beautiful man tumbled slowly around each other, spinning and floating. "You are extraordinary," Brock crooned between kisses. "Let me fuck you."
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The man grasped his cock and Brock felt a flood of pleasure in that touch. As the man sucked and lapped at Brock's throat and shoulder, the come pumped out of Brock's prick. The high from it made him shout out in bliss. The dream slowly turning to vapor and vanishing, Brock moaned and rocked his hips side to side.
* * * *
Groggy, Brock opened his eyes. Seeing the clock reading one in the morning, he felt disoriented. "Christ, how did I nap for so long?" Sitting up, he looked down at himself. Dim light seeped into his bedroom from the hall. His shirt was spread wide on his torso and his slacks were dragged down his thighs. "What the?" He touched his chest and struggled to think. He dragged his finger through his sticky come. "It was a dream." He struggled to convince himself. "At least I thought it was a dream."
He looked around the shadowy bedroom, scooted to the edge of the bed, and stood. Wobbling, catching himself before he fell, he dragged his pants up and staggered to the bathroom. Once he switched on a light, he cringed at the glare and eventually grew used to the brightness.
Catching his reflection in the mirror, he found light scratches covering his chest and abdomen. "Wow." It felt as if he had just had a hot bout of sex. He knew that sensation very well. Touching his ass again, not feeling anything unusual, he chided himself, "You can't fuck yourself in a dream, you idiot!"
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Brock shook his head as he used a washcloth to wipe the remnants of semen off his skin. "I have never had a dream like that before." Tossing the washcloth down, he stared at his chest and the red marks in awe. "How on earth could I manage to do this to myself?"
After he undressed, brushing his teeth to get back to bed, Brock tried not to worry. He had too many other things to think about. Maybe he was just coming down with something.
It was fall. Probably just a cold.
After a quick check of his penthouse, Brock shut off the lights and crawled back into bed. Lying awake once he set the alarm, he knew he had to get to sleep or he'd be dragging at work all day. Curling into the pillows, Brock closed his eyes and finally let the exhaustion lull him back to sleep.
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Chapter Three
"No. It's a bear market at the moment, I don't recommend it." Brock gazed out at the Manhattan skyline from his office on Wall Street. Speaking into his headset, he swiveled in his chair back to his computer, clicking keys.
"What do you recommend?"
"Forget the manufacturing stocks. Forget anything to do with banks and mortgages." Brock flicked his eyes to his secretary bringing him a latte. "If you want my recommendations, go for foreign markets. Diversify. I'd buy Brazilian commodities, British pharmaceuticals..."
"Gold?"
"Gold's hit its peak. You're too late." He whispered quickly,
"Thanks, Faith."
"You need me?" she asked.
"Yes." He held up his finger for her to wait. As she sat down in the supple leather chair in front of his desk, Brock tickled the keyboard again. "Look, Ronald, let me do some trading for you. You're too heavy in Lehman and Morgan."
"You do what you see fit, Brock. That's why I hired you."
"Trust me, Ronald. I won't steer you wrong. I'll trade and send you the results via email."
"Thanks, Brock."
Brock disconnected the line. "Faith," he sipped the latte,
"find me some info on last week's top ten Euro-stocks after that miserable Bear Stearns fiasco."
"Okay. You all right?"
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"Hm?"
"You're tugging on your collar. Is your shirt too tight?"
"No. I just cut myself shaving and it's killing me. I should just take off my tie and unbutton my collar."
"You only have
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