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up again, pressing her breasts into his hard torso. The hard tips brushed through course hair, a wicked sensation as she met his thrusts with her own. He quickened his pace and she held on to his shoulders, a delicious fog settling over her brain as her release flirted just out of reach. Then he pressed hard on her clit and the orgasm spiraled through her just as he pressed in hard and growled out his own pleasure.
Harley laid his head on her chest, and she knew he must be able to hear how fast her heart was beating. She lay still, stroking his hair with one hand as they both tried to catch their breath. When he rolled away and padded to the bathroom, she restored order to the blankets, lifting them up for him as he joined her again. As he tucked her against his body, she snuggled against him, trying to keep her fears at bay for just a while longer.

Chapter Five
    Harley woke several hours later to a soft, warm body tucked against him, a plump breast filling the palm of one hand. His body came to life as he remembered the events that had transpired earlier, and Monica shifted against him in her sleep, nestling her backside more firmly against his stiffening cock. Stifling a groan, he carefully moved his hand and began rolling to his back.
"Please," she whispered, her voice groggy with sleep. "Not yet."
    Not sure whether she was awake or dreaming, he stilled for a moment and listened to her slow, even breathing. Moving slowly he got out of bed and tucked the covers in around her before heading to the ensuite bathroom for a shower. He stood under the lukewarm water, willing his body under control as he soaped up and rinsed off, trying to prepare for whatever would come next. He'd just wrapped a towel around his waist when a piercing scream sent him running back to the bedroom.
    Monica flailed on the bed, her arms and legs tangled in the sheet as the bedspread fell to the floor. Thrashing her head back and forth she cried, her eyes tightly shut. "No! Please! I'm not ready...please not yet. Not him--let me go!"
    Swearing under his breath he went to her side. "Monica, wake up." He hoped the loud, commanding tone would be enough to wake her, but she cried out again, rolling too close to the edge of the bed. Left with no choice, he grabbed her wrists, setting off a frantic fight response he regretted immediately. Holding tightly even though he knew she'd have bruises, he pulled her close, whispering softly into her ear. "Open your eyes, sweetheart. You're dreaming." He placed a light kiss a little lower on her neck as she stopped struggling, then leaned back, studying her face intently to make sure she was fully awake. Satisfied, he released her wrists, leaning back to give her some space. "Sorry about the grip - you were headed for a nasty fall."
    She looked past him, her eyes widening as she rubbed her arms and scooted back a few inches. Glancing down at herself she seemed to realize she was naked, and he watched a pretty pink blush spread over her chest and up into her cheeks as she grabbed for the sheet, trying to cover herself. "Um...thanks," she said quietly, wiping her eyes though it looked as if she wasn't done crying yet. "Sorry about that - I get those sometimes."
    "No need to apologize," Harley said, laying a hand over her thigh and stroking his thumb in what he hoped was a soothing back-and-forth motion. "Wanna talk about it?" He tensed up, waiting to hear what possibly could have happened to cause such violent nightmares. Then he was going to go break someone's neck.
    Monica shook her head, surprising him again. "I'd rather not, if you don't mind." She glanced at his towel then looked quickly away, her shyness bringing a grin to his lips. "I could use a shower though, if you're done..."
    "I've seen you naked, you know." He pulled the sheet away from her with a flick of the wrist. "And I'm not opposed to seeing a lot more of it." She hugged her knees to her chest, the sadness in her eyes replaced with a curious look.
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