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I light a candle and turn on some acoustic music to drown out any noise before settling in bed. My thoughts wander to all the things I need to do before I remember what I wanted to do in the first place.
I tug my sleep shirt over my head and toss my underwear before getting back into bed. This time, my thoughts drift to something far more dangerous.
Something forbidden for a hundred different reasons.
Callahan Kane.
The man hasn’t left my head since he stumbled back into my life, dragging me into the past I’ve spent years trying to forget.
Might as well take advantage of his proximity and use him to get off.
I shut my eyes and imagine Cal looming above me, his fingers dragging across my chest rather than my own. He takes his time to reacquaint himself with my body. Each gasp, sigh, and moan encourage him, and he teases one breast until I’m breathless and panting beneath him before moving on to the other.
My nail catches on the sharp peak, but I replace the image with Cal’s.
Heis the one teasing my body with his hands until I’m begging for release.
Heis the one angling the vibrator so the G-spot stimulator hits at the perfect angle.
Heis the one…Knocking on the door?!
My eyes fly open. I sit up and gasp as the vibration intensifies, making my eyes roll.
“Lana? Did you hear me?” Cal knocks harder.
I groan into a pillow as I pull the vibrator free and shut the button off.
“One minute,” I rasp, my voice coming out huskier than I would have liked.
His knocking stops.
Thank God.
I slide off the sheets. My legs feel like jelly as I search for my shirt. With a quick run through my hair, I crack the door open.
“What?”
His eyes scan my face. “I wanted to ask you a couple things about DreamStream.”
“Now?It’s nine p.m.”
He looks at me like I’m crazy. “And?”
“It’s late. Ask me tomorrow.” I push the door closed, but he presses his palm against the wood to block it from shutting.
“It’s late? Wait…” He sniffs. “Is that lavender?”
“Yeah. I lit a candle. So what?”
“You lit a candle?” he repeats. “You never light a candle unless—” His eyes widen with recognition. “Of course. The candle. The music. The…” He looks over my head at the panties on the floor. “A nice touch.”
My cheeks flush. I reach to shut the door, but his strength prevents it from closing.
“How do I score an invite?” His eyes dip, the heat of his gaze burning a path down my body. With the way he looks at me, I’m afraid I might catch on fire.
The warmth in my belly from earlier comes back with a vengeance. “You don’t. Now go away.” I push against the door again, but his hold remains strong, preventing it from moving a single centimeter.
“Let me make you feel good.Please,”he rasps.
