slightly to reveal a tiny diamond in her ear. GianMarco’s breath caught in his throat
as the delicate lines of her neck were displayed to him. He wanted very much to run
his lips over the velvety-looking skin.
“Very nice,” he commented politely as he felt his control quickly slipping away.
“Thanks for saying so but I know it’s not much to look at.” She laughed softly as
she continued to crawl across the floor, scanning it for her lost earring. Her ass
wiggled seductively as she moved; she seemed totally unaware of the effect she had
on him. He quickly scanned the floor from where he stood with his eagle-sharp eyes
and spotted nothing.
“How long have you been looking?” His eyes strayed back to her plump backside, again.
“For the last fifteen minutes, with no luck.” She sighed, getting up to her knees.
She turned to him with her bottom lip poked out in a pout. “Shoot, I just bought them
last week.”
“Were they expensive?” He contemplated running his tongue across her protruding lower
lip. His heart beat rapidly and sweat beaded his brows. The smell of her perfume drifted
to his nostrils, and it was driving him wild.
“Well, I spent more than what I normally would have for a pair of earrings. They were
on sale and they were pretty small, so it wasn’t terribly expensive.” She shrugged
and attempted to get back to her feet. He reached over to assist her, tugging on her
arm harder than he meant to, causing Maggie to fly into him. She gripped his shirt,
anchoring herself to him. GianMarco grabbed a handful of her soft hair and pulled
her head back so that their gazes could meet.
Her eyes were wide with bewilderment and ... desire? He smiled in triumph at the knowledge
that she wanted him, too. As he lowered his head to hers, the door to the office opened.
Maggie pushed against his chest in a hurry and twisted out of his arms. It was Oliver.
Bastardo! GianMarco cursed his friend’s untimely arrival.
“Hey, guys, what’s going on?” Oliver asked.
“Looking for my earring,” Maggie answered hastily before rushing behind her desk.
Oliver must have missed Maggie and GianMarco’s brief embrace because he continued
to smile as he’d seen nothing. “So, has anything exciting happened while I was gone?”
“If it did, you interrupted it,” GianMarco growled, before stalking out of the office
and slamming the door behind him.
“Now, what’s gotten into him?” he heard Oliver ask.
Nothing a good fucking wouldn’t solve, GianMarco mentally replied. He was literally in pain. His incisors descended and
ascended without him controlling it. His cock would not go down and his temperature
had risen to a degree that would have killed a human being. His system was completely
out of whack and he didn’t know how to handle it.
GianMarco never believed he would succumb to this fate, but he was in the throes of la morte dolci , the sweet death, almost the equivalent to blue balls in a human male, only the pain
was one hundred fold in a vampire. It felt as if his body was incinerating from the
inside. He took several deep calming breaths trying to get his body back to normal,
with little success. For now at least her still had his wits about him. If he didn’t
get some pussy soon, his body would go crazy again, and that was when vampires were
at their wildest.
GianMarco hopped into his Escalade and tore out of the parking lot. He had not needed
relief this badly since he was a young vamp. He finally pulled up to a bar that he
sometimes frequented. The women who came here were usually looking for a good time.
That was where he had met Whatshername. She had been sitting at the bar alone and
their eyes had locked. She’d worn her hair in short springy curls around her well-shaped
head, and she had had smooth dark skin a lot like Maggie’s. If GianMarco squinted
enough, he could almost pretend she was Maggie.
It hadn’t taken
as the delicate lines of her neck were displayed to him. He wanted very much to run
his lips over the velvety-looking skin.
“Very nice,” he commented politely as he felt his control quickly slipping away.
“Thanks for saying so but I know it’s not much to look at.” She laughed softly as
she continued to crawl across the floor, scanning it for her lost earring. Her ass
wiggled seductively as she moved; she seemed totally unaware of the effect she had
on him. He quickly scanned the floor from where he stood with his eagle-sharp eyes
and spotted nothing.
“How long have you been looking?” His eyes strayed back to her plump backside, again.
“For the last fifteen minutes, with no luck.” She sighed, getting up to her knees.
She turned to him with her bottom lip poked out in a pout. “Shoot, I just bought them
last week.”
“Were they expensive?” He contemplated running his tongue across her protruding lower
lip. His heart beat rapidly and sweat beaded his brows. The smell of her perfume drifted
to his nostrils, and it was driving him wild.
“Well, I spent more than what I normally would have for a pair of earrings. They were
on sale and they were pretty small, so it wasn’t terribly expensive.” She shrugged
and attempted to get back to her feet. He reached over to assist her, tugging on her
arm harder than he meant to, causing Maggie to fly into him. She gripped his shirt,
anchoring herself to him. GianMarco grabbed a handful of her soft hair and pulled
her head back so that their gazes could meet.
Her eyes were wide with bewilderment and ... desire? He smiled in triumph at the knowledge
that she wanted him, too. As he lowered his head to hers, the door to the office opened.
Maggie pushed against his chest in a hurry and twisted out of his arms. It was Oliver.
Bastardo! GianMarco cursed his friend’s untimely arrival.
“Hey, guys, what’s going on?” Oliver asked.
“Looking for my earring,” Maggie answered hastily before rushing behind her desk.
Oliver must have missed Maggie and GianMarco’s brief embrace because he continued
to smile as he’d seen nothing. “So, has anything exciting happened while I was gone?”
“If it did, you interrupted it,” GianMarco growled, before stalking out of the office
and slamming the door behind him.
“Now, what’s gotten into him?” he heard Oliver ask.
Nothing a good fucking wouldn’t solve, GianMarco mentally replied. He was literally in pain. His incisors descended and
ascended without him controlling it. His cock would not go down and his temperature
had risen to a degree that would have killed a human being. His system was completely
out of whack and he didn’t know how to handle it.
GianMarco never believed he would succumb to this fate, but he was in the throes of la morte dolci , the sweet death, almost the equivalent to blue balls in a human male, only the pain
was one hundred fold in a vampire. It felt as if his body was incinerating from the
inside. He took several deep calming breaths trying to get his body back to normal,
with little success. For now at least her still had his wits about him. If he didn’t
get some pussy soon, his body would go crazy again, and that was when vampires were
at their wildest.
GianMarco hopped into his Escalade and tore out of the parking lot. He had not needed
relief this badly since he was a young vamp. He finally pulled up to a bar that he
sometimes frequented. The women who came here were usually looking for a good time.
That was where he had met Whatshername. She had been sitting at the bar alone and
their eyes had locked. She’d worn her hair in short springy curls around her well-shaped
head, and she had had smooth dark skin a lot like Maggie’s. If GianMarco squinted
enough, he could almost pretend she was Maggie.
It hadn’t taken
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