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tongue.
    He hisses in pleasure, his head thrown
back, his face merging with the shadows that haunt the corners of the ceiling.
For a moment he pulses between my lips, then he’s moving me back onto the bed.
A tiny sound of disappointment escapes me; I love it when he explodes over my
tongue. But it’s all washed away as he settled between my thighs, his mouth
opening, his tongue flicking over my pussy.
    I surrender to the sensation; it’s as if
the whole room is pulsing to the beating of my heart. A line of fire races
after the touch of his tongue; molten fire that threatens to make me melt. I’m
lost in him, the sensation settles over me like thick blankets. There’s no
escape from this, no escape from his love.
    He pulls back and kisses me again. I
taste myself on his lips. I suck his lower lip, nipping at it gently with my
teeth. I rake my fingers down his back. I want to leave scars on him, so he’s
got me on his skin for always.
    He plunges inside me with one swift
stroke and I scream. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, all I’ve ever needed. My pussy
is the whole world and he’s inside it, inside me. He’s everything. There’s
nothing else but his thrusts, swift and sure. I squeeze him with all the
muscles I have inside me; I want to hold onto him forever.
    He thickens inside me and I know he’s
close to the edge. I bite his shoulder, and cling to him, shaking, while his
orgasm hits, and his warmth pumps out into me, right into the heart of my body.
    I fall back, exhausted. My head is
plastered to my forehead. He collapses, his breath like the screaming of a freight
train’s engine.
    “I love you,” I breathe out. It’s all I
can say. “I love you, Gabriel.”
    And then I wake.
    I look around the room, wild-eyed. There’s
no one here, no phantom lover. My heart is pounding inside my chest.
    Jesus, that was real. And Christ. That
was Gabriel.
    My sheets are soaked under my ass. I
remember every moment of the dream. I’ve never had an experience so vivid.
    The sheets aren’t silk, but they’re warm and
comforting. The pillows aren’t silk either, but once I’ve got my head settled
back down my eyelids are heavy again. I think of the dream, hoping I’ll
recapture it once I’ve gone back to sleep.
    I might not know what I want, but I know
what makes me feel good. And when it comes to dreams, that’s enough.

CHAPTER NINE
     
    I’ve never heard of this place before, a
little café at the valley end of California St. The Salmon Crisp. But it
looks like Amy has surprised me again. The woman I thought was the biggest
button-down bitch in the world has levels within her I never would have
suspected.
    That keeps happening , I think ruefully as I push the door open. The little bell jingles
and a waiter scoots over to me dutifully.
    “Well, hey there,” he says, and his smile
widens. “God, I hope you came to see me.”
    “Sorry.” I laugh him off with a pretend
clutch at my heart. “I’m sure you’re very charming. But I’m here to see her.”
    And I point out Amy, looking relaxed for
once, her hair loose around her shoulders. Perhaps it’s just seeing her outside
of the office, but she looks younger, relaxed, almost like a different person.
    She’s sipping from a cup of hot tea and she
eyes me over the brim of it as I sit down, shrugging out of my heavy gray jacket.
    “So does it happen everywhere you go?” she
asks, leaning back in her chair. “Men throwing themselves at you? Famous
authors and waiters alike?”
    I blush.
    “No, it really doesn’t,” I say. “Lately . .
. I don’t know. I must just be on a roll, you know?”
    She shakes her head.
    “No, I can’t say I do. Must be nice.”
    I blush again.
    “OK,” she says matter-of-factly, and for an
instant, Old Amy is back. “I didn’t ask you here to talk about your love life.
Lord knows, you must have gotten enough of that.”
    She pulls some papers from her bag and
stacks them neatly on the table. The waiter hovers nearby,