Before Her Billionaires by Julia Kent Read Free Book Online Page B

truth.”
    “To love.”
    “To getting laid,” Josie countered.
    Laura could drink to that. And did, finishing her coffee with one eye on the clock. She had about five more minutes before she needed to head out the door for the train ride into Boston.  
    After checking the cats’ food and water dishes, she turned to Josie and said, “You ever have dreams so vivid it’s like you can feel them, even after you’re awake?”
    “Only when I took a hit of acid back in college.” Josie squinted at her. “Why? You dropping acid before bed?”
    Laura shot her a smirk. “The only drug I use is right there,” she answered, pointing to the coffee maker.
    “Yeah. Me too,” Josie said with a sigh. “When did we become so boring?”
    “When we became grownups.”
    Josie’s eyebrows went to her hairline, eyes full of mischief. “You may be a grownup, but no one in their right mind would ever call me a grownup.”
    “You’re a registered nurse who works on complex research cases, Josie. They don’t hire children t o do that.”
    Josie snorted. “You obviously haven’t spent enough time in hospitals. Surgeons are just emotional teenagers with the pressure of life on their hands in the operating room. Orthopedists are bone crunchers who look at a dislocated shoulder like a kid looks at a roller coaster. W e ’re all immature. Some of us are just better at hiding it.”
    Laura nodded, swallowing and trying to calm the anxious butterflies in her stomach. Maybe she shouldn’t have mentioned the dreams. If she kept Josie going on this new tangent, then they could forget she ever mentioned it.
    “So. Dreams,” Josie said.
    Damn.
    “ I keep having sex dreams.”  
    “Join the other six billion of us.”
    “You’re so supportive.”
    Josie laughed. “It’s just...everyone has sex dreams. I have them. Did I ever tell you about the one I had with Abraham Lincoln? The man could do incredible things with his pinkie.”
    Laura gaped at Josie. “Discussion over.”
    “Aw, c’mon!”
    “Not if you’re going to mock me.”
    “I wasn’t mocking you! I really did have a dream about Lincoln and his magic digit! It was right after watching Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Slayer , and I— ”
    “Then this discussion is really over,” Laura said with a shudder.
    “Now who’s being the judgmental one?” Josie said with fake offense.
    Laura’s eyebrow arched. “You seriously had a dream you slept with Abraham Lincoln and you two had some ass play?”
    “Yep. And he loved the strap-on I wore.”
    “Oh, gross.”
    “I can’t control what’s in my dreams! Not my fault!” Josie insisted.
    That gave Laura pause. She had a point. None of the dreams were technically fantasies, right? They came to her, unbidden, a product of her subconscious. Laura didn’t seek out threesome porn, didn’t read romance novels about threesomes, didn’t watch movies on the topic, didn’t search it out at all.
    It was just...there. I n her dreams. I n her bed. I n her body, some sort of yearning that came out the only way it could.
    While she slept.
    That was comforting, in a way, and yet deeply disturbing. Why did she harbor these wishes? Dreams were manifestations of something rooted in the body, mind and heart. Bad dreams were like an exorcism, but good dreams—and make no mistake about it, these were damn good—were wish fulfillment.
    She had plenty of wishes. Oh, how her wish cup runneth over. As she looked down at her chest, she thought sourly that she had plenty up top, plenty in her head, and not nearly enough in her heart.
    And bed.
    Josie finished her cup of coffee and checked her phone. “You’ll miss the train if you don’t get going.” She held her phone up for Laura to see the time.
    “Damn. You’re right.” Grabbing her brief case, she headed out the door, Josie on her heels. After locking the apartment up, she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. Out the main door and on the sidewalk, she and Josie went in