“So there is something.” He laughed. “You know I won’t stop until you tell me, so save us both the time, Tasha.”
He was right. There would be no escape from his scrutiny and persistent questioning now she’d confirmed there was something, not that either of them had been convinced by he cries of protest to the contrary.
“Don’t laugh at me,” she ordered.
“Of course,” he reassured her, his hand cradling her head while his fingers massaged her scalp.
“Promise.”
“I promise.” He struggled to stifle a giggle making her frown at him. “Sorry.” He smiled at her and then it was gone, a blank expression forming on his face.
“Remind me never to play poker with you,” she muttered as she looked up at hisgame face.
“Agreed, unless it’s strip poker.” He laughed.
“Really?”
Jim laughed louder. “So easily distracted, Natasha, but please, go on.”
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?” she asked as she saw that it was already seven a.m.
“No, honey. I’ve arranged to spend the day with you today, plus, we have an appointment with attorneys to agree our pre-nup, now stop stalling.”
Tasha took a deep breath and attempted to explain her restless sleep and strange behaviour. “I had a very odd dream this morning,” she began.
“Odd? Odd how?” he asked wide-eyed.
“If you stop interrupting, I will tell you,” she chastised, making him smile.
“Sorry, go on.” He mimed that he was zipping his lips making her laugh.
“You are in a very good mood this morning, so if there is something else you would rather do...” She edged closer to him.
“No, please continue with the recount of your dream.” He grinned.
“I dreamt that I was having sex,” she blurted out to a momentarily stunned Jim.
He quickly recovered his composure with an arched brow. “Who with?”
“What? You, of course.” She was unsure whether she should be offended.
“Good. I like that even in your dreams it’s still me. Did you have an orgasm?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Just one?” He seemed totally fascinated by the details of her dream.
“No, lots, more than I counted.” She blushed again now, unsure why that detail was causing her embarrassment.
“Lucky you. Has this happened before?”
“What?” she asked confused.
“Have you had an orgasm in your sleep before?”
“Yes, but not like that and not because I was dreaming about a specific person, sometimes it’s happened when I needed to wee,” she admitted.
“I see. I’m honoured, baby.” He smiled again. “Tell me about it, Tasha. I want to know everything.”
