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attention away from her predicament, but Synn hadn’t been detoured.
    She walked to the bed and crawled in, leaving her t-shirt
on. She’d need a barrier between herself and her sex dreams. After her fiancé
had broken off their engagement, she expected her sexy dreams and wild urges to
go away, and the last month at home in Maryland, they had. But ever since she
stepped foot in Ashton Abbey, her libido had gone into overdrive. No, make that
since she met Synn. Maybe it was his name. It was like a subconscious
suggestion. Sin, Rena. Sin.
    Or maybe it was the Abbey. Images of the loving couple on
the bed and the couple on the settee came back to her in a rush. It was easy to
block what she had seen when she was embarrassed down to the wrinkles in the
bottoms of her feet, but back in her silky sheets, she couldn’t help but replay
their actions in her mind.
    Refusing to be sucked into any more erotic sensations, she
forced her eyes closed and made a to-do list in her head for tomorrow. She would
need to buy food and supplies. Synn could tell her the history of the ghosts.
She wanted to know every ghost in the building, their names, their life
stories. Oh, and she could name the rooms after them. The honeymoon suite would
have to be named for the couple on the bed from tonight.
    He had undressed his wife so tenderly. She loved how he
kissed her, running his hands over her breasts and waist to eventually cup her
between the legs.
    Rena squirmed, but then a featherlight touch brushed her
temple. It was gentle, like the husband downstairs, and she relaxed into her
dream. She turned her head away as light kisses tripped around her ear, past
her jaw, and along her neck. As her dream lover’s mouth found the hollow near
her shoulder, he licked. His tongue tickled and she brought her shoulder to her
ear.
    The hand on her thigh surprised her. She almost opened her
eyes, but refrained. If she wanted to orgasm, why not be brought to it by a
dream lover?
    As the hand stroked her leg, she took a deep breath, stepped
over to the forbidden side and let her legs fall open. The hand hesitated
before moving to her inner thigh, progressing upward until it reached the
crease between her labia and her leg.
    Her heart beat faster and her muscles stilled as she waited,
anxious for the fingers to touch her pussy. She wanted them to play with her
clit and stroke inside her like the man downstairs had done for his wife. But
the hand remained motionless, and she moaned in frustration.
    She needed to come. Couldn’t he feel her wetness? She lifted
her hips from the bed, hinting at her willingness. Finally, the hand moved.
Fingers deftly combing through every fold of flesh involved in the design of
her pussy. She pressed her pelvis against those exploring digits, her breaths
growing shorter. Then fingers found her clit and held it.
    “Oh, yes.”
    A finger slipped inside her opening and she bucked her hips
against it. More. She needed more. She gripped the sheets in silent plea. The
finger withdrew but then two entered her, spreading her more, invading her like
the woman in the Blue Room. She ground upward, desperate as her heated body
begged for release. The fingers moved out and in, in slow, tantalizing strokes,
building the pressure between her legs, tightening her core.
    “More,” she ground out. “Please.”
    Three fingers entered her.
    This is what she wanted, needed. She panted, bucking against
the fingers moving inside her.
    They disappeared.
    Breathing hard, her pussy seeping, she opened her eyes and
whined after her vanished dream. “Nooo. You can’t leave.” She squeezed her eyes
shut, willing the dream to continue, but it didn’t. “Urgh.” Opening her eyes
again, she sat up and lit her lantern. She peered into the darkness just in
case it wasn’t a dream. She was alone. “Damn it.”
     
    Synn stood frozen where he had landed, in the Purple Room
beneath Rena’s bedroom. He took deep breaths to make his raging cock