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"Scott," From the depths of some heavenly dream, Scott made a little moan of protest. From some dreams you never wanted to waken.

"Scott!"

He felt himself stir inside her sweet, wet warmth. He was still asleep! He moved his body luxuriously against the soft, giving flesh which enfolded his.

"Will you wake up?"

Okay, he was awake, but the reality was even better than the dream. He smiled against her neck, realising that he was still inside her, and he began to grow hard once more, instinctively beginning to move.

She fought desire. Fought her greedy wish to have him do it to her one more time, but, oh, it wasn’t easy. "Scott!" she said, as sternly as an irate school­ mistress. His eyes opened, taking in his surroundings with a sense of disbelief. Here. In bed with Vivian. In Vivian.

He groaned as he withdrew, and looked down at her face, all rosy and glowing, dark eyes slit­ted by lids which were heavy and drowsy. She met his impassive gaze and in that moment she felt a million mil