The Witch's Seduction. Elle James

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to him as he drove in one last time.

      Then his body tensed and his cock twitched shooting his seed into the safety of the prophylactic.

      For a long moment he lay atop her, skin to skin, reveling in her beauty and the scent of peaches and roses that was uniquely Deme. Then he rolled to the side, taking her with him, refusing to break their intimate connection.

      * * *

      Deme lay for a long moment, basking in the afterglow of making love with Cal. During the intensity of their coupling, she’d pushed aside the memory of him and the black-haired beauty. Now the image returned banishing the residual warmth, making Deme all too aware of her nakedness and the coolness of the air in her apartment.

      Cal must have sensed her withdrawal. “I didn’t kiss her.” As if to emphasize his point, he brushed his lips across hers.

      The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was of what she’d seen. “It doesn’t matter. You need to leave now.”

      His brow furrowed and his rapidly deflating cock slipped out of her. “Are you sure? You’ve been gone a month...” he pressed a kiss to her eyelid. “I’ve missed you...” his lips slid along her cheekbone and trailed down the side of her throat.

      Deme’s gut tightened. She had dreamed of her homecoming, of Cal staying in her apartment, them making love throughout the night and sleeping through the next day.

      With a resigned sigh, she shook her head. “You need to go. We have to work tomorrow. It’ll be my first day on the job, and I want to make a good impression on Chief Warner.”

      Cal captured her face between his palms and forced her to look him in the eye. “You can have your space, but know this...I don’t give up easily.” He kissed her, his tongue pushing past her clenched teeth to stroke the length of hers.

      His hand cupped the back of her head, urging her closer, lengthening the connection.

      When Cal broke away, Deme wanted to reach out and bring him back, to go for round two.

      And based on the stiffness of his member, Cal was ready too. Instead he rolled off the bed and stood, staring down at her, his mouth set in a grim line. “Welcome home, Deme.” Then he gathered his clothing and dressed quickly.

      Deme pulled the sheets up over her breasts and feasted her eyes on his naked hard body with broad shoulders that seemed to fill any room he entered. What was she doing? What was she trying to prove? She wanted him more than anything she’d ever wanted in her life. Then why the hell was she pushing him away?

      When he had his pants and shoes on, he slipped his shirt over his shoulders and grabbed his jacket from the floor. He stood in the doorway to her bedroom and glanced back at her, giving her every opportunity to change her mind.

      When Deme didn’t say anything, Cal left, closing the door behind him.

      Deme rolled out of the bed and headed straight for the bathroom and a shower to cool the heat raging inside. The ivy plant she’d left on the counter drooped. Her sisters had checked on her apartment once a week, but the little plant seemed neglected, forgotten in the mad rush of her sisters’ desire to get in, check on her stuff and leave to get on with their own lives.

      Deme touched a finger to a dull green leaf. “Be happy. I’m home for good.” Energy flowed through her body and out the tip of her finger into the little ivy. Like a desert eager for water, the vines stiffened, each leaf fluttering, reaching for the light. A small measure of peace washed over Deme. “Thanks, I needed that.”

      Deme grabbed a towel from the linen closet and tossed it over the shower rod. The sense of peace didn’t last long. As soon as she moved away from the ivy, thoughts of Cal pushed back into her mind.

      She should have known better than to let a man beneath her skin, especially this man. She’d done it before with Cal and walked away–all the way to St. Croix in the Virgin Islands. Back then it had been one of the hardest things she’d ever done. This time she couldn’t completely walk away.

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