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Bailey
“Bailey, wake up,” a voice murmured in my ear. Fingers grazed along my skin and I trembled. It felt like an eternity since I’d heard that voice.
“Ryker?”
His warm breath tickled my neck. “Who else? Open your eyes for me, sweetheart.”
“I don’t want to. It’s such a good dream.” If I awoke I’d be in a nightmare. I didn’t want to leave his arms. “Hold me tighter,” I whispered.
He did as I said and I snuggled into him, making him groan as I rubbed my body against his. “I want you so f*****g bad,” he growled, pushing his arousal into me.
“Then take me.”
“Not until you open your eyes. I want you to look at me when I f**k you.” I didn’t want to open them, but when I did, I gasped and jerked around. Ryker looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Are you okay?”
“How am I here?” I was
