in his arms. She allowed his strength to surround her. It comforted her, gave her the courage to accept the nightmare might truly be over. A contented sigh left her lips.
“I had to give a press conference. My boss forced me to do it.”
“And,” he prompted.
“And it didn’t go well.”
“In the real world or in this dream.”
Surprised, she pushed away from his chest to meet his concerned stare. “You know this is a dream?”
“Of course. You do too, Maggie.”
“Yeah, but usually the people I conjure for my dreams have no clue they aren’t real.”
She pinned him with a suspicious glare. “How is it you know this isn’t real?”
He gathered her back against his chest, tucking her head against his shoulder, as though he could no longer bear to look her in the eyes.
“Tell me about the real press conference,” he requested in a blatant attempt to distract her.
His hand brushed up and down her back in a soothing rhythm causing her to melt against him. If he wanted her distracted, he picked the perfect way to do it. “It went okay I guess.”
“I’m sure you didn’t collapse in a heap with your skirt up around your head,” he correctly surmised.
Maggie giggled. “No.”
“I love the sound of your laugh. You don’t do that nearly enough, sweetheart.”
He rocked her ever so gently, the movement barely noticeable, like a wave created by a gentle breeze on a river. “So the press conference went well.”
“I wouldn’t say that. My nerves took over and showed on camera. When I watched the news tonight my voice didn’t sound right. I sounded like a shaky elf.”
“I’m sure no one else thought so.”
“Mark did. He called to tell me so.”
Maggie felt Zane stiffen. The rocking stopped, as his arms tightened around her. “Who is this Mark and where can I find him.”
Maggie chuckled. “My hero. Going to avenge my honor are you?”
Zane’s arms loosened slightly. “I would love to be your hero, Maggie. I am yours to command. What do you wish me to do? Shall I fight a dragon? Destroy this Mark? You name it and it is done.”
Too bad this man wasn’t real. She could use a real-life hero to help her fight her battles. And she knew several battles lay ahead. The worst had yet to come. She could feel it in her bones. Trouble was on the way.
Maggie looked over at the claw-footed tub. What she wouldn’t give to have a long, hot bath. The tub instantly filled with steaming water.
“Your wish is my command.” Zane rose with her cradled in his arms. He lowered her slowly to the floor. Her body slid down his in a sensuously slow slide. Maggie could feel every hard muscle on the man through his clothes. Her hands grasped his biceps to anchor her in place as a rush of desire coursed through her.
Her eyes drank him in. Tonight he wore a pristine dark gray dress shirt, opened at the collar to reveal a tantalizing bit of tanned flesh. The cut of his tailored dress slacks fit nicely over his hips and thighs. Dark gray, like his shirt, his pants led down to classic dress shoes.
He looked like a bank executive come home after a day at the office and Maggie loved the thought of playing his loving wife. He looked good enough to eat and based on the gleam in his eyes, he felt the same way about her.
She saw the passion glisten in the depths of his eyes. His long lashes could not hide his feelings for her as he looked down at her with possession and desire so stark it burned over her, heating her skin.
Warmth spread throughout her, pooled low in her belly. Her lust rose. Before she realized the thought was in her mind, she stood on her tiptoes and locked lips with her dream man.
Their lips met in a hard, passionate kiss. His mouth opened to hers, allowed her entry into his scalding cavern of fire and heat.
Pleasure rolled through her, sending her soaring into the heavens. It coursed through her blood, warming her, sending a gush of hot moisture to her most sensitive spot. Her body pulsed,
“I had to give a press conference. My boss forced me to do it.”
“And,” he prompted.
“And it didn’t go well.”
“In the real world or in this dream.”
Surprised, she pushed away from his chest to meet his concerned stare. “You know this is a dream?”
“Of course. You do too, Maggie.”
“Yeah, but usually the people I conjure for my dreams have no clue they aren’t real.”
She pinned him with a suspicious glare. “How is it you know this isn’t real?”
He gathered her back against his chest, tucking her head against his shoulder, as though he could no longer bear to look her in the eyes.
“Tell me about the real press conference,” he requested in a blatant attempt to distract her.
His hand brushed up and down her back in a soothing rhythm causing her to melt against him. If he wanted her distracted, he picked the perfect way to do it. “It went okay I guess.”
“I’m sure you didn’t collapse in a heap with your skirt up around your head,” he correctly surmised.
Maggie giggled. “No.”
“I love the sound of your laugh. You don’t do that nearly enough, sweetheart.”
He rocked her ever so gently, the movement barely noticeable, like a wave created by a gentle breeze on a river. “So the press conference went well.”
“I wouldn’t say that. My nerves took over and showed on camera. When I watched the news tonight my voice didn’t sound right. I sounded like a shaky elf.”
“I’m sure no one else thought so.”
“Mark did. He called to tell me so.”
Maggie felt Zane stiffen. The rocking stopped, as his arms tightened around her. “Who is this Mark and where can I find him.”
Maggie chuckled. “My hero. Going to avenge my honor are you?”
Zane’s arms loosened slightly. “I would love to be your hero, Maggie. I am yours to command. What do you wish me to do? Shall I fight a dragon? Destroy this Mark? You name it and it is done.”
Too bad this man wasn’t real. She could use a real-life hero to help her fight her battles. And she knew several battles lay ahead. The worst had yet to come. She could feel it in her bones. Trouble was on the way.
Maggie looked over at the claw-footed tub. What she wouldn’t give to have a long, hot bath. The tub instantly filled with steaming water.
“Your wish is my command.” Zane rose with her cradled in his arms. He lowered her slowly to the floor. Her body slid down his in a sensuously slow slide. Maggie could feel every hard muscle on the man through his clothes. Her hands grasped his biceps to anchor her in place as a rush of desire coursed through her.
Her eyes drank him in. Tonight he wore a pristine dark gray dress shirt, opened at the collar to reveal a tantalizing bit of tanned flesh. The cut of his tailored dress slacks fit nicely over his hips and thighs. Dark gray, like his shirt, his pants led down to classic dress shoes.
He looked like a bank executive come home after a day at the office and Maggie loved the thought of playing his loving wife. He looked good enough to eat and based on the gleam in his eyes, he felt the same way about her.
She saw the passion glisten in the depths of his eyes. His long lashes could not hide his feelings for her as he looked down at her with possession and desire so stark it burned over her, heating her skin.
Warmth spread throughout her, pooled low in her belly. Her lust rose. Before she realized the thought was in her mind, she stood on her tiptoes and locked lips with her dream man.
Their lips met in a hard, passionate kiss. His mouth opened to hers, allowed her entry into his scalding cavern of fire and heat.
Pleasure rolled through her, sending her soaring into the heavens. It coursed through her blood, warming her, sending a gush of hot moisture to her most sensitive spot. Her body pulsed,
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