Roco let out a soft sleepy yip, wagging his tail. Al had set him up with a small doggie bed in a corner of the living room where, amazingly enough, Roco seemed content to stay. Maybe the house and its staff intimidated even her incorrigible dog. Sophia bit her lower lip. She hoped the bed was something that the family had used for a previous pet, but it looked brand new.
“This is all entirely too generous, isn’t it?” she said to Roco as she undid the clasp on the choker. She stared at the gorgeous piece. Dane had been upset at seeing her at the charity event, but the pearls had somehow tipped him over the edge. She palmed the cool strands and studied them. There were small initials, S J P, on one of the platinum links in front.
The P must have stood for Pryce, but she didn’t know what the S was for. She was certain it wasn’t Salazar.
Another mystery about Dane, but she didn’t dare ask anyone directly. As nice as Salazar was, she’d sensed tension between him and Dane. He’d want to know why she was curious, and she didn’t want to tell him about Dane’s reaction to the choker. Al was out of the question. Even though she was certain he knew, he was loyal to Salazar. She didn’t want to put him in an awkward situation or make him think she was being nosy. He probably didn’t know the history between her and Dane, and she didn’t want to have to tell him.
Shaking her head, she put the choker into an ornate white jewelry box on the vanity. Her instincts had been right. Staying at Salazar’s house was a mistake. Thank god it was temporary.
She took off her dress and hung it in the huge walk-in closet. The housekeeper hadn’t just unpacked her things. Everything was laundered and pressed.
Sophia tossed her panties into the laundry basket and threw herself on the bed. Her skin was so sensitized even the five hundred thread-count sheets felt coarse. Sexual frustration simmered as she lay in the dark, unable to sleep. At this rate, she might never get any rest.
But why suffer when she could take the matter into her own hands…literally?
She moved her hands over her body, cupping her small breasts. Closing her eyes, she tweaked her nipples, gasped as pleasure rippled outward. Slowly she dragged one hand down until it hit the flesh between her legs. She stroked her moist folds. A warm tingling sensation curled in her belly and spread to her limbs, but it wasn’t enough to get her off. She needed something more.
Her mind focused on Dane. The spicy scent of him, the heady taste of him mingled with a hint of champagne. He’d been incredibly magnetic three years ago. He was more dangerous now but at the same time more thrilling and irresistible. His unpredictable actions made her unable to gauge him, and she couldn’t fully figure out what he wanted with her.
He wants your body for sure. He was rock hard against you.
She held her breast in her hand the way he’d held it—firm and confident with just the right amount of pressure. Her thumb brushed over the tip, then she rolled the tight peak between her fingers. A moan rose up in her throat, and she swallowed it.
She remembered how his hand had felt between her legs earlier. He’d teased her, running his knuckles along her clit and folds as though he was waking her senses, readying them for the ecstasy only he could give. She did the same to herself now, even though her senses were already quivering, ready to go.
Tell me what you want, he’d demanded as he dipped his finger in and out of her, the penetration shallow and frustrating but also unbelievably pleasurable.
She’d wanted him to plunge his fingers into her, fuck her with his hand in the garden, even though anybody could’ve walked in and discovered them in the compromising position. Then, as her orgasm built, she’d bury her face against his neck and scream against his bare skin. It would muffle the sound, but he’d know how hot she was from the strong vibration, the desperate, rough breathing.
Her fingers thrust in and out of her, her pelvis moving in sync. She was so close, so close.
She imagined Dane driving into her, his thick length unforgiving and relentless, his hips grinding against hers and bumping into her clit—
Her pleasure crested and she bit her lower lip, arching her back, trying not to make any sound.
By the time her breathing returned to normal, her body felt like warm wax, soft and pliant. Just as she was about to drift off, the memory of the blonde slipped into her mind. Sophia scowled. Dane had undoubtedly gone home with his date. By now they were probably done screwing each other’s brains out.
Damn it.
Bitterness tightened her muscles, and Sophia let out a frustrated growl. So what if she’d been pathetic enough to masturbate to a man who didn’t want her anymore? Given how badly her life had gone in the last few months, this was nothing. There was no physical danger. Nobody had to know but her, so there wasn’t even public humiliation. People masturbated to improbable fantasies all the time.