Page 16 of Some Kinda Romance

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SERENITY

Dash stood in front of me in my office, his hard body molded to my own as he kissed me like he’d keel over if he had to stop. He was hard everywhere, his cock thick and firm against the base of my stomach as he devoured my mouth.

His tongue stroked mine with deliberate intent, his big hands on my backside and his fingers digging into my flesh. As I moaned into the kiss, he slid his palms up the back of my shirt, pulling away to press his lips to my throat.

My head fell back and I heard a throaty chuckle from him, my insides clenching at the sound. It was the first of its kind I’d heard from him, but unfortunately, it was also my first clue that this wasn’t real.

I woke up with a start, the space between my legs achy and pulsing. My breath came in sharp, heavy pants. I groaned, grabbed the pillow from under my head, and shoved it over my face.

A sex dream? Really?

It had been years since I’d had one of those and now I was having them about him.

Shit.

Still breathing heavily, I tossed the pillow clear across the room and sat up, but my cheeks were hot, my nipples hard, and my clit acting like a homing beacon.

Letting out a frustrated grunt, I dropped back down on the mattress, not even wanting to think about how much I wished that had been real. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

He was the last person on the entire planet I should’ve been having that kind of dream about. Especially since I had to face the jerk in less than a couple hours. Another low groan tore out of me and I shook my head hard and fast, trying to dislodge the lingering memories of the dream.

God, that kiss.

On the other hand, it had been fabricated by my own mind, so obviously, it had freaking blown it, but the pressure, and the speed, and his body pressed against mine and—Stop it! Stop it right now.

I stayed in bed for much longer than usual, trying to catch my breath and clear my mind for the day ahead. By the time I finally got up, I was way behind schedule and I had to race through a cool shower before getting dressed and ready.

Heading into the office after, I was on the late side, though I wasn’t officially late yet. I was also nervous, terrified that Dash was going to walk into my office and somehow know exactly what the two of us had been doing in my sleep this morning.

The only thing that could possibly make it worse was that Diana would be coming with him. That’s right.The guy I just had an inappropriate dream about and his mother.

At the very least, I knew Diana’s presence would be soothing for the actual meeting. While her son had made no secret of the fact that he thought I was incompetent, she seemed to like me, and since it was her wedding, it was vitally important that I impress her.

I was so lost in thought when I raced into our building, I didn’t even notice Julie walking in at the same time until she slung her arm around my shoulders. She grinned as she pulled me in for a quick hug without breaking stride.

“Good morning, boss lady.”

I was startled at first, clutching my coffee. My head spun in her direction, and when I realized who it was, I relaxed. Returning her smile, I inclined my head at my coffee and hers. “You should watch yourself around scalding-hot liquid. I could’ve tossed this in your face by accident or knocked yours on your feet.”

She chuckled. “What’s life without a little danger? I like to live on the edge. It makes me feel alive.”

I laughed, winding my arm around her waist to return her hug before I let go of her. “Alive but in pain because you’ve got third degree burns doesn’t sound like a fun way to live.”

She shrugged. “Obviously, I’d rather avoid the pain, but the hug was worth it. Did I tell you that I went on a date last night?”

Her ability to pivot on a dime had always intrigued me, but I went with it. “No, you didn’t. How did it go?”

“Everything was great at first,” she said with a pinched look on her face that told me the story was about to take a turn. “We met at a bar and we had such a good time talking that I thought I might finally have found someone I connected with.”

“But?”

She wrinkled her nose. “We went out to dinner and we were still having a good time, until he belched so loudly in the restaurant that I think even the kitchen staff heard him. I almost left right then and there.”

I groaned, laughing with her as I shook my head. “You sure do know how to pick ‘em.”

“Says you,” she retorted, winking as we walked into the elevator. “At least this guy had a sense of humor. You definitely can’t say the same about Mr. Grumpy.”