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Who cared about demons when she had history to discover?
"Let's go," Octavia said.
THIRTY
"It's perfect," Octavia breathed as she stepped out of the cottage. "It really is exactly as you left it. Clothes, tools..."
"Except for the black rocks around the property line. Those were white in my time," Harlow said.
"He did say something about demon blood wards..." Octavia reminded him.
"Yes, but blood is red, fading to rust, or brown. Not black..."
"Maybe demon blood is black. Or he mixed it with something. I wouldn't know the first thing about spells. Of the two I've tried to help Callie cast, neither of them actually worked, so your guess is probably as good as mine. Not that I care about spells. I'm in love with this cottage. I want to come back here during the day and photograph everything. And I want to take pictures of you wearing your old clothes from back then, too. Oh, that would be perfect..." Octavia's tongue couldn't keep up with her thoughts, they came so fast. Harlow's cottage – for he'd told her they'd built it on his land, intending to build houses for the others when they returned, which they never did – was like a dream come true.
"We could come and live here, if you like. Me and my farm...we're all yours, if you'll have us."
In the dark, she couldn't see his expression, but she knew his eyes were on her.
"Was that...did you just propose marriage, Mr Steel?"
He ducked his head. "I suppose I did. I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else, and the moment I'm alone with you, I start thinking about doing things only married people are supposed to do, so I figured..."
"The oldest building in the state still standing on twenty million dollars' worth of land, and a lifetime with the one man I'd like to do things only married people are supposed to do? What girl could refuse an offer like that?"
She couldn't say no. Not to Harlow, even though she hadn't known him long.
"You're not accepting it, either," he said.
Octavia closed her eyes. "Ask me again when I've finished the immersive. The whole point of making it is to make me feel brave, more like the other women in my family instead of just a shadow who's never done anything on her own. Never accomplished anything. When I've done it, when it's released to the public so people can know Carline's story and yours...well, as much as we're willing to tell people...then I think I might be just brave enough to take the next step."
Harlow bowed his head. "Then it is a good thing I did not make love to you the other night, or you might have felt forced into a marriage before you are ready. Waiting will be hard, but I know it will be worth it. All the more reason to help you finish your project, as the sooner it is done, the sooner you might be ready to consider doing...other things."
Octavia couldn't help it. She laughed. "Oh, I might not be ready to marry you, but I'm definitely ready for sex. In fact...everyone's at Bell House tonight. There'll be no one in the café, and I have a bed..."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
THIRTY-ONE
In the studio, they found a big box of condoms on the bed with a note from Rochelle and Ben. "Have fun," was all it said.
Harlow had Octavia wet, naked and begging for more before she could think, and then she couldn't think, for he was there between her thighs, hot and hard and wearing a condom that looked like it had ridges down its length. A lot like the vibrator in her bottom drawer. Not to mention an extra bulge near the base that looked like...
The knowing look in his eyes told her everything. He'd watched every moment that night, when she thought she'd been alone. If only he'd joined her in bed then...
The head of his cock was hotter and harder than any machine. Bigger, too, but she wasn't afraid of that now. This was Harlow, and she wanted everything he could give her.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, stroking her clit.
God, she was going to come again if he kept that up. And she didn't want to until he was buried deep inside her, all the way.
"Yes. Please!" she begged.
With one long, slow thrust that seemed to go on forever, he entered her.
Octavia held her breath, moaning as each ridge bumped along inside her, stretching her beyond anything she'd ever felt before. So full, and still he kept coming, until she felt the extra bulge bump her clit.
