Seconds later her phone vibrated with a call. DORIAN REDTHORNE flashed on her screen, and the angel on her shoulder shouted a firm warning.

Don�t fucking answer it. Hit ignore, delete his number, block him, erase him from your mind�

But in the end, the devil won out, and Charley hit the answer button, a grin spreading on her face. "Good evening, Mr. Redthorne."

"Yes," the man said firmly.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I would like to know. I would very much like to know if you�re in bed alone."

"I am," she admitted. "Unfortunately. And before you get your hopes up about what I�m wearing, it�s just boxer shorts and an old T-shirt from�"

"Take them off. Now."

The command, so firm and delicious after all their earlier jokes, made her instantly hot. She set the phone on the bed and stripped off every last scrap of fabric. She thought about closing the blinds, but decided against it, her body basking in the glow from the neighboring towers. With her bedroom lights turned off, no one could see inside, but the thought that someone might be watching anyway sent a forbidding thrill to her core.

Charley grabbed the phone. "Okay. I�m here."

"Are you naked?"

She lay back on her bed, stretched out over the top of her soft down comforter, grateful that Sasha�s room was on the other side of the penthouse. "Naked and alone on this huge king bed, and I�m very, very wet."

"Bloody hell," Dorian said. "Do you have any idea what I�d do to you if I were there right now?"

"I�m a little hazy on the details." Charley was playing with serious fire, but she couldn�t stop. It wasn�t just the museum run-in; she hadn�t stopped thinking about Dorian for more than five minutes since she�d first seen him in the Salvatore lobby. After that, he�d rescued her from that Duchanes dickweed, bought her drinks, made her laugh, touched her in ways that no other man had ever dared, and saved her from a mugging in Central Park.

Just seeing his name light up her phone made Charley ache with a desire that pulsed hot through her veins.

Now, Charley�s fantasies would never let her be free of him.

She didn�t want to be free of him.

"Tell me," she whispered, her hand trailing over her belly, down to the smooth mound below. She stroked a finger lightly over her clit, shocked at how wet she really was. "Tell me what you�d do to me if you were here right now."

He groaned in her ear, a deep vibration that made her stomach flip.

"Are you touching yourself?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Did you touch yourself last night, all alone in that great big bed without me?"

"Yes," Charley moaned, her fingers slipping inside. "I thought of you, your face buried between my thighs, fucking me with your dirty mouth."

"I�d tie you to the bed first, though, good and tight. Then I�d lick every inch of your flesh, sucking and tasting until I had my fill, until you were writhing on the bed, begging me to let you come. Would you like that, Charlotte?"

"So much," Charley breathed. She stroked herself, slipping her fingers in and out of her pussy as she pictured his face, his lips, imagining him sucking her nipples, licking a hot path down her belly. "You have no idea." JrNovels.com