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rested my head back against the sofa cushions, my left knee bobbing up and down like a crack addict jones-ing for his next fix. Closing my eyes, I tried to think of things that wouldn’t lead me back to Gwen. The problem was, I’d become so immersed in her world that no matter what stray thoughts popped into my head, they all led me back to the woman down the hall. Whatever was wrong with me, I didn’t like it.

I STOOD IN a large open room, the floor hard tile beneath my feet. A cavernous stone fireplace took up one wall, its mouth large enough for someone to walk through. Flames licked against the brick, hissing and popping as it illuminated the space in warmth. Something tickled my feet, and when I looked down; I found thin wisps of fog twining around my ankles like playful fingers. The soft rasp of a man’s chuckle brought my attention back to the room. A beautiful man stood near the fireplace, his hair as black as coal. Little strands fell across his azure eyes. Though not menacing, I noticed the intensity of his gaze. He watched me knowingly, the way only a man who has experienced a woman could. His stare cemented me to the floor, entrapping me in his seductive allure. Who was he, and why did he seem so familiar?
    In the time it took me to blink, the man was behind me. His fingers curled around my shoulders, cool and strong. He drew my hair to the side to reveal my bare neck, trailing his nose up the length as he inhaled me. My eyelids fell closed slow and heavy as I tilted my head in the opposite direction to give him all the access he needed. The man was an unmovable barrier at my back, supporting my weight as I sagged against him.
    When his lips made contact with my throat, a shudder skipped its way through my body. Energy unlike anything I’d ever felt poked and prodded against every inch of exposed skin. A need stronger than I thought possible overpowered all rational thought until I was near panting for this beautiful stranger. His large hand came around my waist and slid across my stomach. He squeezed his fingers, bunching the material of my nightgown in his tight grip, and began pulling upward. Inch by inch, the nightgown rose, exposing my bare legs, while the man kissed a path down my neck and across my collarbone. The hardness of his erection pressed into my behind, promising me pleasure.
    “My Gwen,” he breathed against my skin while his hand slipped under my panties. A shuddering breath escaped my lips as he moved his fingers slowly down between my legs. My breath froze in my lungs as I waited for his touch to make contact with my sex.
    “Gwen,” another man’s voice said, bringing me out of the seductive haze of the stranger. I opened my eyes slowly and the stranger was gone. Dorian stood ten feet in front of me dressed in only jeans. My eyes traced the cut of his muscles, highlighted and shadowed by the glow of the fire. Where the stranger was beautiful, Dorian was edgy. The promise of danger clung to him, provoking something inside of me.
    When he reached me, Dorian wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me into his arms without a word. My legs wrapped around his hard waist and, before I could make sense of what was happening, Dorian was kissing me. He claimed my mouth as though it was his to claim, not wasting time with sensual seductions. When his tongue penetrated the seal of my lips, I opened my mouth and welcomed him inside. The first stroke of his tongue against mine sent a jolt sizzling between my legs. My behind sat in Dorian’s strong hands, his fingers squeezing the plump flesh as he moved me against his body. The ripples of his stomach caused the sweetest friction between my legs.
    “He can’t have you, Gwen,” he breathed against my lips.
    “Who?” I whispered.
    A smirk tugged one side of his mouth up, cocky and confident.
    I only realized I’d been dreaming when my eyes opened and the ceiling of my bedroom greeted me. Running a hand over my face, I sat up and took in the