Page 79 of Dark Moon Secrets

“You’re a man who knows what he wants then.” I moved closer to him, leaving the safety of the door and my escape from the shop.

“Made easy when there’s something worth wanting.” He stepped toward me.

Don’t do this.

Maria’s voice back in my head was spoiling a damn good moment. I didn’t know what was ahead of me as a witch, so there was nothing wrong with some last-minute adult fun.

You’ll regret it.

What was standing in front of me had nothing to do with regret. He would be completely worth some fun.

Go away, Maria. This is my private time.

Then I imagined my magic moving in my head, building up a wall to stop Maria from communicating with me. I didn’t have long before the witches would return, dragging me to my initiation.

Alone here with Al would be the perfect time for me to get to know him. He seemed as willing as I was to explore.

“And what could that be?” I asked, putting on my best seductive expression.

“Hmm… well, maybe this book.” He strode over to the other side of the shop to the reading nook and picked up a novel from the coffee table.

Disappointment shot through the desire that had been building within me. What was he playing at?

“I don’t know if that’s really your type of book.”

“And you would know what it is?”

I walked slowly to him, my pulse erratic, my breath shallow. Keep it together.

“I think you want something more… modern, up to date, with a bit of an unexpected challenge.”

His eyes widened, and his lips parted with an approving grin.

“Tell me more,” he said, putting the book back down.

“It’s not your usual sort of book either, but once you’ve read a bit, you won’t want to put it down.”

“Something I’d like to keep my hands on?”

“Most definitely.” I stopped about a foot away from him. My heart was pounding loud and fast. I was sure he could hear it.

“And where is this book?” The way he emphasized book set my desires flaming hot.

“Right in front of you.” My voice was barely a whisper.

Al turned to face me. “Where should I start? Should I read the blurb first?”

“Always read the blurb first… you want to get warmed up to the story that is coming.”

“What if I’m already warmed up?” He inched closer to me.

“Then you better get reading before you get too cold.” I swayed my hips, tempting him.

“Tell me, is it a quick read?”

“It’s a mind-blowing, satisfying read.”

He reached out, hands grazing the sides of my body, and bolts of delight coursed through me. With hands resting on my hips, he tugged me closer, tipping me off balance, and I fell into his arms, his lips crushing on mine, hungrily exploring.

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