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In her dream, Sean was braced over her, kissing her, every stroke of his tongue setting her on fire. She moaned against his mouth, “I want you, I want to be n***d with you.” She arched her back and pressed her n*****s against his hard chest, and suddenly she realized she was n***d. So was Sean. n***d and breathtaking. His chest rippled with muscle as he bent his dark head to her breasts. He swiped his tongue in delicious circles around her n*****s. Teasing, tugging. The pleasure was so intense she actually heard bells ring.
They rang again. And again.
Evie’s eyes popped open. Her phone was ringing. She lay face down on her bed, in a tangled mess of her favorite goose down comforter, alone. Unfortunately, she remembered every detail of what had happened the night before.
She’d throw
