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morning silence on the street provided the perfect backdrop to get lost in that place between reality and fantasy. She closed her eyes, detached from her body as her fingertips circled her nipples, stimulating them to grow stiff and rigid. But in her dreamlike state, she imagined Alex’s naked, dark-skinned body looming over her, his erection spearing her belly.
    A light pinch, then harder, and harder still, twisting and squeezing. He cupped her full breast and lifted it, dipping his head to take her into his mouth and delicately flick his tongue over her peaked nipple before he bit the tip, causing sparks to shoot to her already wet pussy.
    She winced from the glorious, needle-like pain surging through her as she released her engorged nipple from her mouth. A quick breath, followed by a satisfied whimper, escaped her lips. She had suckled herself often―one benefit of breasts her size―but never before had another person controlled her fantasy in such a clear vision. She moved to the forgotten breast, taking the nipple aggressively as her growing need beckoned to the throbbing fire below.
    She slid her free hand down the silk of her gown, over her flat belly, found the hem, and raised it to slip her fingers under the ridge of her panties into her swollen lips. One finger, then two, deep inside, massaging the walls of her vagina as her thumb rubbed her mons. The tension built within her. She spread her slick juices, slowly rubbing, filling her aching desire.
    Her hips rolled to the rhythm of her contractions, and she lifted them up off the bed as a new stream of liquid surged from her opening.
    Legs stretched taut.
    Back arched.
    Heart pulsing in a frantic, primitive beat.
    Breath in short puffs.
    Convulsions cresting in waves, one after the other, taking her to a distant place. Alex straddled over her. She saw him as she had in her haunting dreams, his hand hot between her thighs before he slid his delicious cock into her.
    Gasping, she buried her head deep into her pillow as her trembling continued for a few moments more before subsiding. She lay still for a long while, catching her breath. Now, fully awake, she faced the truth that she lay alone in her bed, her damp hand resting on her tender, contented mound. The image of Alex Andros a wisp of memory.
    She wanted to go back to sleep because her dreams were better than reality.
    “Dammit, Charlotte,” she said aloud. “What’s wrong with you? How can you be celibate when you keep thinking about men? A specific man. Enough of this!”
    She threw back the covers. If nothing else, the last ten minutes proved she needed only to picture a man to satisfy herself. She possessed all the equipment to go it alone. And in all modesty, she wasn’t half bad at filling her physical needs.
    Then she thought of Jack, and her skin crawled. He could ruin her. Alex said he’d take care of the problem and call her this morning. Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe Jack wouldn’t give up the photos. And if he didn’t want to give them up, how could Alex make him?
    She’d make herself crazy thinking about this. She got out of bed, brushed her teeth, and prepared a good breakfast. First a glass of orange juice to take her vitamins; then she scrambled some eggs and ate them with raisin toast and coffee. In the middle of tidying the kitchen, the buzzer rang. The clock in the kitchen said 8:45. Would Alex come over here without calling? Jack? She froze at the thought.
    One way to find out. She pressed the intercom. The locksmith Alex sent to change her locks answered. In the midst of her self-satisfying sexcapade, she’d totally forgotten. She quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. It took a little more than two hours to change both the street and house locks and wire an alarm system and keypad. He left, claiming the bill had already been paid.
    How nice, she thought, but it was almost eleven, and Alex still hadn’t called. She could call him, but he said he’d call her. He probably