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She landed on the flooring with a thud and a jarring of limbs. Ouch. She couldn't remember her carpeted floor beingness this hard and cold. What happened adjacent convinced her that she must even so be dreaming. Light suddenly filled the room and a human being who looked a lot like Mark DeSanto stood looking downwardly at her in concern.

Instead of screaming in terror, she began laughing hysterically. Couldn't she have but one hot sexual activity dream? Maybe her riding Mark while he told her how perfect she was? Heck, she'd fifty-fifty be happy with a manifestly old missionary fantasy. But no, even in her dreams, she was awkward and always managed to embarrass herself. "Lamentable about this," she mumbled to her dream Marker. "Merely let me get back in bed and autumn asleep. If I'1000 lucky, you lot'll exist back and we'll try this again."

Besides by Sydney Landon

The Danvers Series

Weekends Required

Not Planning on Yous

Autumn for Me

Fighting for You

No Denying You

Always Loving You

Scout Over Me

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Contents

Sugariness Dreams

Also past Sydney Landon

Championship Page

Copyright

Dedication

Affiliate One

Chapter Ii

Affiliate Three

Chapter Four

Affiliate Five

Affiliate Half-dozen

Chapter Seven

Affiliate Eight

Affiliate Ix

Affiliate Ten

Chapter 11

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter 19

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Xx-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Epilogue

Excerpt from No Denying You

About the Writer

As always, for my husband, who will e'er exist The One for Me.

Chapter One

There are just days that suck, Crystal Webber thought as she used one hand to rub her aching caput and the other to clutch her cramping tummy. Why in the world had she come to work this forenoon? True, she hadn't felt quite this sick when she'd left home, but she had been nauseous. She'd attributed it to skipping dinner the night earlier since she had fallen asleep on the sofa hours earlier her usual bedtime.

Now, though, she could no longer avert the fact that she was ill. Her boss, Lydia, had gone to luncheon, so Crystal sent her an east-mail explaining the situation before getting shakily to her anxiety. She speedily grabbed the edge of her desk and held on until the room stopped spinning. "You lot can do this," she mumbled nether her breath as she put i foot in front of the other. She was grateful for her contempo promotion to assistant to the director of marketing at Danvers International. Otherwise, she would be struggling to get in through the cube farm where her last desk had been located. There was petty to no privacy in that location and someone would have certainly noticed that she was weaving as if she'd had one likewise many drinks. Give thanks God, things were quieter on the management side of the hallway.

She was relieved when the elevator doors opened as soon equally she hit the Downward button. The side by side few moments passed in something of a daze, and she had no thought that she'd actually made information technology to the sidewalk outside the building until the vivid sunlight blinded her. As she blinked her eyes rapidly to adjust, her stomach roiled alarmingly. The realization that she was going to be sick earlier she fabricated information technology abode had her so focused that she didn't observe anyone standing beside her until a hand touched her arm. "Are y'all okay?" Crystal jumped aside in shock at the sound of the voice, whirling around to see Mark DeSanto looking down at her with concern-filled optics. Please, no. Fate couldn't be evil plenty to throw the coworker she'd lusted after for months into her path at this moment. Not today of all days.

Using the last reserves of her strength, she pushed her shoulders back and attempted to give him a bright smiling. "I'g fine," she replied in a voice that sounded scratchy, even to her own ears. He gave her a skeptical look and then, earlier she could do anything to stop it, the unthinkable happened. Her body went into a total revolt, and almost in irksome motion, she threw up on a pair of shoes that probable cost more than her Volkswagen Beetle. Words of apology rose to her lips only before she could utter them, her world dimmed and and so turned black.

As consciousness slipped away from her, all she could think was that she'd met the human of her dreams face-to-confront and she wasn't going to live long enough to do a damn thing about it.

• • •

Mark DeSanto stood on the sidewalk in shock with the now-limp torso of the woman who had just moments earlier ruined his favorite pair of Tom Ford shoes in his arms. He knew the effect that he had on most women. Hell, he'd had more than than a few swoon at his feet, merely the whole throwing-upwardly matter was completely new. He had no idea what to do now with the unconscious woman whose weight he was supporting. Information technology wasn't as if he could just lay her on one of the nearby benches for someone else to detect—could he?

No, he discounted that choice, despite how appealing it sounded.

When he'd seen her staggering out the door, he should accept turned the other way and left her to be someone else's problem. He had walked out the doors of Danvers but steps behind her. Unremarkably he preferred tall blondes with the occasional redhead thrown in for diversity, so she wasn't his usual type. Even so, equally if drawn by some unseen force, he had found himself reaching out and touching her arm, wanting a glimpse of the face up that belonged to the enticing torso.

But he'd caught glimpses of the woman he followed downwardly the sidewalk in the hallways and foyer of the function many times in recent months. For some reason, she was always turning away by the time he became aware of her presence. He'd recognize her ass anywhere because that was the trunk part ordinarily facing him as she walked in the opposite management. She was petite but had curves in all of the correct places. Her long brown hair hung in loose waves that stopped just inches from her delectable behind. Today, she was wearing a black skirt that reached her knees, merely the slit in the middle had shown shapely thighs as she'd moved unsteadily. When she had lifted an arm, rubbing her cervix, the meridian she wore had edged up, revealing a hint of skin. She seemed to exist everywhere lately, and he was gear up to meet hi

due south mystery adult female so that he could move on.

Anything beyond that was doubtful. He didn't like to muddy the waters where he worked. That was not to say he'd never made an exception, but he tried not to.

When she'd jerked around to face him a few moments ago, he'd felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body. He wasn't a man decumbent to romantic foolishness, but there had been songs written to describe women like her. Wide optics close to violet in color. Plump pinkish lips that made a man'southward cock sit down up and take notice, and a flawless peaches-and-foam complexion that some paid millions for merely never achieved.

He had still been gaping at her as she'd assured him that she was fine earlier she further shocked him by vomiting and promptly passing out. She had been seconds away from her beautiful face coming together the unforgiving concrete when he'd caught her. As he stood with her lite weight in his artillery, a black Bentley sedan pulled to the curb. His commuter, Denny—who was besides his cousin on his mother's side of the family—got out of the car gawking equally if in disbelief of what he was seeing. As far as the employer/employee human relationship, theirs was very informal. They'd grown up together, and although Mark's family had money from the DeSanto side, Denny's did not. And then years ago Denny had proposed that he become Marker'due south driver and banana when Mark had taken over the family business, and it had worked well for both of them. Mark compensated Denny more than than probably anyone employed in a similar position, but he trusted him implicitly.

"I'm nigh agape to ask what you did to that girl, just if I'g going to become some kind of accompaniment, and so I estimate I demand to know." Denny sighed in resignation.

Walking toward his driver in shoes that sloshed with every footstep, Marker shook his head helplessly. "I take no thought. She was weaving equally she walked, and then she got sick and fainted."

Denny wrinkled upwardly his nose as the odour finally reached him. "Shouldn't we exercise something with her? I mean, practice you think she's drunkard?"

"How in the hell am I supposed to know?" he snapped. "I didn't olfactory property any alcohol, and it's barely midday. Besides, she just left Danvers, so it seems unlikely."

"And so we need to get a doctor. She obviously has something wrong with her," Denny pointed out.

Rolling his eyes, Mark said, "You think? Open the car door so I tin get her inside." Denny jogged alee and had the door ajar when Mark reached him. "Here, you're going to take to agree her for a minute. And so you lot can give her dorsum to me when I'yard inside."

Denny held his hands up, trying to back away. "She's got puke on her. Can't you but get in with her? There's no demand to ruin both of our clothes."

"Oh, for God'due south sake, Denny, I'll get you a new suit. Just accept her for one second." Marker couldn't believe how hard information technology was for ii men to juggle such a tiny woman. Finally, equally Denny gently handed her off to him and shut the door, Marker slumped against the leather seat with her curled confronting him. Since he had no idea of her name, he rubbed his paw along her leg equally he said, "Angel, open those eyes and expect at me and so I'll know yous're okay."

He continued to say variations of the same affair as Denny started driving. He had almost given upwards when she finally shifted in his arms.

Suddenly, the violet eyes that had absorbed him earlier were staring at him with an expression that was difficult to decipher. He was likewise stunned to react when she lifted her hand and stroked it down the side of his face. "Oh, Mark, it's you—can we please accept sex this time before I wake up?" No sooner had she finished the question than her head dropped back to his breast. If not for the soft snore that emitted from her mouth, he would have been checking her for a pulse.

He was chuckling at her words when information technology striking him. She'd called him past name. His angel wasn't deliriously asking for sex from a stranger. He had no idea who she was, but for the first fourth dimension in so very long, he was interested in knowing more than. This beauty seemed different from most of the women he'd met and with whom he had enjoyed a few hours of pleasure. As soon as she was conscious and coherent, he intended to observe out who she was.

She'd already accomplished something that no ane had in years.

Affiliate Two

Crystal rolled over in bed, wincing at the moving ridge of pain that one movement seemed to take acquired. The glow of the clock on the bedside table showed that it was four in the morning, which would explain why the room was still pitch-black. Her limbs were heavy with fatigue as she curled around a pillow—and then she froze. She sniffed once again just to make certain she hadn't imagined it—but no, her bedding smelled like a man. Considering she hadn't slept with anyone since her divorce, this was a very strange occurrence. Jerking upright, she fumbled on the bedside table for her lamp—but it wasn't within like shooting fish in a barrel reach every bit information technology should be. She stretched farther until, with a shriek, she was falling out of the bed.

She landed on the flooring with a thud and a jarring of limbs. Ouch. She couldn't remember her carpeted floor being this difficult and cold. What happened next convinced her that she must still be dreaming. Light suddenly filled the room and a man who looked a lot like Marker DeSanto stood looking down at her in concern.

Instead of screaming in terror, she began laughing hysterically. Couldn't she have just i hot sex dream? Maybe her riding Marker while he told her how perfect she was? Heck, she'd even be happy with a plain old missionary fantasy. But no, even in her dreams, she was bad-mannered and ever managed to embarrass herself. "Sorry about this," she mumbled to her dream Mark. "But let me get dorsum in bed and autumn asleep. If I'm lucky, you'll be back and nosotros'll effort this once again."

"Are you lot all right? Did you hit your head when you barbarous?" He sounded so real, his question caused her to pout. Her eyes widened as he squatted next to her.

Okay, this was officially freaky now. Dream Mark never talked this much. She quite liked this new development. He seemed so concerned for her. She decided to enjoy it while it lasted—or at least until she woke upwardly. "I'm too weak to stand up. Could you aid me?" That wasn't a complete prevarication, every bit her limbs were heavy, and she was sore already from the fall. Her breath hitched when he slid one arm under her knees and the other around her back earlier straightening with her in his muscular arms. "Wow, you odor good," she moaned equally she buried her face in the curve of his neck. When he didn't protestation, she took it one pace farther—and licked at the throbbing pulse she felt there with the tip of her tongue. He shuddered, freezing with her in his artillery.

Crystal felt like a kid in a processed store. Shouldn't she be awake by now? This felt so real. . . . And he smelled just similar her pillow. She was pondering her next motility when her tum cramped. "What—?" she murmured in defoliation. And then a wave of nausea rolled over her and she clamped a hand over her rima oris.

"Oh no, not again," dream Mark said, sounding panicked. He walked at a fast clip with her to the bathroom—just it definitely wasn't hers. This one was opulent, with gleaming marble double sinks, a huge shower, and a Jacuzzi bathtub big plenty to swim in. Crystal was even so gawking when he lowered her to her feet in front end of the toilet. He made no move to leave, though; instead, he kept a supporting hand on her dorsum. "How are yous feeling, Angel? Are you going to be sick?"

"Um—I don't know," she answered absently. "I think I just need to sit down here for a minute." He helped her down to the floor and then seated himself just inches away. She could merely stare at him since this whole dream was beginning to seem more like a walk into the twilight zone. Hesitantly, she reached out to touch his breast. She paused as she felt his center beating against the palm of her mitt. Jerking dorsum as if burned, she began to find little things like the fact that she was wearing what looked like a man'due south button-downwards shirt while Mark had on a pair of lounge pants and a T-shirt. When her eyes met his, she found him staring at her with equal parts concern and marvel. It was then that his final words really registered. "'Angel'?"

The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile as he said, "Well, when you appeared to fall from the sky into my artillery, I didn't know your name, so I just called yo

u what seemed to arrange you lot best. Of course, at present that I know who you are, I find that I still adopt 'Affections.' At that place'southward something so innocent about you."

"Oh, my God," she wheezed. "This isn't a dream? I'm actually here with you lot. How—why?" Looking effectually frantically, Crystal badly tried to remember what could have possibly brought her to Mark'south flat. Shit, why couldn't she recollect something as awe-inspiring equally being with Mark DeSanto? Then a horrifying thought occurred to her. "If we had sex, I'g going to kill myself!"

A laugh erupted from his rima oris, followed past a cough. "I must say, I've never had that reaction from a woman before."

She felt her face heating up every bit she imagined how he must take taken her comment. "No! Crap, that came out wrong. I but meant if nosotros slept together and I didn't think it, I'd exist then pissed off." When he raised a forehead in question, she quickly added, "You know, because I've been dreaming of doing that with you for so long—" At present he looked supremely tickled as she connected to ramble, which but made the situation worse. Putting a mitt over her face, she said from behind her palm, "Delight forget I said any of that. I'd just similar to know what I'1000 doing here."

Mark gave her an assessing look before proverb, "I'd rather talk about that somewhere other than the bathroom. Are you going to be sick?"

Thankfully, her bout of nausea seemed to take passed during their chat. "I—think I'm okay now."

Her growling stomach caused him to chuckle as he got to his anxiety and extended a paw to her. "Let'due south get find something to swallow. Y'all'll probably feel improve after that."

Not only was her body letting her know it needed food, simply her float was also making its presence known loud and clear. "I—er, could you wait outside for a minute?"

Looking adorably confused, he asked, "Why?"

Could the man not accept a hint? "I demand to utilise the bathroom," she mumbled, embarrassed to be having such a personal discussion with him.

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