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slow methodical circles. His hands continue their ministrations and my head is swirling in a torrent of heat and pleasure. An explosion is building more intense than anything I have ever felt, my body is no longer my own, moving on its own accord, responding to every move he makes. He lowers his head and gently begins to kiss and tease me with his mouth, licking and nibbling my most sensitive spot. Around and around his tongue swirls as his fingers push me higher. He blows onto my hot, wet flesh and then plunges his tongue inside of me, pushing and sucking the nectar he has coaxed. Into a million pieces my world shatters, my body humming and pulsing, waves rippling through me. Blood pounds in my ears as my body convulses in his hands, slowly he lets me down, pulling his fingers from my sex he looks at me with dark eyes, licks his lips and sucks my juice from his fingertips. I am shocked and gasp in response, as a wicked, crooked grin spreads across Rhys’ triumphant face .  
     
    The air in the room is too warm and bright, the morning sun assaulting my face. I try to screw my eyes more tightly shut and block out the light when I am startled by a knock at the door. I shoot up from my half sleep and realize that the sheets are damp below me. Trying to shake the fog from my head and from the dream that felt so real, my body is still pulsating. One brief meeting and this arrogant man has invaded my dreams and done things to me I desperately need. Another knock at the door and I bound off the bed without a thought, pulling the heavy door open, expecting Olivia, instead coming face to face with dream boy. His eyes take in my state of dress and he examines my form, a devious grin rising on his beautiful, crooked mouth. 
    “Rise and shine, Sophie. Good dreams, I hope.” With a wink, he invites himself in sweeping past me. I choke on his sentiment, the effects of my dream spread all over my body. He can’t possibly know! I barely stifle the groan that accompanies my transparency. He is in a crisp white shirt with sleeves casually rolled up his strong forearms and khaki linen pants that hug his perfectly taut bum and hang just right. Closing the door behind him and striding into the middle of the room, he slyly examines his new surroundings. Turning to me he raises a paper bag in the air. “I brought bagels and yogurt for the lady.” He smirks and sets the bag on the rumpled bed.              
    Still feeling half asleep, confusion clouds my mind and I excuse myself to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face and cover my exposed bottom. I turn to the mirror to find my hair still full, slept in and tousled, my face clear and bright thanks to my meager makeup routine. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and splash cool water on my cheeks, gently pinching to get a fresh blush. I brush my teeth and pull on a pair of yoga pants from my luggage.
    Rhys is casually lounging on the bed, his legs stretched out, shoes kicked off, and head resting in his hand propped on his elbow. He pops a piece of bagel into his mouth and tips his head at me. This is a different creature than the man I shared an elevator with last night. He is light, jovial even. His face is young and bright, that crooked grin pulling at me somewhere deep and dark.
    “Is that what you look like when you first wake up?” He smirks as he slowly chews. MMmmm A low groan escapes his throat. “Nice,” he whispers and takes another piece of bagel to his lips.
    “Are you always such an ass?” I ask leaping onto the bed, taking him by surprise. His mood is markedly different from last night. Casual and relaxed. I take the bagel from him and tear a piece for myself before thrusting it back into his hand. He sits up and casually folds his legs, tucking his feet under his knees. Leaning back against the padded headboard, he crosses his hands into his lap and smiles. His smile is disarming.
    “That is subjective, I suppose,” he offers, contemplating the question,