Page 8 of Mr. Sandman (Country Love Collection #14)

When I woke up, they were gone.

I was tenderly tucked underneath the covers, the satin sheets soft on my bare, sensitive skin. I sat up in bed and scanned the room. My clothes had been folded on the bench, everything put back in its place.

I bit on my bottom lip, wincing at how swollen and used it felt. Perfect. Scanning down my body, I saw all the marks they’d left on me. For me. I shifted my legs and felt the other marks that weren’t visible.

“I want more.” I wasn’t sure if I’d dreamed it or if I’d actually whispered the words to Vaughn when he put me under the covers.

“You know how to find us.”

I shivered, my nipples pebbling. The conversation was real—my body knew it.

A slow smile spread across my lips.

This was everything I wanted. Everything I’d hoped for.

It was a dream .

The kind of dream only Mr. Sandman could bring.

The End.

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