Page 52 of Ravaged By Lust

I’ve never felt more connected to anyone else. I’ve never felt so used. So desired.

Bishop’s heavy breathing ceases.

Something doesn’t seem right.

I turn to face him.

“You’re going to wake up in a moment, Chloe, and you’re going to realize this has all been a dream inside your head.”

Bishop speaks flatly to me. I blink at him, not fully comprehending what he means.

“What?”

“This little encounter didn’t happen. Hasn’t happened. This is all your overactive imagination telling you exactly what you really want. You might try to deny me in real life, but you can’t deny my hold over you. You want something like this to happen. You’re wishing for it.”

“This can’t be a dream, Bishop. It felt so real.”

He clicks his fingers at me.

“Time to wake up, Chloe.”

* * *

“Good morning, Chloe. I’ve got coffee and a donut, so don’t ever say I’m not a good host. Now give me that five-star rating on the app.”

Gary bursts through my bedroom, waking me up from the sex dream.

Yeah, it really was only a sex dream, wasn’t it?

Bishop didn’t actually come around here last night. He didn’t pursue me down. He didn’t break in and push me against the wall. He didn’t fuck me until I screamed his name.

I should feel relieved, but I really don’t.

Dream Bishop was right. I’m wishing in my deepest core for that to have actually happened.

Fuck.

I cover my body with the bedsheets. Between my legs I am most definitely wet, and I don’t want Gary to suspect a thing.

“Thanks,” I mutter at him.

“Big day today,” he says. “Good luck. I’ll leave these on the bedside table.”

He places the donut and takeaway coffee cup next to me and gives me a warm smile.

Yeah. The meeting today.

And all I’ve been thinking about is Bishop Hayes.

Double fuck.

“Thanks,” I repeat.

Gary leaves the room, leaving horny-ass me behind. I should be focused on my music, not on some rockstar ex.

I can’t get lost in my fantasies, especially if they’re about Bishop.

I’ve got a job to do today.