"Do you want me to let you go?"

She stared at the fingers wrapped around her wrist, no idea what the soft pulse beneath her skin was doing to him, no idea what he could do to her if he let his true desires take hold.

Silence descended, the only sounds her sharp intake of breath and the steady thrum of that pulse, beckoning him closer. Teasing him. Tormenting him.

"It�s a simple question, Charlotte." He released her wrist and took her face between his hands, her silky hair tickling his fingers. It was impossible not to imagine pulling on that hair while he fucked her mouth, sliding into the back of her throat as she sucked him in deep, a fantasy he�d lived out a hundred times since last night. He�d still tasted her on his skin this morning, on his lips, on his fingers, and all he could think about was stripping her bare and plundering her until they both collapsed from exhausted pleasure.

He thought he�d never see her again.

And now, standing so close to the woman of his fantasies he could almost taste her, he looked deep into her eyes, whispering one last time against those luscious, rose-colored lips. "Yes, or no?"

Yes, or no?

After a picnic dinner of cheese fries and vanilla shakes, Charley lounged on a blanket in Bryant Park with Sasha, alternately watching the movie and wondering if she�d done the right thing.

In the hours since she�d run into Dorian at the museum, she�d gone from yes, to no, to hell no, and was currently hovering around "worst mistake of her life" territory. But the moment her phone lit up with a text from her newest contact, that "hell no" turned into a "holy orgasmic yes" in a heartbeat.

Miss me, love?

I�ve been keeping myself occupied, she replied.

Literally or figuratively?

Use your imagination.

I�m sitting at home doing just that. Where are you?

On a date. Go away.

You�re on a date, but you�re texting me?

YOU�RE texting ME.

And yet�

Charley bit back a smile. You�re impossible!

I must�ve made quite a second impression if you�re still ignoring your date for me.

I�m not ignoring her! But for the record, my sister would think you�re a total creep.

What kind of creep buys a girl a jumbo hot dog on their first date?

Hot dogs are the creepy man�s trademark. And that wasn�t our first date. More like #4.

I see you�ve given our relationship a lot of thought.

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