Page 72 of Chasing the Dream
“I slide my hands up your bare legs and underneath the dress.”
Her breathing was becoming shallow just listening to him.
“I discover you’re not wearing any panties.”
“Naughty me!”
“Exactly.”
“I touch you…there, and you’re already wet for me.”
She squeezed his thigh again, and he glanced over at her, presumably to read her reaction. “Keep going.”
“I continue touching you until I can tell you’re getting close.”
She crossed her legs to stave off the sensations caused by his words.
“I lift you off me so I can unzip my pants.”
“Oh boy…”
He chuckled, but it was strained, and she knew he was aroused too.
“And then…you might not like this part.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not exactly…romantic.”
“But the rest of this fantasy is? There’s no flowers, no candles, no dinner…”
“Okay, okay. I get the point.”
“Continue.”
“I bend you over my desk and hike up your dress…”
“And then you plunge into me from behind,” she finished, looking pleased with herself.
“How’d you know?”
“You’re not the only person to have a fantasy like that, Gabe.”
He eyed her curiously. “So, you’re not offended.”
“Not at all. I’ve had similar fantasies.”
“About me?”
“You have no idea,” she said softly.
“Huh?”
“Yes. About you.”
“Tell me one.”
“Okay.”
