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    The aroma of coffee was so thick that for a moment it actually entered Tionne’s dreams. It pulled her out of a sound sleep and away from a very intense and erotic dream. Since she hadn’t set her coffeemaker the night before, Tionne knew there was only one reason for the heady scent, and his name was Misha.
    Blurry eyed and still so very turned on, Tionne glanced over at her clock on her nightstand, then shook her head. It was only a little after seven. There hadn’t been a doubt in her mind he was going to show up again today. She just hadn’t expected it to be so early, or for it to be on the heel of such a wicked and delightful dream.
    With a heavy sigh, she lay back down on her side and stared at her bedroom door. What was she going to do with him? Any semblance of privacy she’d had walked out the door with him last night. He’d shifted into overprotective mode, and it was going to be hell to get him back to saner ground. Not that he’d ever been that sane to begin with.
    By the smell of things, the coffee was almost done, which left her two options. She could either go out there and begin her day as she normally would, or she could take a few minutes to give herself the relief she so desperately needed. Desperation won out.
    Tionne slipped her hand under the covers and down to her mound. She kept her pubic hair trimmed close, so it was easy to slip her fingers past her barely there hair and part her nether lips. She watched the door closely as she began to lightly stroke her clit in circular motions, pausing to squeeze the hardening bud between her fingers every now and then just to add to her pleasure.
    She bit back a moan as she sped up her fingers. Tionne was trying her best to be quiet, but she was too used to being alone when she came to have mastered that skill just yet. Sure, part of her wanted him to walk in and find her masturbating, but at the same time, she knew some things were better left in the fantasy zone.
    With her other hand, Tionne cupped one of her breasts. She pinched the nipple firmly, enjoying the sensation the hint of pain brought her. This time her moan of pleasure couldn’t be held back. She was trying, but it felt so good, especially when she thought back to the erotic dream she’d had of Misha.
    In her dreams, not only did he comfort her on the couch, he’d also fucked her good and hard. He’d used his hands, his mouth, his fingers, and God, yes, his cock to bring her to ecstasy over and over.
    Her pussy clenched as she thought back to the way he’d had her. Although she knew it wasn’t real, and probably never would be, it didn’t stop her from enjoying every second of her dream lover’s touch. And just knowing he was only a room away was enough to send her soaring. As her orgasm began to wash over her, Tionne pushed two fingers into her pussy and began to pump them in and out of her as she rode out her release.
    Even though she was no stranger to the many ways of pleasuring herself, Tionne had never penetrated her body with anything other than her own fingers, and never more than two. If and when Misha took her, she wanted to experience the fulfillment of being stretched full by her one and only.
    Satisfied and more relaxed, she tossed back her covers and got out of bed. Her back gave a quick twinge, but then nothing more. Her words from last night had proven to be accurate. She was fine. It was only a scratch. Stretching her hands high above her head, she gave a little moan as she worked out the lingering kinks from lying in one spot for too long, before making her way over to her bathroom to clean up and take care of her morning rituals.
    When her bladder was emptied and her face and teeth were clean, Tionne made her way to the kitchen. As she’d guessed, there was a pot of coffee waiting on the counter and Misha, dressed immaculately in a gray suit, at her table, reading a newspaper. He was outfitted as if he should be at a board meeting instead of in