Sinful Desire

“Oh yeah. They’re lining up in droves for a piece of me,” he said with a wink.

Piece of me. Her mind flashed back to a few nights ago at Aria, and to the commanding way Ryan Whoever He Was had controlled her pleasure backstage. A frisson of longing raced through her. She craved his touch again.

“Hello? Did you just drift off to la-la land?” Holden asked, waving his hand in front of her.

She blinked, and grinned, caught in the act of remembering a hot encounter. “I did. Because I met someone the other night, and we had a fantastic time.”

Holden patted the piano bench. “Sit. Tell me everything.”

Sophie sat on the bench and recounted the details. Not all of them. Not the particularly naughty ones. But the tidbits about how they met, and how he showed up at the gala, and how she barely knew anything about him.

“Which I like,” she added. Perhaps she liked it so much because it was the opposite of her experience. She’d known everything about Holden, she’d gone in with her eyes wide open, and they hadn’t worked out.

She knew virtually nothing of Ryan. Maybe the change was what she needed. To go into this thing blindfolded.

Wait. Add that to the list of things she wanted to try. Blindfold.

“Be careful,” Holden said in warning. “He could be anyone.”

“That’s why it’s fun.”

“That’s also why it’s dangerous.”

She nodded. “I know. I like danger.”

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt,” he said, patting her knee.

“It’s only fun and games. I’m not interested in anything more. In fact, I hope I never learn his last name,” she said as she crossed her legs and kicked a foot back and forth, demonstrating how completely content she’d be in that scenario.

Even though, truth be told, she was terribly curious about the man behind the orgasm.





Chapter Seven


So many sartorial choices.

On the one hand, this sun-yellow dress hugged her hips quite nicely.

On the other hand, the red one with the tiny white polka dots did offer a nice little cleavage peek-a-boo.

As Sophie tapped her finger against her lips, weighing the options for tonight in her perfectly organized, neatly arranged, color-coordinated closet, her phone buzzed from the back pocket of her capris. She was at home, so jeans were acceptable.

She grabbed it and spotted an envelope icon popping up at the top of the screen. Probably nothing that needed her attention now, midday Sunday, especially, since she had a whole sea of clothes to consider in the middle of her walk-in closet, which was something of a sanctuary in her home.

Because…walk-in closet.

Complete with carpeting and ample shelves for shoes.

Enough said.

Absently, she ran her thumb across the screen, noticing the time as she scrolled. Seven more hours until her date. Four hundred and twenty minutes. Twenty-five thousand and two hundred seconds.

Whoa.

Was that her date’s name in her email?

Perhaps this email warranted her undivided attention after all. As she opened it, her belly flipped, her body lighting up simply from the intoxicating memory of his backstage skills.

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

date: July 14, 11:58 AM

subject: Question

Are you afraid of heights?

A grin spread quickly across her face. She hadn’t expected to hear from him until she saw him this evening. He must have found her email address on her Facebook profile. She liked that he’d been hunting for her. She liked it a lot.

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

date: July 14, 12:01 PM

subject: Lovely to hear from you too…

No. Should I be? Are you, say, taking me to the moon?

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

date: July 14, 12:08 PM

subject: I couldn’t wait ’til tonight…

I will indeed be taking you on that kind of a trip.

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

date: July 14, 12:10 PM

subject: Glad to hear you’re counting down the hours…

How can you be so confident?

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

date: July 14, 12:14 PM

subject: Six hours, forty-six minutes

Because I’ve already taken you there.

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

date: July 14, 12:19 PM

subject: Wait. I know what you have in mind.

Admit it. We’re going for a hot air balloon ride over the Strip, right?

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

date: July 14, 12:21 PM

subject: Nice guess, but…

Or maybe I plan to take you on the rollercoaster at New York, New York.

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

date: July 14, 12:25 PM

subject: Flaw in that plan

Then why are we meeting at Caesar’s?

from: [email protected]

to: [email protected]

date: July 14, 12:31 PM

subject: The plan for tonight is perfect.

To throw you off the scent of my plan. Because I suspect you like surprises. And rollercoasters, too.

from: [email protected]