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To avoid yet another erection, he fantasized instead about falling asleep with her securely wrapped in his tail every night going forward, although she also fit perfectly against his human form. Choosing one would be a struggle.

In the middle of contemplating which he would prefer, sleep claimed him at last.

Chapter Twelve

Alice

The buzz of a device notification roused Alice from a heavy sleep that quickly pulled her back under. A short time seemed to pass, then another buzz penetrated the drowsy fog that had settled over her.

She cracked open an eyelid. The room she lay in was dark, but hints of daylight peeking through a tall set of curtains within her line of sight told her morning had arrived.

Any confusion over where she was lasted only an instant as memories of last night crowded her mind and the sweet ache of numerous bouts of sex made itself known in various parts of her body.

Silas was still in bed with her, spooning her back, one meaty thigh sandwiched between her knees, a long arm draped over her waist. By the sound of his breathing, he remained asleep.

Although her decision to continue seeing him—made under the naughtiest of duress—struck her as only delaying the inevitable, she couldn’t say that waking up in his arms was anything but wonderful.

His absolute certainty about the two of them had shaken hers, but only more time in each other’s company would determine who was right.

In the meantime, she would simply have to do her best not to get her hopes up. Easier said than done.

She would have snoozed a bit longer, but a signal from her bladder forced her to extract herself from Silas’s slack hold. He didn’t react as she moved his arm and carefully rolled to her knees.

Once she sat up, she spotted her phone lying nearby on a wood tray with a cushioned bottom—something she imagined was normally tucked into a hidden drawer behind the wall of bedding. And it was being charged, the cord stretching across an arm’s length of bedding to disappear behind a pillow. Another phone that had to be his was also charging next to hers.

How dare he be so considerate. With a reluctant smile, she grabbed it before crawling out of the enormous bed.

Another surprise awaited her in the bathroom—her clothes, neatly folded in a stack on the vanity, next to her bag. Her panties lay on top, and a quick inspection told her they were clean.

Sneaky snake, she said to herself, smiling shyly.

As much as she wanted to check her messages, certain there would be at least a couple from her mom, she first relieved herself, then washed her hands, brushed her teeth, and got dressed.

Try as she did not to stare at the bathing area and recall the sight of Silas poised over her in the mirror, her mind’s eye couldn’t help replaying a few highlights. He had driven her wild with want and taken her to a level of pleasure she had never achieved with anyone else.

And he wanted more. Had literally demanded it. Her face flushed at the thought that he intended to bring her back here and be the first to…

Ugh, I can’t even say it in my head!

She had been curious about…about anal for a long time. At first, she had touched herself there in the shower. Then, after some research, she had used her smallest dildo and been completely shocked at how quickly she’d come with another vibe on her clit.

However, Silas’s cock was much larger than her dildo. The mere prospect of fitting it inside her, let alone taking his thrusts, evoked as much dread and it did excitement.

The smartest thing to do would be to get to the end of their second date, say no to any naked wrestling, and insist he take her back to her mom’s apartment. To thank him for his company, bid him a happy life, and return to Chicago at the end of her stay.

Sure, she would forever compare him to anyone else she dated short-term, and she would always find them inferior—until and unless she finally encountered the One. But at least she wouldn’t fear being discarded in favor of someone whom fate had decided was better for him.

Now feeling properly dejected, she sat on the single step leading up to the bathing area and unlocked her phone. The time on the display was a quarter past the end of her do-not-disturb interval, so it was no wonder her phone had begun buzzing.

She muttered a curse at the number of messages, most of them from her manager, Paul, who had been texting her until midnight only to begin again at six a.m. In short, he was irked that she hadn’t responded and pressed her to complete the revisions by noon. Chicago was an hour ahead, so that gave her less than three hours to revise over a hundred pages.

As she was composing a reply, using the most professional language possible to remind her manager that she was not paid to be on call during her off time, a text from one of her coworkers appeared in her notifications.

Heads up. Paul is loudly complaining about you not getting your work done, but I could have sworn you were on vacation?

Oh my god, now he’s talking about whether the new director position should go to someone more responsible. Prick.

You didn’t hear this from me.