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“Clementine,” I say, “it’s ok. I can sleep on either side.”
She inches to the bed, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. I turn around, unbuttoning the last of the buttons and remove the shirt. I drape it over the dresser, undoing my belt.
When I turn back around, Clementine is snuggled under the covers.
I bite my bottom lip, remembering exactly how she looks with nothing on. “I’m just going to get ready for bed.” I step into the en-suite and slam the door.
I rub my dick through my pants, trying to ease some of the tension building there. She turns me the fuck on, and I try to give myself a little pep talk to be able to go back out there and just sleep next to her.
I breathe in deep through my nose as I remove my dress slacks. When I step out of the en-suite, I hit the light switch and the light is replaced by the soft glow of the moon filtering in through the windows.
I can still make out Clementine, waiting patiently in my bed and I cross the room and pull back the covers.
“Where did you go?”
I slide into the bed, and lay on my back.
Clementine turns to face me, laying on her side and tucking her hands under her face. “Your trip. Where did you go?”
“I had a business meeting in France, and then stopped by Dubai to visit a friend.”
“Ah, a friend.”
I prop up on my elbows a bit to glare down at her accusation. “Yes, just a friend. His name’s Dean.”
“Oh.” She scoots a bit closer. “Thank you for letting me sleep here.”
Lying here next to her is a big mistake. Dirty thoughts keep creeping into my mind. Like her riding my cock. Like her sucking on my dick. Like me sucking on her tits.
I squeeze my eyes shut to keep the images at bay and change the subject to keep my mind from wandering. “You’ve never told me about Tennyson’s father.”
She stiffens beside me, and I can no longer hear her breathing. “There’s really nothing to tell,” she finally says. Then, she flips over and says, “Goodnight, Gabriel.”
“Night.”
I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep now. Her breathing continues until it evens out and I can tell she’s asleep. I pound at my pillow, tossing around a while until I fall fast asleep. Hopefully the ghost decides to visit tomorrow. Actually, I’d consider putting him on the payroll if he gets Clementine in my bed every night.
