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well, since Charlie wore it almost every day. “Great idea.”
    Charlie nuzzled her ear.
    “See you on Monday,” Henry said. “I’m looking forward to it.”
    “Me too. See you Monday.” And they hung up.
    “Charlie—” She began to chastise him instantly, but he hushed her.
    “Shhh, beautiful. Don’t say a word. Just…feel.”
    “But I was talking to him . Henry.”
    “Yeah, I know who you were talking to.”
    “This was your idea, not mine. What are you doing, finger-fucking me while I spoke to him?”
    “Reminding you that you’re not just a brilliant brain. You’re a sensual, beautiful woman who drives me insane with wanting you. You’ll drive Henry insane as well. I promise.”
    “You’re the one driving me insane,” she grumbled as his finger glided inside her and out again, sweetly, relentlessly. But there was no fight in her, just delicious sensation.
    “Shh, Sar. Close your eyes, relax back against me and feel. No more talking.”
    How could she do anything but comply? Her eyelids slid shut and she let Charlie work his magic. She couldn’t talk, could breathe, couldn’t think…didn’t want to. Not when such delectable sensation poured over her, poured through her.
    Gone was the urgency of earlier. The desperate urge to have him inside, to feel him slamming into her as deep as he could get. This was all she needed now, the soft, soothing caresses, the exquisite tenderness, the sensual build and endless quiver of release as her climax took her.
    Not a wild explosion like before. This was more like a wonderful, gentle wave of relief. One that seemed to go on interminably, leaving her breathless and boneless.
    And when it ended, Charlie pulled her tight into his arms, kissed her on the forehead, and the two of them drifted back into sleep, neither of them stirring until the next morning.
     
     
    Charlie was right. Sarah and Henry had heaps in common, and they spent hours at the café the next Monday evening chatting. For once, Sarah didn’t feel like she was boring a man to tears about her work.
    Henry was so fascinated with genetics, she found herself talking at length about her job and the research she was involved in, developing more effective chemotherapy treatments by establishing how various biochemical agents act on tumor cell DNA. The conversation was easy as Henry asked loads of questions. And when it was Sarah’s turn to ask about Henry’s work, he regaled her with stories about his experiences as an accountant working for a software company.
    She’d expected him to be dry and boring—maybe because she saw herself as dry and boring, and if Charlie thought she and Henry would hit it off, it was because he had to be similar to her.
    He wasn’t at all. He was funny and talkative and Sarah enjoyed herself immensely.
    She was quick to agree to meeting with him again sometime soon, simply because she liked his company so much.
    There were, however, no fireworks. Her heart didn’t pound erratically when she met him. Nor did it increase in tempo as the evening continued. But she had a blast with him and thought she and Henry would make great friends.
    Charlie had done good, and when she got home, she knocked on his door to tell him as much.
    He pounced the instant she walked inside. Her clothes were stripped from her body before she managed to utter a simple hello.
    So stunned was she by Charlie’s silent demands on her body—Charlie usually never stopped talking while they had sex—it took her a couple of minutes to find her voice.
    Her gorgeous, blond-haired, blue-eyed surfer dude hadn’t been himself of late.
    Yes, they visited each other for booty calls, and yes, they made no pretense it was anything more. But the last few days had found Charlie visiting her every evening—regardless of what time Sarah came home. And more than that, he spent the nights with her too. They slept together, as in closed their eyes and fell asleep slept .
    He’d even cooked her breakfast this