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the door hitting my ass on the way out, goodnight to all.”
                  JP thrust a hand toward Alexander Bly and said, “I’m JP Thomas and that idiot is Finnegan Hale, we live in the other two lofts, nice to meet you…”
                  “Alexander Bly,” he said flatly, grudgingly offering his hand.
                  “Ah, the man to whom the world owes a great debt for outstanding literary achievement,” JP said and then kissed Charlotte on the cheek and said goodnight.
    *
                  She picked up the drink Finn made for her, took a huge swallow, coughed and said, “I’m not going to ask how you found me, you’re a billionaire, your ‘ people ’ know everything. I do want to say that I’ve been up since dawn, I’ve worked for months on the case I won today, you’ve appeared like a ghost from my past and I’m beyond exhaustion.”
                  He stood with his arms folded as she talked and even as weary as she was, the volcano erupted in her stomach as she looked at him. He wore a perfectly cut tuxedo, his hair was smoothed back except for those disobedient strands that fell across his high forehead and a few lose waves. The tosseled hair made him look as if he’d just risen from bed and although his eyes were cold and his mouth was set in a hard line, he still looked like the fuck of the decade.
                  She really did just want to lead him up to her all white bed and let him turn her every way but loose. She sighed and motioned to the little bar set up in the dining room and told him to help himself as she walked to the sofa and curled up.
                  “I intend to help myself.” He said, following her and removing his jacket and bow tie, he hadn’t fixed himself a drink. He didn’t look at her as he loosened the top two buttons of his tuxedo shirt and picked up the remote to turn off the mindless racket. He sat at the other end of the sofa looking like living, breathing sex in his white shirt and suspenders. He dropped his cufflinks on the coffee table and rolled up his sleeves, then leaned toward her and pried the glass of vodka from her hand, took a drink and sat it down. He pulled her toward him and simply held her to him as he sat back.
    Charlotte’s head was against his chest and his heart thumped against her cheek. She could feel his huge erection but he made no move other than to smooth her hair and let her rest against him. She didn’t look up at him, but she said quietly, “I’m happy with my life, I don’t have room for complications.”
                    “I believe we want variations of the same thing,” he said, “I want to make you cum and watch your face while you do. I’ve pictured it in my head for years, your voice painted quite a picture when I called you that day after the photo shoot. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. You’ll please me, too, and once we start fucking you’ll beg me not to stop. Believe me Charlotte, I’m a man who gets what he wants.” 
                  She stood and looked down at him and an instant wave of desire made her dizzy. She wanted to lift his hand to her dampening panties so he would know what his presence did to her. At that moment she wanted Alexander Bly more than she’d ever wanted any man, her young heat for Jorgen had been nothing compared with this. The pulsing between her legs from being near him was insistent and indecent, she wanted to place his fingers on her pussy and cum quickly then let him push his huge cock into her. Just once, then she wanted him out of her life. Her career was all that mattered to her. Bly would be her first and only one night stand, period.
                  She handed him the glass of vodka and said, “Drink.” He took a swallow and she said firmly, “all of it.”
                  His eyes narrowed angrily for a minute, but he finished