If she didn't want to dream of him, then who did she want to dream of?

Bradley? Or Trevor? Or the man who had a baby with her?

A surge of anger coursed through Tyrone, his jaw clenching tightly. As he noticed Sabrina about to say something further, he leaned down, kissing her lips in a passionate, almost rough kiss.

A soft moan escaped Sabrina's lips in response.

The heated exchange of breath between them only stoked the flames of her inner heat, with her fingers clumsily tugging at her clothes in a bid for relief from the escalating temperature.