turn my hand up to examine my fingernails — definitely human.