“Willa,” I whisper, trying to wake her.
“Mmm, that feels so good.” Her breathing turns ragged the longer we lie like this.
“Willa, you gotta wake up.” I look down at her face. Her lower lip sits trapped between her teeth, and all it takes is a little giggle from her before I’m doing some moaning of my own. This is torturous. As much as I enjoy being used as her personal sex pole, I have to get out of here.
“Trev, you’re so good to me,” she whispers, rubbing againstmy knee with a languid rhythm that adds to my internal battle. She’s not just having a wet dream on me; she’s having a wet dreamaboutme. How am I not supposed to be turned on by that?
Still, I want her to want me while she’s conscious. Peeling her arms off me, I begrudgingly pluck my thigh from between hers. I kneel on the floor next to the bed and shake her again.
Willa wakes mid-moan, blinking a few times before seeing my face. “Oh.My.God.”
“Hey, it’s okay…”
Shooting out of bed, she scrambles to the other side of the room. “Ohmygod!”
I stand and take a step toward her. “Willa, it’s oka?—”
“No!No!” She braces the air with her palms. “Y-you stay right there!” Skirting around the edge of her darkened bedroom, she slinks toward the connected bathroom. “I’m—I have to go.” The door closes, and I hear the faintest protest on the other side. Everything happened in such a whirlwind, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do next. The only thing I know is that it would be an absolutely terrible idea to climb back into that bed with the semi I’m sporting. I grab my phone and charger, shaking my head all the way to the couch. With only a few hours before I need to get up for my flight, I highly doubt I’ll be able to sleep—especially after that interaction.
After the sun comes up, I’m finishing a cup of coffee, staring at the struggling plant in the kitchen window. It looks like it’ssupposedto have flowers, but all that’s there are wilted leaves and squishy roots. From the corner of my eye, I watch Willa tiptoe down the hallway, fully dressed. She takes one look at me, hangs her head, and shuffles across the hardwood. Wordlessly, I slide her full travel mug across the counter. Her eyes slowly make their way to mine, and I jut my tongue into my cheek, trying not to laugh.
“I’m completely mortified,” she groans, covering her face.
“Don’t be. It happens to the best of us.”
“Yeah,okay,” shescoffs.
“Did it help with your stress, at least?” If I press my tongue any harder, I’ll leave a bruise. She glares at the snort I can’t hold in anymore.
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“I am,” I say, walking my mug to the dishwasher. When I turn around, she’s leaning against the counter, her face set in a scowl, arms crossed tightly in a way that would have scared me off before. Right now, though, the only thing I’m worried about is the utter need sparking inside me. I want her so fucking bad, and according to somewhere deep down in her psyche, she wants me too.
Placing my hands on either side of the countertop behind her, I cage her in. Her quickened breath fans over my face, eyes fluttering when I lean closer. Licking my lips wasn’t a planned thing—but she wets hers in response—and I can’t help but smirk at her reacting to me in this way. Can’t get her moaning my name out of my mind either. Knowing I might have the slightest spot in hers has me firing on all cylinders. “This has been fun…but last night was better,” I whisper, dipping my head so we’re eye level. The suppressed gurgling from her throat when I wink at her is satisfaction enough. I grab my keys from the counter behind her and smile, our lips a whisper apart. “I have to catch my flight, Gem. Be back on Friday.”
She squeaks in response, frozen in place as I step away. I take one last look over my shoulder, grab my bags, and head out the door. As I trek across the courtyard, she’s the only thing on my mind.
I head straightinto work after landing in San Francisco, unlocking the door to my office right as the clock strikes nine. Tucking my bags in the corner, I boot up mycomputer to see what kind of mess my associates have gotten themselves into over the holiday. Skirting over the seasonal newsletter from corporate and ignoring the email from Marla at the top of my inbox isn’t my best move, but with it being a Tuesday, I have less time to catch up on work this week. I’ll read all that nonsense after I’ve worked through my review pile.
I’m elbow deep in partially completed sales proposals, ready to pull my entire team from the field for a week of clerical hand-holding when my phone lights up.
Willa
Thanks for cleaning up.
Me
Tell me, did I clean up in your dream too? Is that a thing for you?
Willa
Don’t push it, Eagle Scout.
Me
My bad, JIM.
Willa
