constant effort to put them to the back of her mind. She had found it difficult to recover once she awoke the next morning. To her frustration, she remained in a constant state of arousal; her body ached for her dream lover throughout the day.
There was just one detail about all of her dreams that she hadn’t quite been able to understand. Although her masterful Highlander always gifted her with mind-reeling orgasms, not once had he ever consummated the act and joined his body with hers. His hands were blissful tools of delicious pleasure; his mouth drove her insane. But not once had he claimed full possession and consummated the deal.
Was this some kind of Freudian sign? Did she think herself too plain to deserve the full attentions of such a magnificent man? Had her parents’ constant belittling while she was a child managed to damage her psyche so much that she couldn’t even finish out an erotic dream?
Nessa fanned her burning cheeks and swiped her hair out of her eyes. “I have got to get my mind on something else or I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
Topping the last outcropping of grass-covered stones before arriving back at the archeological site, Nessa succeeded in pushing her lusty dreams to the back of her mind.
She smiled proudly as she watched her troupe of devoted grad students brushing soil away from bits and pieces of odd-shaped shards. This was absolute heaven. She’d waited for approval on this grant for years. Studied and catalogued before, the sites weren’t new digs, but Nessa knew there was more to be found. It tingled, like a sixth sense tapping at the base of her brain and her instincts were never wrong. There were several promising corded off areas scattered across the site. The Bronze Age burial cairns and hut circles of Durness were more precious to her then a diamond mine littered with gold.
Trish met Nessa up on the hillside and handed her a mug of coffee. Nessa accepted it with a smile of thanks as she shivered in the chill of the early evening breeze. Trish took good care of her, from best friend to paperwork to the best coffee anywhere in the world. What more could a girl ask for?
Trish motioned toward two of the students and leaned close to Nessa and whispered, “James and Lyla have recommended a pub for us to try. I think they’re hoping for extra credit.”
Her attention turned to the two students Trish had indicated. Nessa studied them through the steam coming off her coffee as she sipped at the dark warming brew. “If they’d pay as much attention to their papers as they pay to each other, they’d both have completed their theses by now. In fact, as bright as those two are, they’d be well on their way to being published in this field as well as a couple of others.”
Trish tsk-tskedNessa with an arched brow as she adopted a chiding school marm tone. “There’s more to life then degrees and titles, my friend. One of these days you’re going to realize that, Dr. Buchanan.”
Grabbing Nessa by the sleeve, Trish urged her toward the large weather-stained tent serving as their central office. “Come on. It’s time to call it a day. It’s Friday and high time we found a little nightlife around here.”
Holding her mug to keep it from sloshing, Nessa hurried along beside Trish. “So, I take it we’re going to try this highly recommended pub? Did you happen to get them to write down the directions?” If Trish was going to drag her out on the town, then Nessa had to give her a little grief about always getting lost.
Trish shut down the computers and scooped loose papers into awaiting trays. “Yep, it’s time for a little relaxation. Both of us are way overdue for some down time. Several of your more devoted followers are spending the weekend at the site. So, you and I don’t have a thing to worry about. We can actually enjoy a few days of civilization in real beds at the inn. And they even have running water and flush toilets !”
Grabbing her backpack,
There was just one detail about all of her dreams that she hadn’t quite been able to understand. Although her masterful Highlander always gifted her with mind-reeling orgasms, not once had he ever consummated the act and joined his body with hers. His hands were blissful tools of delicious pleasure; his mouth drove her insane. But not once had he claimed full possession and consummated the deal.
Was this some kind of Freudian sign? Did she think herself too plain to deserve the full attentions of such a magnificent man? Had her parents’ constant belittling while she was a child managed to damage her psyche so much that she couldn’t even finish out an erotic dream?
Nessa fanned her burning cheeks and swiped her hair out of her eyes. “I have got to get my mind on something else or I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
Topping the last outcropping of grass-covered stones before arriving back at the archeological site, Nessa succeeded in pushing her lusty dreams to the back of her mind.
She smiled proudly as she watched her troupe of devoted grad students brushing soil away from bits and pieces of odd-shaped shards. This was absolute heaven. She’d waited for approval on this grant for years. Studied and catalogued before, the sites weren’t new digs, but Nessa knew there was more to be found. It tingled, like a sixth sense tapping at the base of her brain and her instincts were never wrong. There were several promising corded off areas scattered across the site. The Bronze Age burial cairns and hut circles of Durness were more precious to her then a diamond mine littered with gold.
Trish met Nessa up on the hillside and handed her a mug of coffee. Nessa accepted it with a smile of thanks as she shivered in the chill of the early evening breeze. Trish took good care of her, from best friend to paperwork to the best coffee anywhere in the world. What more could a girl ask for?
Trish motioned toward two of the students and leaned close to Nessa and whispered, “James and Lyla have recommended a pub for us to try. I think they’re hoping for extra credit.”
Her attention turned to the two students Trish had indicated. Nessa studied them through the steam coming off her coffee as she sipped at the dark warming brew. “If they’d pay as much attention to their papers as they pay to each other, they’d both have completed their theses by now. In fact, as bright as those two are, they’d be well on their way to being published in this field as well as a couple of others.”
Trish tsk-tskedNessa with an arched brow as she adopted a chiding school marm tone. “There’s more to life then degrees and titles, my friend. One of these days you’re going to realize that, Dr. Buchanan.”
Grabbing Nessa by the sleeve, Trish urged her toward the large weather-stained tent serving as their central office. “Come on. It’s time to call it a day. It’s Friday and high time we found a little nightlife around here.”
Holding her mug to keep it from sloshing, Nessa hurried along beside Trish. “So, I take it we’re going to try this highly recommended pub? Did you happen to get them to write down the directions?” If Trish was going to drag her out on the town, then Nessa had to give her a little grief about always getting lost.
Trish shut down the computers and scooped loose papers into awaiting trays. “Yep, it’s time for a little relaxation. Both of us are way overdue for some down time. Several of your more devoted followers are spending the weekend at the site. So, you and I don’t have a thing to worry about. We can actually enjoy a few days of civilization in real beds at the inn. And they even have running water and flush toilets !”
Grabbing her backpack,
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