Gena rocked her hips, seeking contact, friction. Needing relief. Release. Can’t. Take. It. “Easy, princess. I know what you need.” “Kiss me, Rocco.” She twined her arms around his neck. “Kiss me again.” Her alarm blared, shattering the fantasy. Gena groaned and reached to shut it off, tempted to hit SNOOZE to chase sleep. To fall back into the dream, back into Rocco’s arms. Then she felt the wet spot on her pillow. She pushed up, glaring at the dark circle of moisture. “Eeeew. Tell me I was drooling in my sleep, not French kissing my pillow.” Moving made her aware of moisture elsewhere. Between her legs. Great, she’d probably been humping the sheets, too. Had she talked in her sleep as well?Kiss me, Rocco. She rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. If there was one consolation, it was the fact she lived alone. “Your secret’s safe with me, princess.” She shivered. Those had been Rocco Taylor’s last words to her. Spoken over three weeks ago. Three weeks.
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