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Shona’s gaze clouded. “He made trouble between you and Bryn in the beginning. I don’t trust him. And of course, he’ll be spreading gossip about me now I’m in the Monthly. I know he was furious when I ended the engagement.” Shona gave a little shudder, remembering the fallout from the Kominsky’s when she’d called it off with Matteus.
Ivy reached out and touched her friend’s hand. “Don’t worry, I doubt he heard a word, and even if he does tell Matteus, so what? You haven’t had contact from him in ages, have you?”
“Nope. Not in months.”
“The stalking, the phone calls? The gifts. All stopped?”
Shona nodded, trying not to let nerves knot her stomach. “I’d have told you if they hadn’t. I’m hoping he’s got another love interest.” It didn’t hurt saying that. She just felt relief. Relief he no longer had a hold on her.
After they’d paid their bill and left, Shona hugged her best friend goodbye. As Ivy hailed a cab back to the East Quarter, Shona turned on her heels to head back towards her office.
And ooph—straight into a big hard chest.
The smell of leather, a hint of spice and all-too-familiar sweet musky male undertones. The pattern of a tattoo right in front of her eyes on a buffed green chest.
Two warm, very familiar hands, thick fingers curling gently around her upper arms.
Shona tilted her chin and met two amused jade black eyes. Her knees turned liquid, just as her body ignited.
Gods, how she’d missed this guy.
And it had only been a day since she’d seen him.
Chapter
Eleven
The tattoo on Tor’s forehead tingled as he steadied the beautiful woman who’d just bowled into him.
What were the odds? He’d walked straight into the one woman he’d been fantasizing about all day. Any small thought of their night in the cave and his cock had obligingly stiffened. When he’d got out of bed, he’d had to jerk off in the shower to get some relief from the constant throb, bellowing her name as he came rough and hard, spumes of orc cum splattering on the shower glass. He’d glanced sheepishly at the partitioned walls afterward, hoping the sound hadn’t carried to the next room, where a grim-faced hippogriff was staying with their mother. He really didn’t want to face their sour expressions over breakfast.
But even after that episode, he kept recalling her little mewls, her soft wet inviting entrance that had hugged him so snugly, the feel of her tits in his hand, nipples pointy hard with desire. The way she’d taken his knot so perfectly, begging for more until he’d spilled his all inside her tight little cunt. Finally, by mid-afternoon he’d had enough of his zipper cutting into his cock. Cursing, he’d thrown his phone onto the desk, unzipped himself and frenziedly jerked off again, holding a big wad of tissues over his tackle and biting back his cries this time as he arched back in his chair and his cock erupted just as avidly as it had in the shower.
Holy goddess! He hadn’t masturbated like this since he’d discovered monster porn as a teen.
To take his mind off his out-of-control libido, he’d gone to the hotel’s small gym and worked out like a lunatic, then decided to come out to for a drink, telling himself it wasn’t a good idea to call her up and maybe invite her.
And now here she was.
The object of his massive wank-fest.
Gods, and she looked just as beautiful as he remembered.
“Hey, it’s you!” he said, unable to hide his delighted smirk.
“Oh, hi there!” She stepped back and he quickly loosened his hold on her arms, even though every instinct in his body was telling him to pull her closer.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, pretty eyebrows arching over her baby blues.
Tor’s chest expanded with happiness, just seeing her face.
But then she looked past his shoulder and her features tightened. He turned his head to see an aging, impeccably dressed vampire about to get into a hover cab.
“You know that guy?” he asked.
“Ergh. Yes.” She hesitated. “Matteus’s uncle.”
“Would you like me to go and punch him?”
