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stretched, rolling his chest along her back until it was pressed taut against her. He stretched his legs too.
    “Charlie seemed to think you and I had heaps in common. He insisted I give you a call.”
    “He told me that too.”
    The man in question relaxed again, curling back around her. His arm caught her around her waist and he dipped his hand low, brushing it over her belly.
    “Did I get you at a bad time?” Henry asked. “You’re talking very quietly.”
    “No, no. Not at all.” Sarah cleared her throat. “I, er, I was watching telly and must have dozed off.” What else could she say? That Charlie was holding her deliciously in his embrace after a wicked session of hot sex?
    “I woke you?” Henry sounded contrite. “I’m sorry.”
    She checked her bedside clock. 9:07 p.m. “Not your fault,” she reassured him. “It was a long day at work.”
    Charlie’s hand brushed even lower, finding the sensitive skin of her almost hairless mound. The breath left Sarah’s lungs in a whoosh.
    “Should I call back tomorrow?” Henry asked.
    “No, please. I’m just…yawning.”
    She grabbed at Charlie’s hand with her free one, but he simply batted it away and let his fingers explore lower still, finding her clit.
    She jerked against him, and Charlie let out a soft, breathy chuckle. Gently as could possibly be, he caressed her nub.
    Sarah twisted her head to glare at him. “I’m on the phone,” she mouthed in silence.
    “I know,” he mouthed back and kept on caressing, tilting his head towards the phone. “Concentrate.”
    “No worries,” Henry said. “I’ll be quick. How would you like to meet up with me? Maybe dinner over the weekend.”
    “That…that sounds lovely.” That felt lovely. Charlie’s finger soothed over her clit, his touch gentle and enticing. Exciting. “But I can’t this weekend. I have a couple of previous arrangements.” Charlie’s earlier suggestion rang in her ears. “How about Monday evening rather? I’m working late again, but we could meet for coffee after? Around eight thirtyish?” She dropped her head on Charlie’s shoulder as pleasure washed through her, warmth seeping from her groin, through to her belly and into all four limbs.
    He snuggled in closer, stroking her a little more firmly.
    Charlie the snuggler. She liked it.
    “Coffee sounds good. Where would you like to meet?”
    “Does Bondi suit you?” Sarah had to struggle to regulate her breathing. The last thing she needed was for Henry to hear her panting through the phone.
    God, what was Charlie doing? Thinking? And why wasn’t she trying to stop him?
    “Bondi is perfect.” He mentioned the name of a café on Hall Street. “Eight forty-five good for you?”
    “Sure is. Think I might have to have the chocolate mud cake there. It’s the best.” Sarah bent her leg, giving Charlie easier access. His movements were gentle but firm, and Sarah began to tremble. Usually she needed a lot more direct pressure before she started the climb to orgasm, but there was something about talking to another man on the phone while Charlie touched her that took her to new heights of arousal.
    It was the most erotic, wanton thing he’d ever done…and he’d done some pretty erotic stuff with her.
    Henry chuckled. “Maybe we’ll share one. I love it too. So, see you next week?”
    “See you next week.” Sarah smiled. Henry sounded nice.
    Charlie took advantage of her new position and slid his finger over her now slick folds.
    “Wait,” Sarah gasped, half-speaking to Charlie, begging him to hold off until she at least finished her call and half-speaking to Henry before he hung up. “How will I know who you are?”
    Charlie slid the finger inside her.
    “Oh, good question.” Henry paused. “How about I wear the cap I bought from Charlie when I took surf lessons from him? It has the Bondi Surf logo in front. Instant recognition.”
    Sarah laughed—a little too breathlessly for her own liking. She knew the logo