Did you dream of me?" he asked.

"Yes," she admitted grudgingly. She had. She'd dreamed of his hands caressing her, of his mouth devouring her.

His lush lips inched into a surprised but pleased smile.

"You were naked," she told him.

His grin spread; his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"And tied up..."

He arched his eye brows in smug expectation. "I did not know the idea of bondage would please you."

"Oh, I love the idea of typing you up." She paused dramatically. "Just like in my dream, you'll be secured to an ant-hill and the little things will eat you alive.

Autor: Gena Showalter

Did you dream of me?" he asked.<br /><br /> "Yes," she admitted grudgingly. She had. She'd dreamed of his hands caressing her, of his mouth devouring her.<br /><br /> His lush lips inched into a surprised but pleased smile.<br /><br /> "You were naked," she told him.<br /><br /> His grin spread; his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.<br /><br /> "And tied up..."<br /><br /> He arched his eye brows in smug expectation. "I did not know the idea of bondage would please you."<br /><br /> "Oh, I love the idea of typing you up." She paused dramatically. "Just like in my dream, you'll be secured to an ant-hill and the little things will eat you alive. - Gena Showalter

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