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He chuckled. “Is that what we were doing? Passing the time?” He stroked between her breasts, tracing her necklace. He palmed her left mound, kneading it, squeezing, liking its fit.
She swallowed hard, her throat bobbling.
He bent his head, drawing on her soft, plump nipple until it peaked. “Hmm. Tasty. How’s the other?” He changed sides, licking in a circle around her areola, teasing, kissing, nipping. “Delicious. I’m ready for a double feature.”
This witch made him feel things he had never felt before. But he was a realist. He was a male stuck somewhere between I-can’t-have-you and I’m-not-sure-I-want-you.
Bastard.
She rolled him onto his back to straddle his thighs, amazingly still keeping him inside her. “My turn.”
While she rocked up and down, he reminded himself of his pledge.
It’s just sex. It’s just sex. It’s just sex.
****
Brak passed off a glass of pinot noir to Harley, who sat on her couch, foot tapping on the floor while they waited for her parents to arrive. He kept an ylven brew for himself, taking a big swig. Lifting his brows, he examined the label. “It’s got a kick.”
Harley reached out, wiggling her fingers. “Gimme.”
“I don’t think you’ll like.”
She wrinkled her nose after she took a tentative sip. “You’re right. It’s spicy and hoppy.”
“Are you sure you want me to stick around?” Brak plonked the nearly finished beer on the table.
“I’m sure.” Her foot bobbed up and down faster.
When the doorbell rang, Harley shot up to answer it. Returning, she escorted a man and woman into the room. “Mom. Dad. This is Brak. Brak, Margery and Darryl Ross.”
Her mother nodded, her smile polite as her chin tilted to take in his full height. Her father stepped forward, offering a less-than-friendly hand while his scrutinizing gaze burned Brak’s skin. The guy didn’t look pleased with what he saw.
Brak gripped the man’s palm despite the frosty appraisal.
“Firebrand?” her father asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Demon?” he persisted.
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t leave me hanging, young man. What kind?” Harley’s dad was as commanding as she had said. Brak was a little cowed. These were the first parents of a female he had ever met. He wanted to make a good impression.
Both Harley and her mother tried to shut him down.
No go. Persistent sonofabitch.
“Carnal, sir.”
Her father sputtered as he spun toward his daughter. “What are you thinking, young lady?”
Harley bustled to Brak’s side, looping a hand through the crook of his arm. “I’m thinking it’s none of your business. That’s not why I asked you both here.” She pointed at two chairs. With her fingers laced between Brak’s, she led him to the couch, all under the watchful glare of her father.
Her dad drew a deep breath when he settled into the chair, crossing his legs at the knees. He brushed an imaginary speck off his pants. “Well, Harley?”
“Don’t be impatient, Darryl. She’ll explain. Won’t you, dear?” Her mother slid gracefully into her seat.
