Grace’s POV

I woke up with a sharp gasp, my body trembling, burning hot, my heart slamming against my ribs. My skin felt too tight, like I was going to burst from the heat inside me. I was aching and… wet. The kind of wet that shouldn’t be possible for a virgin.

I barely had time to process it before the memory of the dream hit me in flashes. It was dark, raw, dominant. It had involved Hunter. Oh god.

But not the composed and unreadable Hunter I saw at work. Not the man who sat across ...