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he was working on.
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    Kiana sat on the edge of the bed in the sterile room while a female employee clad in a lab getup attached nodes to her face and chest. She glanced down at herself and frowned. She was strung up like a turkey for Christmas. Glancing at the woman’s name tag, she inquired fretfully, “Janine, is all this really necessary?”
    Janine smiled. “Yes, we need to monitor your brainwaves and heart rate while you sleep.”
    “Right. Will all of you be watching me through that window, all night?” She pointed the dark one way window.
    “No, only Dr. Kane. He insists that we leave by a certain time. He is the one who will be monitoring all of you for the night. He’s so hardworking and considerate to his staff,” she gushed.
    Kiana refrained from rolling her eyes. Was there anyone who wasn’t completely smitten with the doctor? She found it suspicious that he let everyone go home. Who wanted to take on so much work by themselves? She frowned. Once again, she was thinking too much. No wonder I can’t sleep . As Janine left the room, it finally registered that Stavros would be watching her while she slept or trying to sleep. The thought of those gray eyes studying her every movement was rather disconcerting. She groaned, “Why didn’t I just stay home?”
    Lying on the bed for what seemed like hours, Kiana started to feel drowsy. Her eyelids drooped, feeling too heavy to keep up. She frowned. Why did she feel so strange? She attempted to lift her head up, but she found she couldn’t move. Forcing herself to stay awake, she failed, and a sleep soon consumed her. She stirred when something warm slid down her cheek. Was someone in the room with her? Making an effort to open her eyes, she wanted to growl in frustration when they remained glued shut.
    A finger swiped across her bottom lip and trailed downward. She inhaled sharply as the hands lingered at her breast. A familiar scent assailed her nostrils.
    It was him .
    She would know that masculine fragrance anywhere. She had laid down with Stavros Kane on her mind, and now she was dreaming about him. The buttons of her pajama top were popped open, and cool air whipped across her skin. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt her nipples being pinched and squeezed, sending desire shooting through her. She tried to move her legs to squeeze her thighs together to assuage the sexual urge, but she still couldn’t move.
    The small mattress dipped, and a warm body was aligned alongside her. His scent was now more potent—intoxicating, sending her further into a frenzy of desire. The strings of her pants were loosened, and the garment pulled down. Her dream was getting more erotic by the minute. She wasn’t sure if she was now naked, but she knew she was exposed. Her legs were parted, and something pressed against the folds of her entrance, and panic started to kick in. It’s just a dream , she reminded herself, calming down somewhat.
    She smiled. If she wasn’t getting any in reality, she might as well enjoy this fantasy.
    She gasped at the sharp pain she felt when she was entered swiftly. Adjusting to the invasion, she moved her lips to call his name. It came out as a mere whisper. Warm lips touched hers, and his tongue slid across, outlining the shape of her mouth.
    “More,” she whispered. He began to move, wringing a long, satisfied moan from her lips. She reveled in the feeling of being possessed by him, even if it was just an erotic dream. Her breathing rate increased as he drove her to the edge, tension coiled in her core, getting ready to explode. Finally able to move her arms, she grasped his forearm, and her fingernails dug into his skin, unable to contain the explosion that erupted inside of her. Holy shit, that felt real . If she could get her subconscious to have hallucinations like the one she just had every night, she would have no need for a real man.
    “You are mine now.” The low baritone penetrated her foggy mind.
    “Hmmm?”
    Her