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He’d wrung me out until I was a boneless pile on his lap. His hold tightened as we caught our breath.
I didn’t know orgasms could be like this. Jesus.
A cathartic, hollow laugh escaped. “I guess that answers some questions.”
“About?” Dream Zane swiped his finger through my cum and wrapped his lips around it, releasing a satisfied hum. “Delicious.”
My spent dick twitched. He raised his eyebrows in question.
Oh. Right. “Questions about liking men.”
A complicated expression crossed his face. “This was your first time with a man?”
I nodded. “I guess if I liked it this much in my dream, I should try the real thing sometime.” Feeling brave, I kissed his forehead. “I know you’re an amalgamation in my brain, but I appreciate what you’ve done for me.”
A crease formed on his forehead. Before I could ask about it or, more importantly, before I could get my hands on his erection, my vision grew hazy and the scent of…pizza?...lured me awake.
FIVE
I blinked awake, disoriented. It took a moment to remember I was in Zane’s cozy living room. My body melted into the couch under the fuzzy blanket he must’ve draped over me while I dozed. I was blissfully warm and satisfied.
My dream. Of course the most erotic experience of my life wasn’t even real. I really should stop playing that game and get on the dating apps or something.
I shifted to check if I’d come in my pants. My dick felt spent like I had, but there wasn’t anything sticky. Weird. The vivid memory of the dream played in technicolor in my mind, but I pushed it away since my erection had finally gone away.
I rolled my head to the side and found Zane’s stare locked on me from his leather chair. His knuckles were white from his grip on the armrest as flames from the fireplace danced in his golden eyes. I couldn’t look away.
“Sorry I fell asleep. Hope I wasn’t out long.”
He blinked and gave his head a shake. Moment broken.
“Not long at all. How are you feeling?” he asked in a coarse voice.
A flush crept up my neck as I looked away. I had a hard time meeting his eye. “Good.” Fucking great, actually.
He licked his lips and stared at my lap like he could see through the blanket. “Ankle hurting less?”
“Oh. That. It’s still aching, but I think the pain pill’s kicked in. The ice helped too. Thanks for that.” I rolled my ankle and immediately regretted it. A dull throb made me bite the inside of my cheek and inhale sharply.
“Food will help. I hope pizza’s okay.”
“A place delivers out here?”
Zane laughed. “I made it from scratch. They’re in my pizza oven. Should be about done.”
“You’ve got a pizza oven?”
He gifted me a small bashful smile. “It’s my favorite food.”
“Not fair.”
An adorable crease creased his forehead. “What isn’t?”
“That you’re so cool. You live in this gorgeous house, surrounded by trees, and a pizza oven.” I said the words like they were the crown jewels. “Save some swagger for the rest of us.”
Zane’s expression softened to something fond. “It should be ready. Sit tight, I’ll bring it to you.”
When he rose from his chair, I noticed that his complexion was rosier than earlier. He probably just needed to warm up too.
