“His bedroom door was shut, and as there was no sign of the dog, he assumed Danielle had her, and that they were both asleep. Good. He was hot and sweaty and pleasantly exhausted from his run. If he could grab a shower and fall asleep without kicking his brain into high drive, things would be even better. He managed the shower part of the plan, and settled facedown on the couch. He made himself as comfortable as he could and closed his eyes. Then, as if on cue, his thoughts started racing. Danie...lle was in his bed. In his clothes. Was she curled into a little ball beneath his covers? Or was she sprawled out, taking up the entire bed? He supposed as long as Sadie was on the floor, it didn’t matter, but he couldn’t dispel the images of Danielle in his sheets. Bare legs, maybe a creamy shoulder peeking out of his T-shirt. No bra, so her breasts would swing free with her every movement, the nipples hard and pouty, pressing against the material. Oh yeah, that image would help him sleep. With a rough sigh, he flipped over and studied the ceiling.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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