I arch, lifting my hips off the bed, and turn up the speed.
“God damn you,” I moan, circling the device.
Christ, I wasn’t lying to Scarlett; Jake does have a large and very nice member, and he knows exactly how to eat a woman’s pussy.
I guess he was having lots of practice...everywhere.
The jerk.
The memory of his hands on my waist, sliding up to my breasts, has me cupping one of my own and pinching my nipple.
I’m close.Probably because I’ve been having this dream for hours, my body ready for release.
You have the sweetest pussy.
I’m startled, stimulated by the sound of his voice in my head.My core clenches.
Fuck my fingers, Caylee, that’s a girl.
Christ almighty.
How can dream Jake have such an effect on me?
My orgasm slams into me with a force that shouldn’t be possible on my own.I drop the device, my heart pounding as my pussy craves the feeling of his cock sliding inside it.In real life.
No.Bad body.
That is not happening.
––––––––
AN HOUR LATER I parkmy car a block away from my workplace and reach for my handbag.Digging out my lip gloss, I slide a layer of the vanilla-flavored product on and smack my lips together.
I let out a sigh.
I enjoy my job.While I call myself a dental assistant, my correct title is orthodontic assistant.It’s a specialized dental assistant role where you help the dentist with orthodontic treatments like braces and aligners.
Brad, or Dr.Thornton, is the dentist I work alongside every day.He owns the practice.He’s been a great man to work for the past three years.Despite his flirtatious nature, he’s always been professional and a fair boss.
Sliding on my sunglasses, I reach for my white lab jacket and climb out of the car.It’s a sunny day in Los Angeles, and I wish I weren’t spending it inside, but unless someone designs an outdoor dental practice, here we are.
Today is going to be busy, and stupid me, still distracted by my dream, I left my lunch in the fridge.So, I’ll be using my brief lunch break to dart out and buy something.
I run my hands down over my black capris and check that I didn’t spill any coffee down the front of my white tank top, then start walking.Brad doesn’t tolerate tardiness, and it bothers me, too, so I always make sure I’m on time.
He’s married to a nice woman, Cindy, and they have two boys.He’s reasonably private and doesn’t over share any personal details.
How was your weekendusually results in him telling me about some DIY project he worked on.Got the tiling done in the bathroom.Added bunk beds to Charlie's room.Nothing more personal than that.
His wife, Cindy, is rarely seen in the office—I think I’ve seen her three or four times, and that’s it.
Brad usually lets me babble on about my unexciting life to fill the silence in our workplace as patients lie there with their mouths open and teases me wherever possible.
“Thornton Dental, how can I help you?”Amy, our receptionist, answers the phone, shooting me a smile as I walk past her desk, mouthinggood morning.“Are you an existing client?”
I head through the door separating the surgical areas from the waiting room and drop my things in my locker.Kicking off my sneakers, I change into comfortable flats and put on my lab jacket.
“Morning, Caylee,” Brad says as I enter the room and start going through my daily procedure of getting ready for our first patient.“Didn’t win the lottery, I see.”
