She glanced longingly at her bedroom door. Her blue vibrator waited on her bed, ready to finish what they’d started. Now the vibrator seemed a poor replacement to satisfy the aching need that grew with every thought of Karel. It’s what got her to pull out the damn thing to begin with. “I apologize for my outfit,” she said, grasping the neckline of her robe. “I wasn’t expecting company.” He frowned, his warm gaze sliding down her body and stopping at her chest. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, as if he had a direct link to their ability to feel excited. “Don’t apologize,” he said in that rough voice that sent shudders to her clit. “You look beautiful.” She glanced toward her open bedroom door and realized if Karel walked down the hall for any reason, like to use the restroom, he’d see her sex toy lying out. She’d die if he knew what she was doing prior to his visit.
