FALLEN

CHAPTER 6 In all my life I have never met a man who moves me the way he does. Everything about him turns me on. His body, those eyes and the gorgeous smile. For me he had become that one insatiable craving in life. I fell asleep and didn’t even know it. The dream I had made me never want to wake up. Our bodies intertwined in a candle lit room. Flashes of naked skin. My legs wrapped around his waist. The muscles in his arms tensing up as he reaches deeper and deeper inside of me. The blissful sounds of passion filling the air with every thrust. Ridding him and looking down into his face and seeing the pleasure my body was giving hScreScreaming his name as we both climax and losing all control as the multiple orgasm grabs a hold of me and wont let go. When I wake up I promptly jump into the shower. The dream had gotten me so worked up I need to change the sheets. All I could think was if he could do this to me in a dream imagine what he could do to me in person. I leave the house and drop my little yelping, viscous dog off at the Groomer’s and head off to work. The day ran typically smooI caI can’t say that I was disappointed but when there are problems the day goes by quicker. I spent most of the day on a personal call with Angie. Neither of us were working obviously. That evening I picked Jasmine up from the vet. I had to take her home straight away because I was making a run to the mall. I had to clear my mind and shopping always gave me a sense of clarity. I just wish I knew his motive. I mean did he hire me because he thought I would be his sex slave, no questions asked. Which wouldn’t be a problem. Or could he really want to marry me and have little Diesel babies. He would probably be an excellent daddy. I could see him now with his little man. Taking him to the park and teaching him how to play catch. Going to football games and coaching little league. Car pooling. It would just be so sweet. To see him with a baby in those big strong arms but I digress, snap out of my day dream, and go back to my shopping.