The Seven Year Witch: That Old Black Magic, Book 2 by Jodi Redford

up Izzy and placed her a safe distance away. “Go on now. Shoo. Peach has a whole closet of shoes I’m sure she’d just love for you to wreck.”
    Rather than obey, the puppy waddled back to Clarissa’s foot and made herself at home again. Clarissa sucked in a deep breath, channeling her inner Zen. Yeah, like that place remotely existed. “Really, I have stuff to do. You’re not helping me here.” She tried moving Izzy again, but the pup had apparently decided to become permanently attached to her foot. “Peach put you up to this, didn’t she?” Muttering beneath her breath, she scooped up the puppy. After giving Izzy a silent look of warning, she placed the dog on her lap, where Izzy immediately curled into a ball and rumbled a contented snore. For such a little thing, it was damn loud. There was no way in hell she’d ever get any work done now.
    Left with not much else to occupy herself, Clarissa stroked her fingers through Izzy’s glossy fur. The throbbing in her temples began to lessen, and for the first time in what felt like forever, a tiny piece of calm clicked in place.
    Her mouth crooked into a wry half smile. “Don’t think this changes anything. I’m still not picking up your poop.”
     
    Sometime around eleven, Clarissa woke to the sound of a thump and a puppy-like growl.
    “What the fuck? There’s a dog in your bed.”
    She blinked the sleep from her eyes, barely making out Logan’s shadowy outline looming above her. “That’s Izzy, Floyd’s illegitimate offspring and apparently the newest member of the coven. The little faker wouldn’t stop whimpering until I let her up here with me.”
    “That’s all it took to get in your bed? Shit, why didn’t I try that?”
    Her vision slowly adjusted to the inky darkness, and she watched as Logan stripped off his T-shirt, jeans and briefs. “What are you doing?”
    He bent and grabbed something from his pant’s pocket. A condom? Half a second later, the unmistakable rip of a foil packet verified her suspicion.
    “What do you think?” The sexy promise in his low voice made her breath quicken, and her pussy grew damp.
    Despite her arousal, a thread of panic shot through her. They couldn’t do this here, with all of the others within earshot. What if someone overheard them? She started to sit up, but her arms pulled tight over her head, preventing her from lifting. Mystified, she tried to move her hands, her bafflement increasing when they wouldn’t budge from the slatted headboard.
    “It’s no use, shug. I tied you in good.”
    She gaped at Logan’s dim outline. “You tied me to the bed?” She wasn’t sure what bemused her more—the fact that he had, or that she’d slept through it.
    “Yep. Figured I’d forget about it, didn’t ya?”
    “Forget?” She tracked back to the wicked picture he’d deliberately painted in her mind the previous night, when he’d had her pinned against the wall in the back hallway of Tatum’s. Her pulse accelerated. “You mean…”
    “Yeah, baby. I’m in the mood for a late-night snack.” His form disengaging from the shadows, Logan stepped closer. He peeled the bedcovers down, and another small growl issued from Izzy, presumably her way of bitching at having her sleep disturbed. Logan patted the wad of bedding where the puppy was snuggled. “Hush, or you’re goin’ on the floor.”
    Izzy immediately shut up, and Clarissa grunted. “What is that? Some kind of doggie mind control?”
    Logan knelt at the foot of the bed, causing the mattress to dip. “She respects her alpha.” His hands caressed over her ankles before moving higher and smoothing along her calves. “Something you could use a lesson on.”
    She wanted to snort at his outrageous arrogance—truly she did—but the heat of his palms on her flesh, along with the hypnotic glow of his amber irises as he leaned over her, played havoc with her brain and body. She attempted to distract herself by craning her neck and trying to see what