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hair down, hoping they would get to
chat again.
    “Damn you are sexy, Rose.”
    A few seconds passed and she giggled, thinking of him next
to her in her dream again. And his taste, yummy. The taste of his cock haunted
her all day while she tried to write. “Mmmm,” slipped out before she could stop
it.
    “I have a feeling you’ve been doing that a lot tonight.”
    Her cheeks grew warmer and she hoped he couldn’t tell she
was blushing.
    “And a pretty blush. What may I ask is on your mind
tonight?”
    Of course she couldn’t be lucky enough for him to overlook
it. “Umm…not really anything I care to talk about.”
    “Might help.”
    She laughed hard, and he smiled with her. “Not likely.”
    “Try me.”
    “I dreamt about you last night. It was…very nice.”
    He stared across the internet at her. “What kind of dream?”
    “Yeah…well…it was…a nice one.”
    “Nice. Uh huh. Nice as in I changed your flat tire or nice
as in I pumped you full of cock until you couldn’t take anymore?”
    She took a drink from a water bottle, trying to make sure
she could answer without moaning. “The ahh…option number two.”
    He smiled, very pleased with himself and she should have
guessed he’d have that kind of reaction. She guessed anybody would be pretty
excited knowing someone had a wet dream about them. “Maybe we should try a date
in person and see how it goes. A dream is nice but in real life might be nice
too.”
    “I’d love nothing better than drive to your place right now,
cuff you to a hard point in your ceiling and fuck you until you can’t remember
your own name. Unfortunately I can’t but I sure as hell hope you dream about me
again tonight. If you do, you have to promise to tell me about it. And I want
details Ms. Option Number Two.”
    She couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit rejected again but he
didn’t give her long to think about it.
    “So how’s the novel coming? Did you write on it today?”
    “Sure did. Got another five thousand words written. It’s
coming along nicely.”
    “When are you going to tell me about it?” He scratched his
chest and she momentarily lost her focus again.
    “Umm… It’s gonna be a paranormal romantic suspense. Female
shifter novel actually based off an ancient story called Swooning Shadow .
I’ve been researching it for a while and I’m fascinated by it. It’s gonna be
sexy.”
    “If you’re writing it, I’m sure it will be.”
    His praise for something she did meant a lot more to her
than she expected. No one knew she spent her days working on a novel. Having
support from a virtual stranger made her sit a bit taller.
    “Hey, tell me about the profile picture you posted. Looks
like you’re on a beach somewhere. Florida coast line if I had to take a guess.”
    “It’s actually from a trip I took with my parents several
years before they passed away. They were both happy and healthy and it’s one of
my favorites.” She thought about the picture, toying with the ends of her hair.
“I must confess my hair’s a bit longer in that pic, as you can tell now. I got
it trimmed a couple times since then.”
    “What? Someone who didn’t post exactly the right info on
their profile? I’m shocked and appalled at your audacity. Not. I don’t know
anyone who’s completely honest on their online profile. It’s almost like some
of them think they’re writing a resume for Batman and the other people who see
it will never figure it out. As if.”
    She shook her head. “I have to confess I figured you were
way too good to be true and I almost didn’t respond to you because of it.”
    He didn’t laugh like she expected him to. Instead he added,
“I’m not perfect. I’ve got a lot of baggage.”
    She laughed, shaking her head. “Hello…everybody’s got
baggage these days. Normally a whole luggage set.”
    He stared out of the screen at her and the urge to reach
through and run her fingers through his hair nearly overwhelmed her. She
clasped her