THE RING OF HER cell phone dragged Charlotte Caissie from a very delicious dream. She scowled, trying to ignore the unwelcome summons intruding into her private world.Go away. Leave a message.
Finally the ringing stopped.Concentrate.
The breath sighed from her as she was skillfully coaxed back into the moment.Oh, that’s it, baby. Right there. That’s the spot.
Chills of sensation skimmed across her flushed skin—and the phone began to ring again with shrill impatience. While her flesh was more than willing to ignore it, her well-trained mind was...