The same dream keeps haunting me night after night. I always wake up at the exact moment Giselle’s tightness wraps around me like a glove, leaving me with a painful erection that I can only ease under a freezing cold shower.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and lean back in my chair, closing my eyes, exhausted from all the nights that damn dream—or nightmare, or fantasy, or whatever the hell it is—keeps waking me up. Whatever it is, it’s wrecking my performance at work.

“I’m going ...