Page 135 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars

Eventually Elora says, “You’ve always sworn a lot.”

“I know.”

“It’s one of the first things I remember about you.”

I wince. “That’s not good.”

“It made you seem like such a bad boy.”

“How wrong can you be?”

“What do you mean,” she scoffs, “you are a bad boy!”

“I’m really not.”

“Yes, you are. I know you rein yourself in a bit with me, but I bet you’re different with your other girls.”

I roll my eyes. She seems determined to believe I’m some kind of Casanova.

“I want the seventy-five percent to include swearing,” she says.

That makes me laugh. “Any words in particular?”

“Don’t mock me. I mean I want you to let go with me. To be yourself.”

We’re in one of the foyers, crossing to another set of stairs, and there are a few people around, but I ignore them, turn her, and push her up against the wall. I put a hand on either side of her, pinning her there, and she looks up at me with wide eyes.

“Maybe I like you the way you are,” I murmur. “Pure and innocent.”

She sticks her tongue out. “I don’t want to be like that anymore.” She lifts her gaze to mine. Her blue eyes are blazing hot and filled with lust.

I study her mouth, the beautiful arch of her Cupid’s bow, her soft pink lips that look so kissable and that part as she sees me looking at them. “What’s brought this on?”

“I’m tired of being Lawful Good,” she says. It’s a reference to Dungeons & Dragons, where all characters have an alignment that reflects their moral and ethical perspective.

“What does that make me?” I ask, amused.

“Chaotic Neutral. Chaotic because you’re adaptable and flexible, but reckless sometimes. And neutral because you act on natural instinct.”

“Like a dog.”

“If the cap fits.” Her eyes challenge me to argue with her. “You were born a rogue.”

I shrug. “Maybe. But you’re compassionate and honorable, and you have a strong sense of duty. You’ll always be a paladin.”

“I don’t want to be.”

I chuckle. “We can’t always change the class we were born with.”

“Maybe, but we can multi-class. I want to take a few levels of warlock.”

I move closer to her, brushing her lips with mine. She’s starting to heat my blood up, and my heart is thumping, my pulse racing.

She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue, looking into my eyes. “I want you to corrupt me.”

I give a short laugh. “Do you, now?”

We stand there like that for about ten seconds, our lips almost touching.

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