No more than a second passes before I’m trailing my fingers down her cheek, a sample I can’t deny myself. She hums in her sleep and leans into my touch. “Dreaming of me?” I whisper. “You better fucking be.” She came so hard thinking about me that she doesn’t stir as I continue to stroke her skin. It’s softer, more supple than I thought. And I can’t get enough. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” I ask her. “Why can’t I walk away from you? Or get you out of my fucking head?” I run my gaze over Calista and force myself to withdraw my fingers, my hands fisting to keep from grabbing her. Instead,
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