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“Yes, it’s sad. Very sad.”

We were done with uploading the dishwasher. I drained my glass simply because I was getting even more nervous about the part of the night we were now approaching. The moment of truth. I needed to distract myself; otherwise, I was going to jump him.

“So … how about the house tour?” I asked, then realized just how suggestive I sounded after the words had left my mouth. “I mean … it's what we were supposed to do earlier. Did you forget?”

“I didn’t forget,” he said as he set his empty glass down and then turned to glance at his daughter.

“Don’t worry. She’ll be asleep for a couple of hours, at least.”

I let him lead me up the stairs. He didn’t bother to show me any of the rooms. Instead, he led me straight down the end of the hallway and pushed a door open. I walked in, wondering if this was his room. It wasn’t. It was just a spare room with a divan bed in it. Before I could turn around, I heard the key lock turn with a click behind me.

Chapter 43

Cole

I hadn’t exactly planned to seduce her this way, especially not with Anya downstairs, but the woman before me was a witch. She had cast a spell on me. I just couldn’t say no. She was so damn beautiful she held the lure of a vixen in the palm of her hand. Her beauty was electric in a way that made my body throb, yet so soft it made my heart want to melt. She wore her allure lightly, in her eyes, her smile, and her flushed cheeks.

Fuck, I needed her.

I couldn’t help it.

I needed to come inside her again and forget myself, even for a little while. I instantly grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over my head.

Her eyes widened.

“Oh! Is this the tour you meant?” she asked, retreating as I approached her.

“If it's not the kind of tour you want, then why are so many of your buttons open?”

The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed and she stopped. What I wanted more than anything was to suck on those breasts. With one finger on her chest, I pushed and she fell backwards, her arms flailing. Wasting no time, I joined her.

“Anya,” she whispered hoarsely.

“Anya is sleeping. Usually, when she falls asleep like this she won’t awaken for at least an hour.” I stroked her nipples, watching her, feeling hot lust build in my body. It was hard to imagine how someone could be this wholesome and beautiful and at the same time be such a temptress. She truly was dangerously close to my heart, and if I let down my guard, she would open the door and enter.

She smiled, and it was so beautiful I leaned forward and kissed those sweet lips.

I had intended it to be brief, but I couldn’t hold myself back. My tongue slid into her mouth, and I was gone. Ever since the storage room I had been dying to do this to her.

We saw each other at school, but it was from a distance. I could only eye her from afar, and that had tortured me.

Numerous times in the middle of the night, I had woken up with a hard-on, from dreams of being inside of her. It was impossible for me to go to sleep after that, so I'd get up and head over to rub out my cock until I was spurting hard, but what else could I offer her? I might have to leave in a moment. Worse, Paganini’s men could turn up here and kidnap her to use as a bargaining chip.

In my heart, I knew she was the one for me, and one day, when things worked out the way I planned, then I would come back and claim her, but until then it could only be this; stolen moments.

“I can’t promise you anything.”

"I didn’t ask for anything.”

"I know. I just wanted to make sure you knew. I don’t want to mislead you.”

“Don’t worry. I get it. You’re hot stuff and you have a lot of choice-“

I put my finger against her lips. Sighing, I pushed her hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. I wanted to commit every bit of her features to memory.

"No, I’m not … hot stuff. I can’t think of a serious relationship right now because I have problems that I have to sort out first."

"What sort of problems?" she asked.