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Aubrey’s eyes widen with horror, and she glances behind her before squealing.
“Are we... are we in the kitchen?” Aubrey whispers, hiding her face at my groin where she’s been immobile for the last few moments.
“Mhm.”
“Oh my god,” she whispers against my dick, her body temperature increasing with her embarrassment.
I chuckle at what we must look like, her kneeling before me and my pants around my shoes. I pull her up, gathering her tome and hiding her in my arms whilst using her to cover my erection.
“I tried to warn you,” I whisper, hearing her heart thudding in record time. It makes my fangs ache every time her pretty pulse flutters this fast.
She groans.
“What would you like me to do?” I ask her.
“Make me invisible forever?” comes her soft reply.
I chuckle into her hair. “I’m afraid that’s not within my power.”
“Was worried about that,” she murmurs.
Since I refuse to wear any foul undergarments, I reach down to pull my pants up and she pulls away once I’ve hidden my cock from view. Her cheeks are bright-red flags of color as she tucks her hair behind her ear, braving a smile.
Her gaze slides from mine as she addresses the room with her arms open wide. “Hi everyone. Vlad and I were exploring the castle.”
“Amen, honey,” George says, grinning like a lunatic. “But it looks like you were exploring his secret shaft.”
Bianca scoffs loudly, and Aubrey’s slight frame stiffens. I move to cup the back of her neck and turn her in my arms, kissing her soundly on the lips. The room goes silent as I force her tongue to dance with mine.
I no longer care who sees me kissing this beautiful woman with long-denied passion.
Chapter 24
AUBREY
“I am going to murder him,”I mutter, and Burnie erupts into giggles again over the phone, making me wish I could reach through it to smack her.
Instead, I stare down at it in horror. The caption on the Insta post says, “Swear y’all, are these two not the cutest couple you’ve ever seen?” Attached is a super cute photo of me and Vlad, which wouldn’t be an issue at all, but we are locked in an open-mouthed kiss. George must have snapped the picture while we were in the dining room.
Bernadette’s ongoing snickering makes me a tad defensive. “It’s just a kiss.”
“With tongue,” she retorts, ruining my attempt at playing it down.
She would die if she knew what happened only an hour ago but, unfortunately for her, I’m taking that entire humiliating incident to the grave.
“Let me lie to myself,” I whine obnoxiously.
Still, she’s not wrong. Add that to the fact that I haven’t made mine and Chad’s break up official yet, and people are losing theirminds. Probably because George decided the moment needed to state #instalove and #loveatfirstsight.
Setting the phone on my nightstand, I go back to what I was doing: sorting through crazy costumes that have been left by Vlad’s family over the years. So far, I have sorted through three massive trunks that are mostly full of super old dresses, but I managed to find some fake vampire teeth, one fairy costume that looks a hundred years old, and a heavy cloak that Vlad or Doyle could wear. There’s really not much here and my room looks like a disaster area. I cough at the dust.
“It did look like you’re trying to inhale him face first.” There’s a pause, then Bernadette’s voice turns soft. “He is seriously the cutest person I have ever seen, so we can’t murder him. Besides, he is solidly saving your ass.”
Of course she means George. Vlad being named the cutest person alive is just delusional. Hottest. Definitely. Cute, not so much.
“Awwww! Look at Fifi on Halloween.”
“Don’t let him fool you. That dog is evil incarnate. How in the hell is this happening? First the shit with Chad, and now this? What am I going to tell Vlad? He has no idea what this means.”
