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near as hot as Justin had.
    Justin didn’t say good-bye. Deanna turned around to discover why not, but the door slammed, and she stood alone in the street, facing blank, rusting metal.
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    Deanna dreamed about him that night.
    In the dream, she entered a room to find Justin naked and tied to a chair. He sat casually, as he had on the sofa, but now his hands were fastened behind his back, his body stretched out for her to see. His cock was long and straight, fully erect, stretching upward from a cross of ropes.
    “Deanna,” he said in his dark voice. “Let your hair down for me.”
    Without hesitation, Deanna pulled the clasp from the bun. Her hair cascaded, thick and curly, all the way to her feet . . . Well, this is a dream.
    “Thank you,” Justin said. “You’re beautiful. Now, come here.”
    She moved to him, her bare feet sinking into soft carpet. Deanna was wearing little, only a silk sheath over bare skin.
    Justin watched her as she stopped in front of him, his smile spreading. His body was rock hard with muscle, slick with perspiration, and that cock . . . It stood straight up, rising with every breath.
    “Take off your dress,” he said.
    Without argument, Deanna unclasped the silk sheath and let it slide to the floor.
    Justin skimmed his gaze up and down her, eyes hot blue. “Untie me, sweetheart.”
    “No.” Deanna smiled. This was her dream, and she was in charge.
    “Please.” Perspiration wet his forehead. “I want to touch you.”
    “No,” she whispered.
    Her Shareem. Tied up for her. Wanting her.
    Deanna went to him and daringly straddled his thighs, her legs on either side of his. His cock was so big, and dark with wanting, so close . . .
    “Have a seat, baby,” Justin said.
    Should she? She could feel the warmth of him, even in her dream. His breath was hot on her skin. Delectable.
    Deanna could do anything she wanted in this vision, and no one would ever know. It would be her secret passion, her fantasy.
    “Down,” he whispered.
    This was insane. He was the one tied to the chair—Deanna should have all the power. His beautiful body was bound, his muscles tight as he strained against the ropes.
    But Deanna felt compelled to obey him. She sat gingerly down on him, gasping when his cock slid up into her very wet opening.
    Yes.
    Deanna whimpered, but it was a sob of joy.
    Justin lifted his hips, pushing all the way up inside her. Deanna knew it was a dream, but she still felt him, big and hard, reaching into her. Wonderful. She burned, but her sheath was wet and slick.
    Justin watched her, his eyes so blue, the same way he’d watched her when they’d been on his couch. The simple act of him touching her hair had melted every part of her. Hence the dream.
    This hot, fabulous, wicked dream.
    The mad friction drove her on, the sinful look in Justin’s eyes driving her as wild.
    The image began to dissolve, Justin drifting away from her. Deanna was waking up. No.
    She moaned his name as wildness poured over her in waves. She’d never felt anything like it before—darkness and nothing but one point of feeling .
    Deanna gasped and opened her eyes. She lay in the middle of her bed, alone, the sheets shoved aside. One of her hands pressed between her legs, her first two fingers solidly inside her.
    She froze, habitual shame dashing over her. She’d touched herself, brought herself to orgasm. Taboo. Shameful.
    Why? the rebellious part of her demanded. It’s heaven.
    She moved her fingers inside her sheath. The crazy wildness had faded, but the pressure inside her was still hot and satisfying.
    Deanna stroked herself a little longer, calming down, comforting herself. But she knew that her own hands would be nowhere near as comforting as Justin’s.
    Gods, she wanted him. Deanna groaned again, cupping hard between her legs.
    She’d have to live without him. Part of Deanna’s job was to protect other women from Shareem, to make sure the walking sex machines didn’t step out of