Free Unwelcome Reunions (His Dirty Secret Book 3) by Evelyn Troy Page B

climax with her and showing no mercy when she pleaded for him to stop. He watched her intently, loving the expression of sheer bliss that crossed her face as she closed her eyes and stopped fighting the sensations, and then he caught sight of her feet and smiled when he saw that she really did curl her toes when she came.
     
    The previous times that he’d fucked her, he’d been too busy pounding into her to take much notice of the smaller things, such as her toes curling. But as he watched her now, he realized that seeing those small things; eyes widening in pleasure, toes curling in reaction and the way the flesh goosed up on her arms as she trembled, were just as much of a turn on to him as hearing her moans and groans of delight.
     
    As Isobel’s orgasm diminished, Marcus gently pushed her knees apart again and bent over her shaking body.
     
    “That’s the most beautiful thing I think I’ve ever seen.” His voice was husky and low as he looked at her face when he spoke.
     
    Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Isobel raised an eyebrow at him quizzically. “What is?”
     
    “You when you come.”
     
    She gave a breathless laugh and knew that she was blushing. “I’m kinda glad about that because I have a feeling that it’s going to be happening a lot.” She smiled up at him cheekily. “And I really would hate it if I looked like a complete idiot when it happened.”
     
    “I’m sure you’d look as cute as a button even if you did look like an idiot,” he teased her mercilessly, and she laughed again, but somewhere in her head she remembered when he’d called her an idiot in the past. Wait a minute. That was Marcus, not Tyler. Wasn’t it? She shook her head and moaned in her sleep. She was so confused, but she didn’t want the dream to end just yet. She had to figure out who was who and what was going on.
     
    She concentrated on what was going on in the dream and knew that he, whoever he was, was waiting for an answer. “You’d better be nice to me or I might get mean.”
     
    “I just fucked you into an orgasm. Wasn’t that nice enough for you?”
     
    She pretended to think carefully for a second. “Hmm, I suppose you could try and do it again and I would probably think that you were the nicest thing since hot chocolate and whipped cream.” Why did she feel so guilty about saying that? Why did it feel so wrong, but so wonderfully right all at the same time?
     
    “Now that sounds like it has distinct possibilities.” He wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously at her and she laughed again. Tyler always wiggled his eyebrows at her, so she must be with him. Right?
     
    “Maybe you could let me fuck you while you’re tied up.” Yep, that was definitely Tyler. Although on second thoughts, he wouldn’t have asked her permission to tie her up. “And then I can call all my friends in here and we could laugh and make fun of you, little miss frigid Icy Isobel.”
     
    From far away came the sound of mocking laughter, and Isobel woke up with a start, tears soaking her pillow and her heart racing so fast that she thought it was going to burst out of her chest. She sat up in the bed, gasping for breath and shaking like a leaf. Where the hell had that dream come from? She knew she had been thinking about both Tyler and Marcus before she fell asleep, but to dream of being fucked like that, and to not know which one of them it had been was really messed up. And it had left her shaken to the core.
     
    She had more questions now than she did before she went to bed. She knew that she’d seen Marcus earlier on in the day, and was in no doubt that that was why he’d been in her dream. But why had he been fucking her in it? Did it mean that she still harbored some kind of feelings for him? And if so, what did that mean for her and Tyler?
     
    Hell, she didn’t even know if there was a ‘her and Tyler’ anymore. The conversation she’d had with his wife had given her more doubts than it had answers. One