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had she been up? That’s when he remembered what she’d told him about the weird rabbit hole thing she had been in before. Her mind would be so focused on something that everything else went away. It was going on twenty-four hours, and he could tell she hadn’t eaten or drank anything.
“Kitten,” he said her name , but nothing happened. He called her again, snapping his fingers, nothing. She was in some type of trance. So doing what he did to drunk people, he grabbed her computer, set it aside, picked her up, and carried her to the shower.
*****
Faith was almost on to something. She found who she needed; she just needed to find out what to send him. The computer disappeared, leaving her in a fit of confusion.
Suddenly she was airborne, and water was hitting her in the face.
“Snap the fuck out of it, Faith!” Someone was yelling at her. She blinked and then blinked again as warm water washed over her body. She was still wearing the clothes she’d had on yesterday. However, when she looked up, she saw a very concerned looking Razor looking at her. He was wet too. They both were standing in the shower.
“Dreaming. I’m dreaming again. Shit, I need to wake up; I’ve got work to do.” She tried to push away from him, but it didn’t work. Damn, she’d fallen asleep; that was the only explanation for it.
“Not dreaming, kitten, now come back.” She kept shaking her head. No, she didn’t fall yet, she knew she could stop going down the rabbit hole as long as she ate and took breaks. She did that, didn’t she? She must have because she was dreaming right now. It was the only reason she was in the shower with Razor.
“Dream, yup, just a dream. At least I didn’t go down the rabbit hole; I ’m going to be fine.” She smiled up at him; she was proud if herself.
“Not thinking clearly yet, kitten, come back. Open your eyes and look, you’re awake.”
“Nope, dreaming, but I like this dream.”
“It’s not a dre- ' She cut him off by doing the only thing she could ever do in a dream; she got on her toes and kissed him. Granted it was only a small kiss, but since it was her dream, she was going to make the most of it.
Wrapping her arms around his neck she tried to deepen the kiss, but dream Razor wasn’t moving. She pulled away and could feel the fast beat of his heart. His brown eyes seemed to grow dark with lust, and she once again kissed him, this time, running her tongue along the seam of his mouth. He opened slightly allowing her to push inside, and like a moth to the flame, he busted out and kissed her back.
One hand ran up and gripped her hair at the base of her neck while the other ran down to her ass squeezing the cheek. Boy, could this man kiss. He pushed her against the wall trapping her, but that was just fine with her. Her need escalated, and her hands started to roam around his chest feeling the ripped muscle beneath them. Reaching down lower, her dream gave her the courage to cup his cock through his wet pants. A growl erupted from him as he pushed into her hands.
“This isn’t a dream, kitten.” And just like that, she realized what she was doing as the world spun black and the sound of Razor's voice could be heard with a, “Fuck.”
Chapter Nine
Razor looked down at the water soaked woman wondering what the hell he was going to do next. She had thought the whole time it was a dream, and yet he knew it wasn’t. He did his best to hold still, but he wasn’t a damn saint. W hen she’d slipped him her tongue his sexual urges took over.
He hadn’t gotten laid in over two months, which was a record for him. Her little moan and whimper sent his cock into a raging hard-on, then she’d grabbed him. However, when she realized what she was doing, she froze. He would have never thought she would have blacked out, though.
The water still sprayed over him. Holding her steady, Razor turned off the water and lifted her wet body into his arms. He needed to get her out of these
“Kitten,” he said her name , but nothing happened. He called her again, snapping his fingers, nothing. She was in some type of trance. So doing what he did to drunk people, he grabbed her computer, set it aside, picked her up, and carried her to the shower.
*****
Faith was almost on to something. She found who she needed; she just needed to find out what to send him. The computer disappeared, leaving her in a fit of confusion.
Suddenly she was airborne, and water was hitting her in the face.
“Snap the fuck out of it, Faith!” Someone was yelling at her. She blinked and then blinked again as warm water washed over her body. She was still wearing the clothes she’d had on yesterday. However, when she looked up, she saw a very concerned looking Razor looking at her. He was wet too. They both were standing in the shower.
“Dreaming. I’m dreaming again. Shit, I need to wake up; I’ve got work to do.” She tried to push away from him, but it didn’t work. Damn, she’d fallen asleep; that was the only explanation for it.
“Not dreaming, kitten, now come back.” She kept shaking her head. No, she didn’t fall yet, she knew she could stop going down the rabbit hole as long as she ate and took breaks. She did that, didn’t she? She must have because she was dreaming right now. It was the only reason she was in the shower with Razor.
“Dream, yup, just a dream. At least I didn’t go down the rabbit hole; I ’m going to be fine.” She smiled up at him; she was proud if herself.
“Not thinking clearly yet, kitten, come back. Open your eyes and look, you’re awake.”
“Nope, dreaming, but I like this dream.”
“It’s not a dre- ' She cut him off by doing the only thing she could ever do in a dream; she got on her toes and kissed him. Granted it was only a small kiss, but since it was her dream, she was going to make the most of it.
Wrapping her arms around his neck she tried to deepen the kiss, but dream Razor wasn’t moving. She pulled away and could feel the fast beat of his heart. His brown eyes seemed to grow dark with lust, and she once again kissed him, this time, running her tongue along the seam of his mouth. He opened slightly allowing her to push inside, and like a moth to the flame, he busted out and kissed her back.
One hand ran up and gripped her hair at the base of her neck while the other ran down to her ass squeezing the cheek. Boy, could this man kiss. He pushed her against the wall trapping her, but that was just fine with her. Her need escalated, and her hands started to roam around his chest feeling the ripped muscle beneath them. Reaching down lower, her dream gave her the courage to cup his cock through his wet pants. A growl erupted from him as he pushed into her hands.
“This isn’t a dream, kitten.” And just like that, she realized what she was doing as the world spun black and the sound of Razor's voice could be heard with a, “Fuck.”
Chapter Nine
Razor looked down at the water soaked woman wondering what the hell he was going to do next. She had thought the whole time it was a dream, and yet he knew it wasn’t. He did his best to hold still, but he wasn’t a damn saint. W hen she’d slipped him her tongue his sexual urges took over.
He hadn’t gotten laid in over two months, which was a record for him. Her little moan and whimper sent his cock into a raging hard-on, then she’d grabbed him. However, when she realized what she was doing, she froze. He would have never thought she would have blacked out, though.
The water still sprayed over him. Holding her steady, Razor turned off the water and lifted her wet body into his arms. He needed to get her out of these
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