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my finger in your arse.
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Desire throbbed in her clit. When she relaxed even more, she gave in to the utter
sense of completion created by the combination of his cock and finger inside her. She
buried her face in the covers and spread her thighs a fraction wider.
That s it, darling, he said, pushing his finger into her bottom as far as he could.
Jayne moaned as he began to slip his cock in and out of her. The thought of taking
him that way inside her anus both thrilled and terrified her. It felt good, but was it
taboo to enjoy this? She just knew she could never request it.
Your arse is wet, he said as he began working his finger in and out of the
sensitive orifice.
Her clit screamed for more and Jayne reached between her legs to assuage her
desire as he continued the pleasurable assault.
You re close, he uttered. So close. Let go, Jayne. Let go.
She bit the covers to keep from crying out as both her passages shuddered, gripping
and clenching relentlessly while Jayne rubbed, wresting every last bit of sensation from
her body.
If this was indeed a dream, Jayne never wanted to awaken.
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Chapter Four
The tyranny of pleasure and of pain; they make us what we were not what they will, and
shake us with the vision that s gone by, the dread of vanished shadows&
Jayne awakened the next morning with Byron s words playing through her head
like a haunting song. Sore between the legs, she wondered how a dream could leave
such a real impression the following morning.
She yawned and turned over, trying to focus on the clock. It was well past ten. She
never slept late. The others would be furious she was wasting their precious vacation
time piled up in the bed.
Throwing back the covers, she scrambled out of bed and, as she dragged on a pair
of jeans and a sweater, she noticed a telltale purplish bruise on her ass. A hickey? What
the
Confused, she backed closer the mirror.
He was real? It had really happened?
She had no doubt now that her friends were playing a hoax on her. The Lord Byron
of her dreams was a flesh and blood man almost certainly hired by them because they
thought she was incapable of finding a man on her own. Dismay warred with
appreciation. At least the girls thought they were doing her a favor.
But she still intended to have words with them about hiring a& a European gigolo to
drag her out of her shell.
Jayne finished dressing, dragged a brush through her hair and then padded to the
bathroom to finish getting ready. It was obvious by the pile of towels and the lingering
scent of hairspray in the air, the others were already set for the day.
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When she made her way downstairs, she noticed any evidence of last night s
revelry in the parlor had been tidied. How long had the others been up?
Hey, guys! she called, but no answer met her ears.
In the morning light, the villa had an even eerier air about it. An unexplainable chill
pervaded Jayne as she moved through the high-ceilinged rooms.
She inhaled and a deep sadness tugged at her heart. Most women would have been
happy the man they thought was only a dream was a real man with whom they might
have a potential relationship.
Not Jayne.
There was something about what had happened during the night she wanted to
keep locked away in her heart.
The bottle of Lucid absinthe sat on a side table, the two sinister, emerald cat eyes
watching her every move. So& her very lucid dream was not a dream at all. The
infamous green fairy hadn t lived up to her wicked reputation.
Next to the bottle, however, Jayne noticed a note. She opened it and immediately
recognized Angie s boisterous handwriting.
Sleeping Beauty,
We didn t want to wake you so we slipped out early to take a sailboat cruise on
Lake Geneva. Send us a text if you want us to come pick you up.
While the offer was enticing, Jayne was more tempted by the desire to spend the
day all alone in Villa Diodati. Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn t had
anything to eat since before drinking the absinthe the night before.
She cast another glance at the cat eyes. The others hadn t liked the taste. Jayne had
found it& interesting.
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She knew that despite the disappointment her Lord Byron was an actor, albeit a
good one, and not a result of her tryst with the green fairy, she would try the legendary
drink again.
Soon.
Breakfast consisted of strong European coffee, fresh butter and croissants, after
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