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July

G riff and I just finished an intense evening workout in the hotel’s gym, and nothing sounds better right now than a scalding hot shower.

I’m just about to tap my keycard to open the door when I hear a noise from inside the room that makes my step falter.

“Yes!” I hear Dakota moan.

“Carson, please!”

Did she just—did she just say my name? While she’s . . .

“Fuck! Carson, yes! Don’t stop!”

Holy fucking shit. She did. My hands tremble with need. I tell myself the right thing to do is walk away, yet my feet remain frozen to the spot.

“Oh, gimme a break!” Dakota growls.

That is one of the oddest things I’ve heard a woman say while climaxing. However, she sounds more frustrated than anything.

I swipe my keycard over the lock on the door. “Are you still awake, Austen?” I whisper as I cautiously enter the room.

There is a rustling of her sheets, followed by a drawer slamming shut. “Yep, wide awake,” she huffs.

“And about as happy as a hornet. What’s wrong?” I ask, but once I take her in under the glow of the lamplight, I can see it written all over her face—hell, I can feel the frustration coming off of her in waves.

“Nothing.” She crosses her arms, making her sleep tank slide down to expose her supple breasts.

I can’t help but take my fill of her as she stands from the bed. She’s in a matching white cotton sleep set, and I can tell she’s braless from the way the hard buds of her nipples are beckoning me. I’m a boob guy. Sue me. I have zero shame as my gaze remains fixated on her chest. “Yeah, I’m not buying it. I have a sister, remember? I know better than to fall for the ‘nothing’ response,” I say, using air quotes for emphasis.

“Eyes up here, Mr. Wilder,” she teases.

Snapping my eyes up to meet hers, I don’t miss the seductive smirk on her lips or the playful glint in her eyes.

“What. Is. Wrong?” I grind out the question.

“Now you sound like the one who can’t get off,” she says, clearly regretting letting me in on that tidbit because her hands fly up to cover her mouth.

“Can’t get off?”

She throws her head back, groaning, and not in the way I’d like her to. “Ugh, couldn’t you just be a gentleman and act like you didn’t hear me say that?”

“I told you, I’m no Southern gentleman. Why can’t you get off? Did I interrupt?”

“No, it wasn’t that. I don’t even know why I’m standing here having this conversation with you,” she bites out.

Holding my hands up in surrender, I say, “Alright, my bad. I’m pretty sore from my workout and all the travel, so I’m going to take a quick shower. Do you need anything from the bathroom before I head in there?”

She shakes her head. “No, I already got ready for bed. Thanks though.”

I nod in response and grab a pair of clean shorts from the dresser to change into after my shower. I’m just about to shut the bathroom door behind me when Dakota calls out, “Shoot, wait.”

Figuring she forgot something, I step out of the bathroom.

“I’m sorry for making things weird by . . . you know. Anyway, I’m also sorry for snapping at you. It’s not your fault I’m broken.”

“Broken?” I question in disbelief.

“Yes, but that’s beside the point. Can I make it up to you?” She bites her bottom lip as she awaits my response.

“What did you have in mind?” The question comes out deeper, raspier.

“What about a massage?” she asks, looking happy with herself for suggesting it.

Hmm, I’m not sure. Let me think about that. Would I like her to give me a massage? Would I like her hands on me? Yes, a thousand times, yes. But I can’t show her how excited that makes me. In fact, I should probably get in the shower as quickly as possible.

“Sure. That would be fine.” I aim for nonchalance, but I know I have a terrible poker face.

After quickly showering and taking care of business so I don’t embarrass myself, I walk back into the room in a pair of athletic shorts.

I’ve worked my ass off for the better part of my life in the gym and on the ice to get my body in prime shape. So, I’m not surprised to find Dakota openly checking me out.

“See something you like?” I smirk like the cat that ate the canary.

“How are you even real? I mean, I grew up around my brother’s friends who were professional athletes, and this,” she waves her hands up and down, gesturing toward my abdomen, “this is not realistic. I’ve seen the way you eat. There’s no way you can have the V that women drool over when you can take down an entire bag of kettle corn in one sitting. Does it hurt being so hot?”

That makes me chuckle.

“I’m being serious. Does it hurt having women throw themselves at you every day?” She shakes her head before muttering something under her breath.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“You weren’t supposed to, Golden Boy. Now get on the bed,” she commands.

I wiggle my eyebrows. “Mmm. I love it when you’re bossy.” That gets me a scoff in return.

Climbing onto the bed and being surrounded by her jasmine scent has my cock hardening within seconds, making it incredibly uncomfortable to lay on my stomach. What Dakota does next doesn’t help my situation at all. The moment the soft skin of her thighs makes contact with my bare skin as she straddles my waist, lust pulls at my spine, and I’m suddenly harder than I’ve ever been in my life.

She wiggles her ass on top of mine to get comfortable and asks, “Is this okay?”

Is this okay? Is she serious? This is fucking perfect.

“Yeah,” I ground out before clearing my throat. “It’s great.”

The sound of a bottle being squeezed in her hand fills the room. When her warm hands start working the knots in my shoulders, I can’t help the groan that slips out.

“Austen. That feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” she questions.

“Fuck. Yes,” I damn near moan the words in response when her knuckles knead into a stubborn spot on my shoulder.

After a minute she sits up, putting more weight behind her hands. And when she sits back down on my lower back, I am hit with the feel of her slick, cotton shorts rubbing against my bare skin as she continues to work my sore muscles.

A moan slips out, but it wasn’t from my lips. Dakota, my fucking dream girl, is moaning as she rubs herself up and down my back right now. If anybody tries to wake me from this dream, I’ll kill them.

“This, this isn’t right,” she practically whimpers.

Fuck that. It feels perfect. I’m mesmerized by the feel of her hips moving against my skin—it’s like I’m caught in the most amazing dream.

In a move I’m not sure how I pull off in this dream-like state, I roll over onto my back and grip Dakota’s hips before she can fall to the side.

“I can see you’re worked up right now, Austen. Let me take care of you.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She bites down on her tempting bottom lip again, the same one I’ve craved since the moment I met her.

“Doing what?” I ask as I fold my arms beneath my head. “We’re not doing anything wrong.”

“This is so very wrong,” she pants out.

“Use me.” I grind my hips up into hers.

She moans louder in response. “What?”

“Use me to fall apart, Austen. I want to watch you come undone.”

“I can’t. I’m broken.”

“There’s not a damn thing about you that’s broken,” I reassure her.

She stills on top of me, swinging her leg off of me and falling onto her back. Turning to face me, she props herself up on her elbow. “I think you might be the only person who can fix me. This might be wrong of me to ask, but I’m desperate at this point. If you want me to use you, I’ll only use your mouth.”

“You don’t get my mouth tonight, Dakota,” I tell her, covering my eyes. I’m frustrated with myself for nearly going there with her. I didn’t want it to be like this.

“That’s not what I meant. Your words. I think I only need your words.” Just then, she rolls over to grab something out of the bedside drawer. When she shows me a rose clit stimulator, I begin to understand what she was saying.

My dick becomes painfully excited at the idea of being able to make Dakota fall apart with only my words. I mentally tell myself to calm down and play it cool.

“It’s my words you need?” I ask for clarification.

I watch as she bites her lip in hesitation before slowly nodding her head.

“If you want my words, I need to hear yours first, Dakota.”

“Yes. I need you to tell me what to do. Should I get undressed?” she asks.

I shake my head. “No. You’re going to keep those sexy pajamas on.”

She looks puzzled but doesn’t make a move to remove them.

“Turn the device on and slide it over your slit, but don’t move your shorts.”

Doing exactly as I say, she lets out a whimper when the device moves over her clit.

“That’s it, just like that,” I encourage her as I fight every instinct I have to grip her hips and take control. Keeping my hands to myself, I watch as she follows my directions.

“Ah, fuck. This feels so good,” she mewls as her hand slips under her tank and she begins tweaking her nipple.

“Pinch those perfect tits. I’d give anything to have them in my mouth right now. Tease me with them,” I command.

She continues to rock her hips over the clit stimulator while she works her tits, her movements becoming jerky.

“Fuck, Austen. You’re soaked, aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Show me how wet my words make you.”

“More. I need more.”

“Not until you show me, little tease.”

She moves the stimulator aside and glides her fingers beneath her shorts, over her slit, and lifts them to show me.

“Goddamn. You’re drenched. Push aside your shorts and imagine it’s my tongue licking your sweet clit and my fingers deep inside your cunt. Come undone for me, baby.”

Dakota begins to do just that, working herself into a desperate frenzy. “Oh, god! Carson!”

“Look at you taking what you need from me just like I told you to. You’re such a good fucking girl,” I praise. And that must do it for her because no sooner than the words have left my mouth, Dakota shatters. Her body shutters and quakes beside me, and I would give anything to be able to feel her pussy pulsing around my cock right now.

When she turns off her toy, she rolls over and locks eyes with mine. I’m completely bewitched.

“I told you, you’re not broken. You’re the most captivating woman I’ve ever met.” I reach across to brush her short locks behind her ear, holding my hand against her cheek and refusing to break this spell she’s put me under.

I watch as she rises to her knees. “I don’t feel right if this isn’t mutually beneficial.”

Shaking my head, I tell her, “This was about you.”

“Please?” she begs, and the last thread of restraint I had snaps.

My entire body feels deliciously warm as I thrust my hips forward, inciting a moan. Was that my moan? Fuck, it sounded too heavenly to have come from me. My hands glide up the cottony warmth before me, where I find the most perfect handful of skin that spills out of the cotton constraints.

I move my hips once again and am met with the most divine ass grinding straight against my dick. Another beautiful moan slips into a needy whimper as I brush my fingers against the bud of a pebbled nipple.

The whimper turns into a gasp, and the warm, pliant body I was just grinding against turns rigid.

My eyes shoot open. As the sleep clears, it only takes a moment for me to realize where I am—where we are.

Fuck. I shoot up from the bed.

“I’m so sorry,” I rasp, my voice still laced with sleep.

She pulls the sheets up to cover her breasts that were spilling out of her sleep tank. “No, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. You fell asleep last night while I was rubbing your back, and I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so exhausted when you got back last night. Don’t apologize,” she motions to my erection before continuing, “I know it’s a natural reaction in the morning.”

Holy shit. That was a dream? It felt so fucking real.

I quickly grab a shirt from the dresser and use it to cover my dick which is standing at full attention. Using both hands to cover myself, I nod toward the bathroom door. “I’m going to uh—go take a shower.”

“Yeah, I could use a shower right about now as well,” she agrees.

That halts me in place.

“After you’re done,” she clarifies.

“Right. Of course.” I fucking bow my head forward before dipping the hell out of the room. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Dakota has ruined me with only one dream, and fuck if I wouldn’t give anything to turn that dream into reality.