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    Olivia

    My dreams started innocently enough: walking through the Carter estate and attending meetings at work. But then the scenery shifted, and suddenly, I bwas /bin Alexander’s bedroom–but not as it was in reality. This dream bedroom had mirrors on the ceiling and red silk sheets, and Alexander was looking at me with hunger in his eyes.

    “Take off your clothes,” Alexandermanded, his voice deeper and rougher than in real life.

    Iplied without hesitation, stripping slowly while his eyes devoured every inch of exposed skin.

    “On your knees,” he ordered next, and I dropped to the plush carpet.

    He approached,pletely naked, his cock huge and hard. “Open your mouth.”

    I obeyed, looking up at him through myshes as he guided his thick length between my lips. His hand tangled in my hair, controlling my movements as he fucked my mouth.

    “That’s it, take it all,” he growled.

    I shifted again, and I was on the bed, Alexander looming over me, his muscr body caging mine. His fingers slid between my legs, finding me embarrassingly wet.

    “So fucking wet for me,” he murmured, circling my clit with his thumb. “Tell me what you want, Olivia.”

    “Fuck me,” I begged shamelessly. “Please, Alexander.”

    He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock stretching me as he pushed in slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness almost too much.

    “So tight,” he groaned, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Take it all, baby. Take every fucking inch.”

    He began thrusting, each stroke deeper and harder than thest. The pleasure built rapidly, my body arching to meet his.

    “You’re mine,” he growled, bending to bite my neck. “Say it.”

    “I’m yours,” I gasped as he hit a spot deep inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

    “Who does this pussy belong to?” He mmed into me, the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust.

    “You! It’s yours, Alexander!”

    His pace became relentless, punishing. One hand moved to my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my head swim. The other reached between us to rub my clit in tight circles.

    “Come for me,” he demanded. “Now.”

    My body obeyed instantly, clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He followed immediately, his release hot and pulsing inside me as he shouted my name.

    I shifted again, this time to Alexander’s office. I was bent over his desk, skirt hiked up around my waist, as he took me from

    behind.

    “You like this, don’t you?” he taunted, his handing down hard on my ass. “Getting fucked by your boss bwhere /banyone could walk in.”

    “Yes,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Harder, please.”

    He obliged, pounding into me with bruising force. “Such a good dirty little girl for me. Taking my cock so well.

    His words should have offended me, but in the dream, they only turned me on more. I wed at the desk, desperate for purchase as he drove into me again and again.

    “Alexander,” I whimpered. “I’m close.”

    “Not yet,” he growled, slowing his pace to a torturous crawl. “Beg for it.”

    “Please,” I gasped. “Please let mee.”

    “Not good enough.” He pulled outpletely, leaving me empty and aching. “Tell me what you need.”

    “I need your cock,” I begged, shameless with desire. “Please fuck me, make mee. I’ll do anything.”

    “Anything?”

    “Yes, anything. Just please don’t stop.”

    He mmed back into me with one powerful thrust. “Touch yourself. I want to feel youe on my cock.”

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    I reached between my legs, fingers finding my clit as he resumed his punishing pace. The dual stimtion quickly pushed me toward the edge.

    “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained. “Come for me, Olivia. Now.”

    My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, my body convulsing around him as pleasure overwhelmed me. He followed secondster, his release triggering another wave of ecstasy that had me crying out his name.

    I woke with a start, my heart racing and my body on fire. For a moment, I couldn’t remember where I was, and the dream was still vivid in my mind. Then reality crashed back. I was in Alexander’s bed, the real one, and he was sleeping peacefully beside me.

    I nced over, relieved to find that I hadn’t migrated to his side during the night. Hey on his back, one arm thrown above his head, his chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths.

    My body still throbbed with unfulfilled desire, my nipples hard against the silk pajama top, my panty–less core embarrassingly wet. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache.

    What the hell was wrong with me? Having sex dreams about Alexander was not part of the n. This was supposed to be a business arrangement, not… whatever this was bing.

    I turned away from him, pulling the covers up to my chin and willing my body to calm down. It was just a dream, I told myself. It didn’t mean anything. Just my subconscious processing the bizarre situation I’d gotten myself into.

    But as I drifted back to sleep, I couldn’t shake the memory of Alexander’smanding voice or the way he’d made me feel. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if the real Alexander would be just as skilled at reducing me to a begging, trembling mess.

    Morning came too quickly, sunlight streaming through the windows and rousing me from sleep. I blinked groggily, momentarily disoriented before remembering where I was. Alexander’s penthouse. Alexander’s bed.

    I sat up quickly, relieved to find myself still on my side of the mattress. No embarrassing cuddle situation this time. Small

    victories.

    The space beside bme /bwas

    clock on bthe /bnightstand, 8:17 AM.

    bI /bbflopped /bback against bthe /bpillows, memories of my dream flooding back in vivid detail. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Thank god Alexander bwasn’t /ba mind reader.

    b“/bbGet /bit btogether/bb, /bI muttered, dragging myself out of bed.

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