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throat.
    "According to this, you went out of this house today in that excuse for a skirt wearing no panties. Is that correct?"
    Her cheeks burned and her heart made a heroic attempt to escape from her throat as her fingernails dug deep into the palms of her hands.
    Oh God.
    Why had she listened to all those ideas and little challenges Eleanor had given her to, 'Loosen up her sexual inhibitions,' and she'd also told Charlotte that all men liked their wives to, 'Act like a filthy whore in the bedroom and a lady in public.'
    Looking at the way James was watching her now, Charlotte wasn't sure the advice was wise. And she was also beginning to realize that maybe the strangely rich red wine Eleanor had plied her with every time they met might have loosened her tongue too much and made her indiscreet. She'd no idea how it had happened, but she'd found herself sharing intimate details of their love life. Now she wondered if she'd been wise to do so. What loving wife talked openly to a virtual stranger about her marriage?
    Abruptly, the truth hit her that she'd been incredibly disloyal to the man she loved.
    "Yes, but...," she whispered.
    Those deep blue eyes went wide now, his voice went low and silky as he interrupted her,
    "I know why you did it, since it’s all written down right here in black and white. You wanted a little excitement, to get turned on, to see what it felt like to drive in the car, shop in the supermarket, have coffee with friends all the while knowing you were naked under your skirt. But if I find out another man has looked at what is mine , Charlie, you’re going to be very, very sorry."
    Her gasp of shock and frantic shaking of her head had him narrow his eyes in a way that thrilled her. She’d never seen him like this, dominant and furiously masterful.
    Arousal made her voice too high, "No! It wasn’t like that. It was..."
    He silenced her with a searing look, picked up her journal and flicked to the first page.
    "You know I have a great responsibility to the company my father founded. You knew that when you married me. I am sorry if you've felt... neglected."
    She opened her mouth to refute his words that she felt neglected and then realized she'd written her feelings, all her feelings, in the book he now held in his hand. What was the point of lying?
    "Just so you know," he continued in that determined tone. "I own your orgasms. Me. No one else. Ever."
    Her heart was going crazy in her chest as heat scorched her neck, her cheeks.
    "But..."
    "You gonna argue about that?"
    "No! No, you don't understand. I don't have anyone else."
    "You masturbate, a lot. Don't you?"
    Her throat was as dry as the desert.
    His brows rose.
    She'd written about pleasuring herself hadn't she?
    In the little book.
    The little book he held in his hand.
    "Sometimes," she whispered, mortified.
    "And you want to buy sex-toys?"
    She blinked, remembering her recent purchase. Battery operated. The purchase she held in her sweaty hand. ‘Satisfaction guaranteed.’
    Shitty, shit, shit.
    "Well, actually, I've just bought..."
    His eyes moved from the fancy paper bag in her hand to her face.
    His vividly blue eyes went almost black.
    "I own your orgasms. You don't do it by your own hand. And a machine won't do it to you either. Clear?"
    She took a deep shuddering breath.
    "Clear."
     
    She recognized that ruthless expression on his gorgeous face.
    Oh no, he was going into relentless lawyer mode.
     
    James totally ignored his wife's little whimper of desperation.
    Yes, his ego had taken a hit.
    However, he couldn't blame her for feeling a little bit let down. Their recent sex life hadn't been great.
    Hell, he was disappointed in it himself.
    But he'd had to work very hard to keep complete control of his vampyre.
    Twice the beast had nearly risen to take control.
    Now he realized that by not giving his all when they made love, Charlotte had thought he no longer desired her, which was totally insane. But he could hardly blame her, could