Page 371 of Halfblood Deceived

Diana licked her dry lips, trying to keep her eyes on Kamilla’s face. “Don’t you think maybe Mac would be a better choice? Or Vaz? Or anyone but me? People might be angry. You can lose patrons again. Like last time.”

“And like last time, I don’t give a flying fuck,” Kamilla said with no hesitation. “I have no intentions of catering to arseholes who hate you or Aella on principle.”

“If you are sure…”

“I am.”

Diana took a deep breath. “Alright.” She had no good reason to stay longer. And the longer she stayed, the harder it would be to not look at Kamilla’s… Well, everything. “I should go.”

“Should you?” Kamilla asked, head tilting, a swathe of golden hair falling down one shoulder.

Oh, goddess. “Yes. I, um, should leave you to do whatever it is you were doing. It looked important—”

Kamilla uncrossed her legs and slid further onto the desk, bracing her hands on the polished wood. “Did it?”

Her legs are such a work of art. She’s a living work of art. I can’t stop looking. Help. “Did it what?” Diana croaked, forcing herself to look into Kamilla’s eyes. The amusement and heat she found in that topaz gaze nearly made her faint.

She was imagining it, right?

Kamilla gave her a slow, deliberate once-over.

I’m not imagining it. “Er.” Diana cleared her throat. “What—” What are you doing? Are you flirting with me? Please be flirting with me. Please don’t flirt with me.

“What?” Kamilla prompted, casually tossing her hair over her shoulder. She wet her red lips with her tongue without breaking eye contact.

A low sound between a groan and a growl spread across the office.

Diana didn’t realize she’d been the one to make that sound until she was standing between Kamilla’s legs, with her hands on the desk and her mouth on Kamilla’s.

The sound melted into a moan. Kamilla’s lips were as soft as Diana had imagined. As warm.

Oh, gods. Oh, shit. What if I misinterpreted—

Kamilla growled and licked the seam of Diana’s lips. “You taste exactly as I imagined.”

Diana’s brain all but short-circuited. Reason went out the window, replaced by nothing more than desire so deep she felt hollow with it. She returned the lick and moaned again—cherry, peppermint, and sin. “Same. Fuck.”

And then Kamilla was gripping Diana’s waist, and they were kissing again. It was the most confusing, exhilarating kiss Diana had ever experienced. Kamilla’s tongue in her mouth was hot, claiming, hungry. Kamilla’s teeth, closing around her lip, were marking, possessive and demanding. But there was something more than hunger. More than need and lust. Something affectionate, relieved, and downright desperate. Diana felt high with it.

Kamilla wrapped a leg around Diana’s waist, dragging her closer. She took a fistful of Diana’s hair and deepened the kiss. Diana’s chest vibrated with a low purring sound she’d never produced before. She pressed Kamilla flush against her, reveling in the feel of the vampiress’ heart pumping as hard and fast as hers. The soft pressure of Kamilla’s perfect breasts was paradise. Her teeth closed around Kamilla’s plump lower lip, almost hard enough to cut.

Kamilla hissed in pleasure, back arching. She gripped Diana’s denim-covered ass, squeezing. “I’m as obsessed with your arse as you are with my legs.”

Diana slid her hands up said legs. Kamilla’s skin was hot velvet under her calloused hands. “You noticed?”

Kamilla smiled into the kiss. “Hard not to.”

An explosive cocktail of embarrassment and sheer lust effervesced in Diana’s veins. She slid her hands from Kamilla’s legs to her hips, waist, and ribcage, and then cupped her breasts. “Let’s not forget these.”

Kamilla chuckled softly, pulling back only enough to give Diana an amused look. “How could we? You’ve had entire conversations with them.”

Diana groaned. “Sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,” Kamilla said, sliding her hand under Diana’s shirt, tracing her abs. “I’ve certainly ogled you just as much.”

Diana gulped. “I didn’t notice.”

“My tits distracted you,” Kamilla said.

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