I woke with so much sunlight streaming in through my windows, I knew I’d slept much later than I had intended. And I felt groggy as I sat up, rubbing my eyes.
I’d had amazing dreams the night before. Because that’s definitely what they had to be. In my dreams, Dexter Larabee had been in my bed and we’d had incredible s*x. Before those dreams, I’d never realized how attracted I was to him. Yeah, from his pictures, he’d been gorgeous. But clearly I had been thinking about him a lot more than I had guessed.
It didn’t surprise me to find my sheets soiled with dried c*m. I’d obviously released in my sleep. I would keep these dreams from Mace, of course. He didn’t need to know I’d had wild, passionate s*x with an old-time Hollywood actor, even in my dreams.
I picked my watch off the bedside t
