On Monday morning, Nick couldn't focus. He sat across from Mary, eating breakfast. But all he could think about was the hard-on he still had from his dreams about her. And there she was, right in front of him. Her silky robe was half-open, giving him a peek at her chest as she reached for a piece of toast. Nick took a sip of his coffee, trying to ignore the constant pressure in his trousers. Mary's delicate fingers brushe...