Ryan
My nightmare bled into the pale morning light, but it wasn't the fear that lingered. It was that damned shower fantasy, swirling in my head. If I'd just been focused on Lyra's betrayal, on the sting of her abandonment, maybe I wouldn't have been so… careless.
And what came next could have been avoided.
Thoughts of Lyra invaded my mind, igniting a fire within me that refused to die. Memories of her body and our imagined encounter fueled my desires, making my heart race and my body react in ways I couldn't control.
My c**k rose in my sleep pants as once more I imagined her silky skin sliding against mine while she danced seductively against me. With mischief gleaming in her eyes, her fingers trailed across my chest and then downward to palm my hardening bulge.
“You like that, Al
