Page 148 of Under an Endless Moon

But what about your heart?

What about your body?

Were those safe, too? Was she regretting everything that had happened between us? Would she take it back if she could?

I’d fretted like a fucking hen about it all day, barely able to keep still as I’d watched over her from across the street, lying through my damned teeth to her brother about how it was my privilege to take care ofourbaby sister.

So damned fucked up that I wasn’t even sure what the truth was anymore.

“Only thing I want is for you to feel safe. To be safe,” I murmured.

She slowed even more, though her voice twisted into this seductive, disorienting thing. “Is it, Otto? Is it the only thing you want?”

My guts tangled in possession.

I slowly turned around, compelled, the woman a magnet I’d seemed to have lost all power over.

She stood facing the computer screen, her stomach up against the counter.

Her tempting, lush body vibrated beneath that dress, her legs so fuckin’ long in those heels.

The soft sway of her hips was mesmerizing.

The heavy thud of her pulse hypnotizing.

Could feel it, the erratic thuds that beat through the air.

My lungs squeezed as I slowly inched her way, coming up behindthis woman who’d wrecked me so completely that I didn’t recognize myself any longer.

Couldn’t seem to stop myself from treading farther and farther into this depravity.

Her hair was piled on her head, twisted up in some kind of braid with a bunch of tiny white flowers poking out of it.

Her delicate neck exposed.

A magical sprite who’d taken possession of my mind.

I eased up until there was only an inch of space separating us, and I leaned in so my mouth was close to her ear.

“You wear this dress on purpose, Little Moonflower?”

She arched back. “Yes.”

“You like teasing me? Tempting me?”

She rocked back, her ass hitting my cock that was stone, and she barely peeked at me from over her shoulder. “Is it working?”

“Clearly.”

“That’s what I thought,” she murmured.

I buried my face at the back of her neck, then rumbled, “Fuck,” as she ground herself against me. My hand moved of its own accord, riding up below that dress where I splayed my hand over her bare bottom.

She whimpered, and I groaned, my mouth at her ear. “We need to get home, Raven.”

We needed to get out of here before I lost my mind.

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