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    C yana woke to the smell of Asher. He’d graciously given up his bed and changed the sheets for her. Still, the warm scent of male musk lingered, imprinted into the mattress. The high thread count in the Egyptian cotton sheets slid against her skin, reminding her of the neglect she’d suffered over the years. The influence of his fragrance on her dreams didn’t help soothe the heat bubbling inside. Her nipples were firm under her tank. She adjusted the thong sticking to the dew of her sweet spot. With a stretch, she sighed against the firm luxury pillows.
    Asher. She smiled at the wicked dream which woke her in ecstasy. It’d been a long time since she had that sort of dream. Never had the guy in them been someone she met before. This dream hunk was clearly Asher. All southern twang and rough hands; whispering in her ear, rubbing her breasts and mound until she melted into a puddle of orgasmic bliss. Folding her lower lip into her teeth, she wouldn’t waste the high in her imagination. She trailed a touch around her breasts and down her belly before gliding the stroke into the elastic of the pajama bottoms.
    Cyana didn’t bother with the shower after her morning satisfaction session. Forty minutes of me-time was on order considering the long hours spent in the car yesterday. She washed her hands and dressed. The dining area downstairs had highly polished hardwood floors, making her feel like dancing. She grabbed the CD player, yoga matt and headed down the grand staircase, admiring the long chandeliers shimmering on either side like waterfalls. Setting up, she pressed play and started to move.
    The dance was a great warm-up. Then came fifty pushups, crunches, squats and a variety of leg lifts used to fight the genetic hip spread she was destined for. Afterwards, she’d be ready to take on the world.
     
     
    A sher was out in the workshop at the far back of the property before the sun started to rise. He could have said he was making up for work lost on the wedding canopy but he was ahead of schedule on it. His thumb glided over the curve of the notch he carved and sanded down in the column. It caressed the hardened pad of his thumb, gently molding his flesh to its smoothness. He sighed against the touch of the wood, closed his eyes as the vision of chocolate dominated his mind.
    Soft breath over his skin, lush lips pressed against his and silken temptations under his palm were a luxury he hadn’t indulged in a long time. The rosy and milky skin he’d grown accustomed to faded into a rich brown. His cock pulsed. The heat crept up his neck. His lips parted and dry tongue licked for the salt of her flavor. His palm tingled for the weight of her breasts, the touch of her hips; the squeeze of her ass. Cyana. Damn. He shoved a hand through his overgrown mane, opening his gaze to reality.
    The thoughts of her sleeping down the hall plagued him through the night. What the hell kind of spell did she put on me? Whatever fever she’d given him grasped so deep in his chest he’d peeked in on her to make sure she was still there. The moonlight showing over her warmed his gut while her breathing had carried on a gentle snore to the doorway. Admittedly, his behavior was unsettling. He set the wood carving tools down and spread both hands flat on the workbench top. He squeezed his eyes shut, shook his head.
    “It’s been a long time. That’s all,” he said.
    The excuse was hollow. He’d passed over many gorgeous morsels on his real estate rise, but never had a desire to check on their wellbeing. His women had always been good for a romp in the sack, but money hungry and manipulative. Easy to throw away.
    Not her. Cyana’s laugh plagued his senses. Her presence warmed his chest and peaked curiosity. Who is she? How can I get more time to know her?
    “I have to ask her out.”
     
     
    T he noise from a large truck close to the house greeted Cyana when she came