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Dennis spun me toward him, and his mouth came down to mine in a kiss clearly meant as payback for his ex.
He pulled me close, my breasts pillowed firmly against the hardness of his chest. A hand behind my head held me in place.
His tongue sought entrance, and suddenly this was anything but acting.
My eyes slammed shut, and my heart thundered in my chest as his hand fell to my ass and squeezed. He tasted like coffee, desire, andpassion. As his tongue swept over mine, I breathed in the woodsy scent of his hair or his aftershave—I couldn’t tell which, and it didn’t matter. All rational thought halted.
Logically, I should have pushed the ogre away, but logic wasn’t in charge any longer. All that mattered was that I’d tasted the predator, the king of the jungle, and my body wanted more. It needed more. Hormones, instinct, and desire won the day.
My fingers speared through his hair, and I pulled myself up to meet his passion.
His hand moved to my breast, stroking the underside through my clothes, before a thumb smoothed over the pebbled nipple straining to puncture my bra and meet his touch.
The witch huffed.
The door slammed.
He didn’t stop. For what seemed like an eternity, he held me there, kissing me, caressing me, like we belonged together, like I belonged to him. And for this moment, I did.
He shifted, and the unmistakable bar of his erection pushed against me. This embrace wasn’t fake for him either. His reaction couldn’t be hidden.
I surrendered entirely to my animal brain. The instructions it sent to my tongue, my mouth, and my hands said to pull him close and not let him get away. In my core, I wanted him to desire me as much as my body desired his.
In the end, I didn’t pull away. He did.
Catching my breath, I smoothed my clothes and looked to the space Her Witchiness had vacated at some point. “She’s gone.”
Dennis smoothed the hair I’d messed up. “Good riddance.”
“Is she always like that?”
“You caught her on a good day.” His hand went into his pocket, probably in an effort to hide the bulge in his trousers—it didn’t work. “Will you accompany me to the museum fundraiser?”
It wasn’t clear if that was an actual question or a rhetorical one at this point.
“Please,” he added.
I took a deep breath and willed my logical brain to save me from myself. My tongue darted out to trace my still-tingling upper lip. “Will it piss her off?”
He chuckled. “Incredibly.” It was the answer I’d hoped for—the witch would be working extra hard to destroy him now.
But of course I’d already made up my mind. “I’d love to.” Going to the party with him was sure to frost her ass even more. Fantastic kisser or not, he needed to pay. My family deserved to be avenged.
He shifted nervously. “Thank you for that. I wasn’t prepared for the question.” He looked away. “We should get back to Stoner later.”
With my rational brain back in charge, I agreed. I was hot, aroused, and completely unable to concentrate in my current state. Hormones could be such a bitch. After another deep, calming breath, I walked to the door and turned. “Later, Denny.”
His eyes narrowed at my audacity, before the smirk he tried to hide showed itself. “Later, Angel.”
I closed the door behind me and rested against it for a second.
Cindy rolled her eyes with a chuckle. “A piece of work, isn’t she?”
“You heard that?”
“Hard not to.”
“Not somebody I want to spend any time with.”
