Emily’s eyes fluttered open, her body drenched in sweat and her heart racing. The vivid dream clung to her consciousness, refusing to fade. She could almost feel Lucas’ strong hands on her skin, his breath hot against her neck.
In her dream, they’d been in his sleek, modern kitchen. Lucas had her pinned against the cool granite countertop, his muscular body pressed firmly against her back. His voice, low and gravelly, whispered commands in her ear.
“Hands on the counter, baby girl. Don’t move.”
Emily shivered, recalling how he’d slowly hiked up her skirt, calloused fingers trailing along her thighs. The anticipation had been exquisite torture.
“Fuck,” Emily muttered, throwing an arm over her eyes. The ache between her legs was almost painful. “Get it together, you horny mess.”
She grabbed her phone, tempted to text Lucas about her explicit dream. But she hesitated, wondering if it was too forward.
“Fucks sake, I’m acting like a teenager with a crush,” she grumbled, tossing the phone aside.
As she stumbled to the shower, fragments of the dream replayed in her mind – Lucas’ commanding presence, his skilled touch, the way he’d made her beg…
“Cold shower it is,” Emily decided, cranking the temperature down. “Otherwise I’ll never make it through this bloody day.”
The icy water cascaded over Emily’s flushed skin, providing temporary relief from the heat coursing through her body. She leaned her forehead against the cool tile, taking deep breaths to regain her composure.
“Get your shit together,” she muttered to herself. “It’s just sex. Really hot, mind-blowing sex, but still…”
As she stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, she heard her phone buzz. Emily’s heart skipped a beat, knowing exactly who it was.
Daddy: Good morning, baby girl. Hope your day doesn’t drag too slowly.
Emily bit her lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering in her stomach. She typed out a response, fingers hovering over the send button for a moment before she hit it.
Baby Girl: Good morning, daddy. It’s going to drag because all I can think about is what you want to do to me tonight. I just had to have a cold shower.
“Fuck it,” she mumbled, tossing the phone onto her bed. “In for a penny, in for a pound.”
She rummaged through her closet, searching for something appropriate for work that could easily transition to her evening plans. Her mind wandered to the Victoria’s Secret bag Lucas had mentioned.
“What the hell did he buy?” she wondered aloud, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension colouring her thoughts. “And why am I both terrified and turned on by the idea?”
Emily’s phone buzzed again, interrupting her thoughts. She grabbed it, her heart racing as she read Lucas’ message.
Daddy: Does that mean you were dreaming about me, baby girl?
Baby Girl: Yes, daddy.
“Fuck,” she muttered, running a hand through her damp hair. “What am I getting myself into?”
She tossed the phone aside and continued getting ready, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Excitement, desire, and a hint of fear swirled together as she applied her makeup with slightly shaky hands.
“It’s just dinner,” she told her reflection, not quite believing herself. “And mind-blowing sex. No big deal.”
Her phone buzzed again, and she couldn’t resist checking it immediately.
Daddy: Tell me about it. Every detail.
Emily’s breath caught in her throat. She glanced at the clock, realizing she was running late for work.
“Shit,” she hissed, grabbing her bag.
She fired off a quick text as she rushed out the door, her mind already racing with how she’d describe her dream later.
Baby Girl: In a bit, I promise. Running late for work. Can’t wait for tonight.
Emily burst through the office door, her heels clicking rapidly against the polished floor. Her heart raced as she glanced at her watch – 8:59 AM. Cutting it close.
She found Sophia already lounging in her office chair, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence,” Sophia drawled.
Emily rolled her eyes, dropping her bag on the desk with a thud. “Oh please, I’m on time.” She gestured at the clock on the wall. “See? 9:00 on the dot.”
“Barely,” Sophia snorted. “For you, this is practically late. What happened to Miss Punctuality?”
Emily sank into her chair, willing her racing pulse to slow. “Nothing happened. I just forgot I left my car here last night when we went to the pub.” She waved a hand dismissively, hoping Sophia wouldn’t push it.
Fat chance of that. Sophia’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “Sure, that’s all it was… baby girl.”
Heat rushed to Emily’s cheeks. Goddammit. Without thinking, she snatched a pen off her desk and hurled it at Sophia’s head.
Sophia ducked, cackling. “Ooh, touched a nerve did I?”
“Shut up,” Emily muttered, fighting back a grin. She booted up her computer, pointedly ignoring Sophia’s smug expression.
As the screen flickered to life, Emily’s mind drifted to the texts she’d exchanged with Lucas that morning. Her body still tingled from the intensity of her dream. Focus, dammit. You’re at work now.
Sophia’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she leaned across Emily’s desk. “So, how late were you up texting daddy last night?”
Emily felt her cheeks flush. “Not that late,” she muttered, busying herself with arranging papers. “The dream was the real problem.”
“Ooh, spill!” Sophia squealed, practically bouncing in her seat.
Emily rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her smirk. “Let’s just say a cold shower was absolutely necessary this morning.”
Fuck, even thinking about it now was getting her worked up again. Lucas’ hands on her body, his voice in her ear…
“Earth to Emily!” Sophia waved a hand in front of her face. “You went somewhere fun just now, didn’t you?”
“Oh shut up,” Emily grumbled, throwing a crumpled post-it at her friend’s head. “I’m looking forward to tonight, but Christ, today is going to drag.”
She glanced at the clock. Only 9:05. Fan-fucking-tastic.
“Poor baby,” Sophia cooed mockingly. “However, will you survive a whole day of work before getting railed by your daddy?”
“I hate you,” Emily declared, but she was grinning. Trust Sophia to cut right through her sexual frustration with crude humour.
Still, as she pulled up the gallery project files, Emily couldn’t quite banish the lingering heat low in her belly. It was going to be a long fucking day indeed.