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Her hips moved as her desire took hold of her body, her small but perfect breasts bouncing up and down as she writhed on the sheets, lost in her fantasy about…me.
Wanting…
Needing…
Me!
“Fucking hell!” I cursed out loud, wanting to insert myself into the image as she thrust a finger into what I already knew was her very tight pussy.
“Ben!” she crooned, and my balls tightened.
“Go after it, sweetheart,” I demanded, fisting my cock harder to do the same.
She fingered her clit faster and faster, until suddenly, she broke.
Her back and neck arched, and the tormented expression on her face turned to total ecstasy.
“Oh, God, yes, Ben. I’m coming,” she screamed.
“Me, too, beautiful,” I groaned back to her artificial image.
As I watched Ariel tilt over the edge in my mind, I went with her, coming harder than I could ever remember.
Maybe it was somewhat twisted that a fantasy about Ariel was better than any of the sex I’d ever had, but for once in my life, I definitely wasn’t in control of the way I felt.
My chest heaved as I tried to hold onto my fantasy Ariel, but she faded away as I caught my breath.
I turned and slammed my fist against the shower enclosure. “Not. Real,” I said in a tormented voice. “Not. Fucking. Real.”
The irritating voice in my head cajoled.It could be! She’s willing!
“Not. Yet,” I argued back.
As much as I wanted her body, I still wanted…more.
With Ariel, I had to have it all.
Then you’ll have to tell her the truth!
Disgusted about arguing withmyselflike I was a crazy bastard, I ignored that taunting voice and cleaned myself up before I stepped out of the shower.
No more fantasies about Ariel.
That shit was dangerous.
I toweled myself dry and tossed the towel into the hamper before I made my way into my bedroom.
I got into my bed, determined to get some sleep since I had an early meeting in the morning at Blackwood.
But I still didn’t sleep.
My eyes stayed wide open as I stared toward the ceiling.
I desperately wondered how in the hell a guy told a woman he cared about that everything that had happened to her, all the pain she’d been through, was essentiallyhisfault.
Chapter 12
Ariel