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“Have you tested it out?”

Aher body to a wall and taking everything he wanted from her burned across her brain She’d written that nearly forty-eight hours ago

Sydney sighed in disappointasp, Caden sat up in his darkened room, bathed in sweat Oh dear God That had been the most vivid dream of his life Of all the times to have X-rated drea his eyes, he relived her greeting at the door wearing a wisp of lace hardly worth ainst the wall after she stripped slowly for hiht out of his fantasies

He could have that tonight, have her Now She’d offered a otten naked with him that moment if he had accepted her proposition There were a thousand reasons he shouldn’t and only one that co instinct that told him he’d found his “the one” and screa to recover his heartbeat, he looked down at his erection in the shadowy dark Insistent Painful Fueled by the oldest ic there was

Bloody hell

He wouldn’t sleep again tonight, not while he ached and his blood was on fire and visions of Sydney against hiht; it wouldn’t be his first But tomorrow, he’d have to face Sydney at the office, his brain continually tripping over all the delicious ways in which she’d clawed his back as he thrust deep into her in his drea of her skin, the throaty groan shewith her and knowing she was safe and whole And his

Closing his eyes, he lay back in his e to help hiet back to sleep or deal with her tohed, frustration cutting him like a razor

Bloody hellacious day After verbally boxing with Sydney, he’d coy All day, thoughts of stripping Sydney of her evil little skirt and finding out exactly what she had beneath plagued him Once at home, however, the need for sleep had pulled him under He’d crashed into bed around seven The previous two nights, he’d slept nearly twelve hours Very unlike hi up after a mere four hours of sleep because his body de in his head whispered You ache for her She wants you

“And then what?” he muttered to the empty room He still had to ith her And after what Lucan had endured, he didn’t want aMathias

But Sydney haunted him He wanted—needed—to feel her naked under him, to know she was his He was bloody obsessed To

Obviously, e fro soon There wasn’t a daical gene, somewhere around thirty, you transitioned and you endured His birthday was in eight days

Caden shivered in the November chill, despite his overheated body He reached for the blankets and groaned when they brushed his naked cock The sensation rit his teeth and fist the blankets The ache nearly flattened him with need for Sydney

Madness He had to stop this Had to put her out of his et so beneath the covers, he took hiain, rapidly picking up speed and pleasure After his dream, it didn’t take much, and he soon felt ready to burst A vision of Sydney, bare and wanton, blazed across hisratcheted up; his handhis heels into the mattress and arched as the need detonated into a bliss that had hias He was every bit as hard and needy as he had been before yrated in his head Yet he was so damn tired Drained

He closed his eyes, and the dream came back

“Touch uided his hand over her breast, inviting hiht his hand all the way between her legs, to where she was ain, he wrapped his fingers around his erection Like steel, as if his orgas his hand away, Caden cursed He didn’t want more self-pleasure; it wouldn’t help, not when he craved a certain redheaded reporter and her honest, intelligent grit

Das for Sydney

He rose and took a quick shower, tossed on a T-shirt, jog pants, and trainers Then he hesitated

He couldn’t just cross town in the ht, pound on Sydney’s door, and demand sex It made no sense, especially after he’d raised her suspicions She ht even refuse to let him in her flat

If he ht with personal danger, ical landmines He refused to take a mate and risk Lucan’s fate So he couldn’t kiss Sydney, taste her at all Nor could he risk this job He needed this job too badly for his

But what he felt for sassy, smart Sydney was more than sex Far more He connected with her in a way he couldn’t explain, and Caden feared that, once he had her, the rando to balance his sexual energy would no longer do Already, his fixation on Sydney frightened hio back to sleep, stop thinking about the sharp, sexy redhead He raced to the kitchen of his little rented flat near the paper’s offices Shadows darkened the roohts There, on the counter, were his keys He needed to leave them there, refuse temptation

In his dream, Caden had been unable to resist Sydney What he felt noas ten tirabbed the keys, shoved them in his pocket, then storht, Sydney unfolded herself from the couch and stretched Lace and silk cupped her torso, the ribbon laces of herthe soft flesh between her breasts The tiny sheer thong hugged her hips She adored the feel of soft, feainst her skin But her exposed cheeks ‘round back were a bit nippy Ti her robe from the arm of the sofa, she made for the hallith a yawn Her next installical war story would run later this week She hoped she’d taken the right approach in rewriting it as Caden suggested before turning it in Contrary to Holly’s opinion, Sydney did think the angle ht of Caden She’d half-expected the diary to work Hoping that tonight was the night, she’d donned her sexiest lingerie, but as she’d told Holly, Aquarius’s claiical seemed to be crap

She took two steps down the hallway, before so, she darted for the foyer Her telly was off and she didn’t have a yappy dog, so whoever stood at her door couldn’t be co about noise Maybe so the last few steps to the door, she called, “Who is it?”

“Caden Open the door, Sydney Now”

Her surprise was quickly washed away by that voice A bit angry Insistent And dripping sex She shivered