Most of what she read was couched in technical terms and legalese. At least she could honestly say, if ever deposed, that she didn’t understand most of it.
That night she settled in and dropped to sleep. Yay sexy dream! The enormous brown dog returned. When the dog changed into Bruin, she smiled and felt a pleasant throbbing between her legs.
He didn’t say anything, just silently stared at her for a long time with an expression she couldn’t decipher. Then he knelt between her legs and looked at her, his amber eyes liquefying her soul.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You,” she breathlessly replied.
“Louder.”
“I belong to you,” she said, her voice trembling. Damn this was a realistic dream. She felt the mattress move as he shifted his weight.
“You’re all mine, aren’t you?” he growled, lowering his head to her pussy.
“Yes, I’m all yours!”
“Ask me to make you come,” he whispered.
“Please make me come!”
His tongue laved her clit and she moaned.
“Say it again. Say my name.”
“Jeremy, please make me come!” His hot breath on her flesh drove her nearly out of her mind with need. She desperately hoped she didn’t wake up before he fucked her, that it wasn’t five minutes until seven and her alarm about to go off.
He grabbed her thighs and buried his face between her legs, making her explode twice before sitting up. “Am I better than Lester?”
She nodded, trying to regain the use of her vocal cords. “A lot better,” she gasped.
“And who do you belong to?”
“I belong to you.”
He dropped his voice. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please fuck me!”
“You want me to fuck you hard, like I did before?”
“Yes!”
He flipped her over, and she screamed with pleasure as he rammed his stiff cock home.
“How’s that feel?” he asked, his fingers clamping almost painfully around her hips.
“Damn good!” she moaned into the pillow.
He stopped and pulled her up. “How’s it feel, Genna?” he growled in her ear.
“It feels sooo fucking good!”
“Do you want me to keep fucking you?”
“Yes!”
He pushed her down to the mattress and thrust, hard and deep. Then he curled around her again. “Do you want me to come inside you?”
“Yeah.” She didn’t care what he did if it kept feeling this good. Ah, another great dream.
With several hard thrusts he climaxed, groaning and burying his cock deep inside her. She wanted to roll over and bask in the sensation with Dream Bruin, but he was already up and off the bed, standing there and silently staring at her.
That was strange, but hell, who cared. It was just a dream.
He grimly nodded.
“This is just a dream, Genna,” he said.
Uh, duh. Of course it is. She smiled. “Come back every night if you want.”
He paused then almost looked like he wanted to say something. When she blinked he was the dog again. Without another sound, he turned and he padded out of her bedroom.
Genna awoke pleasantly sore. Then again, she’d been sore yesterday morning from moving.
Wow, this was an unexpected bonus. Hot boss, hotter dreams.
Whoo wee.
Bruin wasn’t in the office when she arrived, but there were several things laid out on her desk for her to do. She set to work. He arrived around ten, his dark glasses firmly in place, Starbucks cup in hand.
“Good morning, Ms. Pangborn.”
Her stomach fluttered at the sound of his voice—professional, not the sexy, sultry growl of her dream. “Good morning, Mr. Bruin.”
She breathlessly waited while he walked into his office and shut the door behind him, then she sighed.
If only…
No, crap, don’t even think that. That’s how you got involved with Lester, and look where it got you!
Ivan showed up an hour later and wordlessly nodded to her before walking into Bruin’s office and shutting the door behind him. She wondered if he was one of the “associates” from Bruin and Associates?
Twenty minutes later, Ivan stormed out, leaving the door open behind him. He hesitated at her desk like he wanted to say something to her when he looked at Bruin’s door. Bruin leaned against the doorjamb, a sly, challenging smile on his face, his arms crossed.
Her mouth watered. Damn she hoped she dreamed about him that night!
Ivan left without further word, and Bruin turned, closing the door behind him.
Weird.
But not her business.
She was almost eager to get home and go to bed, hoping her dreams held. She finally got to sleep, and the dream started soon after. The dog reappeared then changed to Bruin. Without a word he stared at her for several moments. Then he knelt at the end of the bed.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Genna,” he softly whispered.
She smiled. “I want you to fuck my brains out.”
He pounced, kissing her hard, her arms automatically wrapping around him.
He breathed in her ear. “Tell me everything you want me to do to you, Genna.”
“I want you to kiss me, and make me come like you did before, then fuck my brains out.”
He lifted his head and looked at her. “Are you mine?” he whispered.
“I belong to you.” Well, in my dreams, at least.
“Are you mine to do with what I want?”
“Do whatever you want to me.”
“Louder,” he whispered.
“My body belongs to you. Whatever you want to do.”
“I want to fuck you up the ass,” he murmured, kissing her forehead.
Hell, he could fuck her wherever he wanted as long as the dreams didn’t stop. “Then fuck me in the ass, Jeremy.”
He produced a bottle of lube and flipped her over. She was nervous, but playfully wiggled her hips. First the cool wetness against her virgin rim, followed by the press of a finger as he breached her tight entrance.
She froze. Should a dream include feeling like that? A slight burning that gave way to pleasure as he carefully worked his way past her tight ring of muscle. Then the finger disappeared, he added more cool lube, and two fingers pressed for entrance.
She moaned against the pillow. She’d never do this in real life, but holy fuck, this was the hottest dream yet!
After several long, agonizingly slow minutes, he withdrew and applied more lube, then three fingers.
Genna groaned, working her hips against him, desperate for relief and not finding it. For a second the fingers disappeared. Then she felt his lubed cock press against her.
“Relax and breathe,” he whispered, carefully pressing forward.
She let out a hungry groan. “Fuck my ass, Jeremy!” she gasped. “Please! Do it!”
“You ever been fucked here before?”
“No.” Well, technically she still hadn’t, she thought, because a dream didn’t count, no matter how real it felt.
He maintained a slow rhythm, then wrapped one arm around her hips and found her clit with his fingers, stroking it.
Genna moaned. “Oh, God, make me come! Fuck me!”
“Do you want me to make you come like this?”
“Yes, please!”
“You want me to come in your ass? You never let Lester fuck your ass, did you?”
“You’re the first! Do it, take me!”
He gently rolled her throbbing nub between his fingers, and she screamed as she exploded, the fullness in her ass unlike anything she’d ever felt before. When he knew she was finished, it only took him three strokes to join her. He grunted as he came, then carefully withdrew.