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her eyes, blotting out her vision. She felt her body go numb, the room sway around her. Her stomach turned over.
    She swallowed, clenching her jaw, trying to fight off the sickness threatening to overtake her. She pressed the heels of her hands to her forehead, as if she feared her skull would crack and her brains would spill out.
    “Damn, damn, damn.”
    Callie tried to concentrate through her suffering. She heard her heart beating in her ears; felt the reverberating thuds in her chest.
    Head feeling heavy as an anvil, she lay back against her pillow. She lowered her hand and took several fortifying breaths. That helped clear her vision, steady her shaking body.
    “What the hell happened?”
    And then she remembered the night’s dream lingering in her head, flashes of great ecstasy mingling with the sensations of intense pleasure. And pain. Images of the midnight demon soothing her loneliness drifted to the forefront of her memory. Their encounter, veiled in the mists of her memory, seemed so unreal she was half-inclined to believe it hadn’t really happened.
    Her body told another story. Usually she slept in a sports bra, T-shirt, and panties. She was naked, wearing not a stitch. Surprise tightened her throat when she remembered she hadn’t gone to bed alone.
    Keeping her eyes shut, Callie let her hands drift over her skin. The tips of her nipples came to pebble-hard attention when her palms brushed over them. Bits and pieces of the previous night floated across her mind’s screen. Acutely aware of her actions, she cupped her breasts, rubbing them. As she did, her lover’s form appeared out of the miasma, taking form.
    She smiled, welcoming him.
    He was all eyes and all cock, and both burned through the pain in her mind. The haze began to fade, details of the previous hours seeping back in a lovely kaleidoscope of color, sounds, and sensations. He leaned over her, kissing her parted lips, his tongue invading her mouth.
    Responding, she tugged her nipples, twisting them between thumb and forefinger until a little twinge of delight shimmied down her spine. Everything was so clear, so intense that Callie believed she smelled the heat of his sex. She gasped, skin flushing as she remembered how he’d taken her.
    Not content with nipple play, she passed a hand down the flat plane of her stomach, slipping it between her legs. She shivered as her inquisitive fingers probed her softness, still damp from the night’s lovemaking. Beneath her touch her clit was swollen and pulsing.
    She pressed deeper, one finger, and then two. She spread her legs, seeking fuller and deeper access. Pleasure peaking, she began to make a sound down in her throat, which worked its way up as she slipped two fingers inside her depth.
    Come hard, love, she imagined him urging in her ear.
    Rapturous crescendo arrived without warning. A lusty moan broke from her lips, loosening a cry that melted her senses into a mass as pliable as Silly Putty.
    A moment later her hand slipped out of her depth, fingers sticky with her own cream. She took a deep breath to control the wild beat of her heart. The organ hammered in her chest like a mustang battling the ropes of unwanted captors.
    Callie breathed in, and then out. Comfortable warmth radiated through her, helping shed the last grasping talons of her headache. Amazing. She’d learned long ago that a quick climax really helped lessen a body’s stress.
    She was close to floating off in a dreamy haze when a familiar voice sounded in her ears.
    “There’s nothing I love to see more than a woman getting herself off.” The words flooded her mind and set her stomach to rolling. What the fuck?
    Bowels cramping with unease, Callie forced her eyes open. She blinked to clear her blurry vision. It took a moment for her eyes to focus in the direction of the bedroom door. Recognizing the intruder, she groped for something to cover her nudity. Astonishment was huge, but quickly absorbed. She glared at the skinny little