The trail of blood ended at the entrance to the master bathroom. Angie looked up and found herself staring at her half-naked boss. The words of her apology faded from her mind as a new, fiery yearning took over. She studied Sebastian—with his perfectly tan skin that reminded her of her favorite sun-kissed beach. Chiseled muscles rippled across his back as he leaned over the marble tub. Gray gym shorts hung low on his waist, teasing her with a peek of the upper curve of his behind. She wondered if he was flying commando. One good tug might reveal even more deliciousness, the thought of which made the muscles in her inner thighs twitch.
She wasn't certain when exactly she put on the ring. She’d picked it up with every intention of presenting it to Sebastian as a peace offering. But as she watched Sebastian, past fantasies filled her head. She mindlessly slid the ring on her finger — more of a nervous habit, if anything. But when she did so, Sebastian doubled over in pain and fell against the tub.
Help him! She screamed to herself but she didn’t move. He turned toward her exposing his bare chest, his tight abs, and the thin trail of blonde hair that traveled south from his navel.
She imagined kissing that chest, letting her parted lips graze his skin as she moved lower, her tongue snaking over his body. She wanted to tease him with tiny nibbles and found her tongue rolling over her new fangs at the thought. Sebastian met her gaze and for a brief moment she grew hot with embarrassment. Did he know what she was thinking? Was lust evident on her face?
Sebastian’s eyes darkened with desire. He stood up to his full height and she marveled at his stature. "This isn't a good idea," Sebastian began, but it was too late. Her new vampire side was already rising to the surface. She’d found something she wanted and wasn’t about to back down.
Angie gave him a teasing smile. "I never imagined Sebastian Cole to be the type to play it safe."
"It could get complicated," he continued, but despite his protests he didn't stop walking toward her. And she didn’t ask him to. Instead, Angie grabbed the hem of her robe and slid it over her shoulders. She let the silky fabric fall to her feet. Then she reached back and unclasped her lace bra. She pulled her arms free and the lingerie fell on top of the discarded robe. Sebastian finally froze, his gaze locked on her bare chest. Normally, she would have flushed under the scrutiny, worried that her boobs might be uneven, or too big or too saggy. But she could hear his heart racing in his chest. The rise in his pulse told her his distracted state was one of yearning, not disgust. It was strangely reassuring to be on the other side of adoration and she couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. She moved her hands along her chest until they cupped each one of her breasts and fingered her nipples until they grew hard beneath her touch.
In three steps, Sebastian was on her, pressing her body against his, running his mouth over her bare skin and kissing her as if his life depended on it. When he came up for air, he tightened his grip around her torso and raised her up so that her fingertips could brush the ceiling. Her bare waist was now level with his mouth and he was kissing every inch of her stomach as he walked. With each step, he lowered her a few inches so that his warm lips could touch new skin. He carried her into the bedroom before the two collapsed on the mattress. His mouth moved to her bare breasts. His tongue replaced her fingers, flicking and licking her hard nipples as she bucked against his touch.
She closed her eyes, lost in a wave of desire. His touch was so much better than she had ever imagined, fiery hot and light as a feather. She let him work her body like the expert he was, teasing and pleasing until she could no longer see straight. Then she pulled him up to meet her mouth and kissed him deeply as he wedged himself between her thighs. She was tired of waiting. She wanted him all and she wanted him now...
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Angie collapsed on top of Sebastian, too exhausted to move let alone untangle herself from her new lover. And really, why the hell would she want to? She had spent too many nights fantasizing about what it would be like to be seduced by the infamous playboy, Sebastian Cole. Now here she was, head rested on his bare chest, drunk off his sex, and wondering how to make this feeling last forever. She laughed at the thought, and Sebastian brushed a stray hair away from her face so that he could see her clearly.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm just...happy." She took his hand in hers and began to trace the lines of his palm with her thumb. "I wish we could stay like this forever."
Sebastian grew a shade paler at the words.
Shit. She was moving too fast. She always moved too fast. It freaked guys out, particularly the hot ones. She started to take the words back, to explain that she was just punch drunk off the mind-blowing sex but she didn't have a chance. The door to the bathroom opened and Stan staggered out.
He hesitated when he spotted the two of them together and then began mumbling gibberish as he shuffled toward the living room.
"Fuck," Sebastian groaned. Angie had to agree. They couldn't let Stan go roaming around. At least not until they were certain he wouldn't out her as a vampire. She wondered if the mind washing stories were true. Could she hypnotize people into saying and believing whatever she wanted?