heartbeat thumping wildly out of control each time he touched that artery.
Something else was hidden in the look on his face, but she was too distracted to truly grasp it. When he lifted her wrist and drew his nose along her skin, she very nearly had a heart attack. That wicked little flicker was back in his eyes, and she knew that he knew she would follow him to the end of the earth, ailing or not.
“Until then…” he added, and he swept away before she could comprehend what had happened. Tabitha watched the door long after he was gone, still trying hard to process him. Sweet Earth Mother, she wanted him in a way that she had never, ever wanted another person, and it didn’t help that he had touched her. And smiled at her. And looked at her. A lot.
“Down, girl,” came a familiar voice from over her shoulder. Tabitha turned around and smiled warmly, thankful for the distraction from her thoughts. Cera, her best friend and business partner, smiled back at her. Cera’s ebony skin sparkled with a combination of shimmer dust and raindrops, and it made Tabitha’s smile spread just a bit wider. When she shook out her long, multi-colored braids, water speckled Tabitha‘s face and she squinted against it while her mind caught up to the rest of her. “I know he’s hot and all—”
“Hot?” Tabitha snorted, “The man is walking sex on a stick!”
“—but he is the boss,” Cera finished. “It ain’t healthy for you to be looking at him like he’s on the menu, Tabby.”
“I’m not!” she defended weakly, aware it was a bald lie. Lie or not, though, she was going to stand by it. "And don't call me Tabby." Petulant, she knew, but it was all she had. Tabitha couldn’t deny the attraction she felt and swore he picked up on it as well, but she also knew he would be the one signing her check at the end of the night, once the job was completed to his liking. “I just like looking at him.”
***
Stunning little creature, that redhead. Gorgeous. And ripe for his picking, if he was reading her right. She was absolutely oblivious to the fact that she had him tangled up in knots, and he preferred to keep it that way. Russell watched her from the safety of the hallway, standing silently in the shadows as she and her friend bustled around his kitchen, arguing about whether she was good enough for him.
Oh, she was. She might be just a caterer in her own mind, and a witch to boot, but those two things made her no less divine in his eyes. She was not a classic beauty, but she still held a mysterious allure that drew him to her like a moth to an open flame. Her wild red hair framed her heart-shaped face in a halo of slightly frizzy ringlets, topped off by straight-cut bangs that hung just above her eyebrows. Her full cheeks tapered into a sharp, angular jaw topped with a high, Grecian nose and the most sinful set of pouting lips he had ever seen. Her body was full and curvaceous, with a narrow waist and flared hips that slid into a perfectly rounded ass. The type of ass he could sink his teeth into and never, ever let go. The soft sway of her body as she moved drew his eyes, and he found himself reaching out as if he would touch her.
The fever was taking control of him, shocking his baser urges into motion when any other time he could handle these thoughts. But tonight, with the moon so close and so full, it would be hard to keep his hands to himself. Or his dick. Oh, God, how he wanted to share that with her.
Get a hold of yourself, you fool!
Russell shook his head, clearing out the depraved fantasies while he adjusted the waistband of his pants and with it his growing erection. Every time he thought of her, his cock leapt in anticipation. He wanted her, and from the way she responded to him, he knew he would easily have her.
If she were willing, he would be more than happy to accommodate her desires while indulging in his own. It was a
Something else was hidden in the look on his face, but she was too distracted to truly grasp it. When he lifted her wrist and drew his nose along her skin, she very nearly had a heart attack. That wicked little flicker was back in his eyes, and she knew that he knew she would follow him to the end of the earth, ailing or not.
“Until then…” he added, and he swept away before she could comprehend what had happened. Tabitha watched the door long after he was gone, still trying hard to process him. Sweet Earth Mother, she wanted him in a way that she had never, ever wanted another person, and it didn’t help that he had touched her. And smiled at her. And looked at her. A lot.
“Down, girl,” came a familiar voice from over her shoulder. Tabitha turned around and smiled warmly, thankful for the distraction from her thoughts. Cera, her best friend and business partner, smiled back at her. Cera’s ebony skin sparkled with a combination of shimmer dust and raindrops, and it made Tabitha’s smile spread just a bit wider. When she shook out her long, multi-colored braids, water speckled Tabitha‘s face and she squinted against it while her mind caught up to the rest of her. “I know he’s hot and all—”
“Hot?” Tabitha snorted, “The man is walking sex on a stick!”
“—but he is the boss,” Cera finished. “It ain’t healthy for you to be looking at him like he’s on the menu, Tabby.”
“I’m not!” she defended weakly, aware it was a bald lie. Lie or not, though, she was going to stand by it. "And don't call me Tabby." Petulant, she knew, but it was all she had. Tabitha couldn’t deny the attraction she felt and swore he picked up on it as well, but she also knew he would be the one signing her check at the end of the night, once the job was completed to his liking. “I just like looking at him.”
***
Stunning little creature, that redhead. Gorgeous. And ripe for his picking, if he was reading her right. She was absolutely oblivious to the fact that she had him tangled up in knots, and he preferred to keep it that way. Russell watched her from the safety of the hallway, standing silently in the shadows as she and her friend bustled around his kitchen, arguing about whether she was good enough for him.
Oh, she was. She might be just a caterer in her own mind, and a witch to boot, but those two things made her no less divine in his eyes. She was not a classic beauty, but she still held a mysterious allure that drew him to her like a moth to an open flame. Her wild red hair framed her heart-shaped face in a halo of slightly frizzy ringlets, topped off by straight-cut bangs that hung just above her eyebrows. Her full cheeks tapered into a sharp, angular jaw topped with a high, Grecian nose and the most sinful set of pouting lips he had ever seen. Her body was full and curvaceous, with a narrow waist and flared hips that slid into a perfectly rounded ass. The type of ass he could sink his teeth into and never, ever let go. The soft sway of her body as she moved drew his eyes, and he found himself reaching out as if he would touch her.
The fever was taking control of him, shocking his baser urges into motion when any other time he could handle these thoughts. But tonight, with the moon so close and so full, it would be hard to keep his hands to himself. Or his dick. Oh, God, how he wanted to share that with her.
Get a hold of yourself, you fool!
Russell shook his head, clearing out the depraved fantasies while he adjusted the waistband of his pants and with it his growing erection. Every time he thought of her, his cock leapt in anticipation. He wanted her, and from the way she responded to him, he knew he would easily have her.
If she were willing, he would be more than happy to accommodate her desires while indulging in his own. It was a
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