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Chloe
I don’t sleep well. At all. Who would, with that kind of warning?
Sleep well tonight—you’ll need it.
I can’t think of anything Nikolai could’ve said that would’ve been less likely to make me get my zzzs. He might as well have told me that he intends to f**k me to exhaustion as soon as he returns home.
Actually, he did tell me that, more or less, before he left. His dirty promises have provided ample fodder for my wet dreams and shower m**********n sessions—including the lengthy one after our call last night.
I figured a couple of orgasms might relax me, but they actually made things worse. The entire time I played with myself, I kept thinking of what he’ll do to me when he returns… how his hands and lips will feel on me… how his c**k will feel inside me. My imagination went
