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opened her thighs. Cool air met the blazing
    hot skin of her most intimate region. Wet and slick, the
    tender folds of her pussy yielded to the gentle parting of
    her fingers. Her throbbing clit begged for attention. With
    the tip of her forefinger, Cora stimulated the swollen nub
    in lazy circles.
    Big and burly, the man loomed naked in the doorway
    and bathed in shadows. The sight should have terrified
    Cora but she found it oddly thrilling. There was something
    so sexy about a little exhibitionism. Moonlight spilled
    through the window and splashed across his lower half.
    His magnificent cock, so thick and erect, betrayed his
    obvious interest. Although she couldn’t see his eyes
    through the darkness, she could feel his heated gaze locked
    on her. It swept along her body, leaving a prickly
    sensation of awareness.
    Cora watched in fascination as the naked man fisted his
    meaty hand over his stiff length. Wanting to give him quite
    a naughty show, she licked her upper lip and moaned
    loudly. She arched into the tantalizing touch of her circling
    finger. The fingers of her other hand found their way
    between her lips and into her mouth. She ran her tongue
    over the skin, slicking it with her saliva, and then slipped
    them inside her tight, hot channel.
    A gasp sounded from the doorway. So he liked that, did
    he?
    She moaned and swiveled her hips. Her finger thrusts
    felt so good, the slick cream of her cunt coating her digits.
    Little sparks of pleasure flickered through her lower belly.
    Cora’s toes curled against the sheets. Her wrist moved
    faster as she strummed her clit with more fervor. Mouth
    agape, Cora pursued her climax.
    Still standing in the doorway, her mystery dream lover
    breathed hard and loud. His forearm rippled as he stroked
    his cock. Their competing pants echoed in the stillness of
    the room. Cora wasn’t sure who would come first. It was
    almost a race to the precipice of ecstasy.
    In the end, she cried out a few seconds before the
    shadow man. Her pussy contracted and clenched around
    her fingers as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. He
    grunted as if in pain and spilled his cum in ropy bursts.
    Separated from her partner in exhibition, Cora was
    suddenly gripped by the desire to touch his sweat-slicked
    skin, to taste the salty cream now dripping from the blunt
    head of his cock. She wanted to be held close and
    caressed like some soft creature. She wanted to feel his
    soothing breaths against her forehead and hear the
    reassuring beat of his heart as she slept against his chest.
    But none of those desires were to materialize.
    As quickly as her dream lover had appeared, he
    vanished. In the next instant, Cora woke and shot up off
    her pillow. Trembling and sweating, she sucked in a sharp
    breath. She wiped a shaky hand down her face. Her thighs
    clenched with the last tremors of her fading orgasm.
    Cora’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment. She’d just
    had a wet dream in the room next to Stig’s. As a former
    marine, he was bound to be keenly aware of his
    surroundings. Had she cried out in her sleep? Oh God.
    Had he heard her?
    Groaning in humiliation, Cora flopped back against her
    pillow and buried her face in the crook of her arm. How
    the hell was she going to face him at the breakfast table in
    the morning?
    Chapter Two
    Stig woke with a start. The built-in alarms on the locks
    beeped incessantly and annoyingly. He smacked the
    buttons in irritation and rubbed his face. The skin was
    smooth, his scales banished by the rising sun. From the
    ache along his left shoulder and hip, he surmised he’d
    fallen asleep slumped on that side against the cold, wet
    stone. Stig hissed in pain as he slowly climbed to his feet
    and stretched the stiffness from his muscles and joints. He
    yawned and reached high overhead. He’d survived one
    night without complication. Only eight more to go.
    As Stig gathered the lengths of chain and hung them on
    their wall pegs, he was troubled by the vivid