Page 12 of Seduced in Ink

“I’ve always wanted you.”

“You’ve always wanted what?” Madison asked, her breath hitching, her palms damp.

Aaron leaned forward, his breath warm against her lips. “You. I’ve always wanted you. And now I get to have you. Every curve, every single sexy inch of you. And soon, you’ll be riding my cock as I pump into you, my hands digging into your flesh, leaving marks just for you and me.”

“You’re going to what?” she asked, her voice even breathier.

“I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. You’re going to want it. And you’ll beg for more. This whole thing? It’s what you’ve always wanted. And now, you have it.”

Aaron slid his hand up her thigh, her dress rising over her hips. When he slowly dipped his finger into her wetness, she gasped and then groaned—just as the alarm went off.

She rolled over onto her stomach, tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes, and slowly reached for her phone to turn off the alarm.

“That did not just happen,” she mumbled, her voice groggy, her throat dry. “That couldn’t have happened,” she repeated.

She did not have sex dreams about Aaron Montgomery.

Madison got out of bed and slowly made her way to the shower to get ready for the day and pretend that she hadn’t just had a weird-ass dream about somebody she didn’t even really know.

Somebody she might be engaged to.

That was neither here nor there.

She wasn’t opening up the café this morning; her staff was doing it for her. Brynn was wonderful at what she did, and Madison was grateful that she always had the other woman to help. Having someone she trusted meant that she wasn’t the only person who could open and close the shop, and she didn’t have to be a micromanager. Only it was weird to let go of the reins sometimes and not be at the place she had given her heart and soul to.

Even if her parents never understood.

That is enough of that thinking.

Madison quickly got ready for the day and did her best to try and look presentable, even though she hadn’t really slept well. She left her hair up, not bothering to do it fully since she couldn’t focus. She could try to blame Aaron for the dreams, but she couldn’t do that either since that very vivid and detailed dream about him hadn’t been the only one she’d had.

No, her dreams had been a little complicated all night. Mostly stress dreams and nightmares where she lost her teeth and things like that. It told her that she needed to focus on the now and not worry about the horror that seemed to be everything else in her life.

Her parents might be awful, but they weren’t always.

By the time she was ready to go, she realized that she hadn’t even had a sip of coffee and blamed it on the dream.

She made her way into her kitchen and started her cup when the doorbell rang.

She froze, tension running up her body as her palms turned sweaty—like they had been in that dream.

She let her cup brew and went to the front door, wondering what she should say. What should she do? Aaron was early. They were supposed to talk about this whole marriage thing, even though they weren’t going to get married. And here he was, at her house. Early.

Right after she’d had a sex dream about him.

Or at least a near-sex dream.

A foreplay dream?

No, enough of that.

She opened the door and then blinked, relief crushing her, even as she swallowed the disappointment she didn’t want to feel.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Lincoln asked as her cousin made his way into her house, kissing her on the forehead as he passed.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here today.” Madison closed the door behind him, locking it, wondering why she felt disappointed. She shouldn’t. It wasn’t like she really wanted Aaron to be here. If she did, then she’d have to think about exactly what they were doing about this whole fake engagement thing.

Dear God, she was fake engaged. Why had she said yes?