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“Yeah, I do.”

“Simple. I drug you.”

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MELODY

My fingers are between my legs before I’m fully awake. My core is pulsing, onfirewith need, and I shift my hips trying to get more friction. More sensation.

But then my hand is dragged away, over my head, and caught.

I crack my eyes open. We left the blackout shades open last night, and the early morning light is illuminating the room. The sun probably hasn’t risen yet, but soon it’ll be too bright to go back to sleep. Not that I want that.

Jacob leans over me, his gaze analyzing my expression. My hungry expression.

“Touch me,” I beg.

He’s holding my other hand to the mattress, his fingers laced with mine and his arm stretched across my body. The arm closest to him is up over my head. I don’t know how long he’s been holding it, but he doesn’t release me when I tug.

“Jacob, please.”

He smiles.

It’s too brilliant for however early it is.

I follow his gaze up my arm, to where he’s tied my wrist to the headboard.

It should panic me, but it doesn’t. I don’t care about it when there’s a more pressing need between my legs.

“Remember our conversation last night?” he asks.

It’s hard to remember anything right now. But when he doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything butwait, I nod. We talked about him fucking me in my sleep, and I… I didn’t want to believe it. There’s a part of me that doesn’t think he can.

I mean, come on. I’d wake up.

And when would he have had the chance to drug me, like he claimed? It’s just ridiculous. Impossible.

“We talked about you waking up with a cunt full of cum,” he says in my ear. His lips brush it as he talks.

A shiver shoots down my spine.

“We talked about you waking up desperate to get off.”

Like right now.

Abruptly, he releases my hand. My left hand, that I’m clumsier to bring myself to orgasm with, shoots down to my bare pussy. I run my fingers through the slick arousal, but it’s more than that. And my heart picks up speed at the realization. Dipping inside me, I feel it. It comes out on my finger, thicker and more opaque than my arousal.

Familiar. I’ve done this before, panicked about this before.

My mouth is dry. “You did that while I slept?”

“Yes.” He kisses my cheek.

“Why?”

“Because I’m obsessed with you.”

My skin heats. My face is flushing, I know it. My cheeks will redden first, and then it’ll spread to the rest of my face and down my neck until I resemble a tomato. I still don’t quite believe it. It’s not… it’s unusual, right?

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