“Amelia,” Marcus’ voice filtered into the darkness of my dreams and I couldn’t understand why he sounded so worried. Normally when I heard his voice in my dreams, it was ‘the voice’ and something very pleasurable was about to happen.
“Amelia,” he said again. In the haze of my sleep I could see him leaning over me with a worried expression on his face as he smoothed my hair away from my sweaty skin. Wait, his touch was all too real and I felt much too warm. I rubbed my eyes, realizing that he wasn’t a dream.
My boss and I had just had s*x, well we’d done a lot more than have s*x. I’d never had a scene like that one, I looked up at him fearful of how he would react.
“Oh thank the gods, you’re awake.” He whispered as he moved to my side, his c**k now flaccid as it slipped from my bod
