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the cookie in two and lick a the chocolate part, closing my eyes to savor the rich treat. When I open my eyes, Charlie is looking at me like I’m a cookie, and he wants to take a bite out of me.

“What?” I bluster to hide my uncontrollable flush.

“That is disgusting,” he sniffs.

I wrinkle my nose, trying to think of a witty response.

“And rather cute.” His voice is deep and dark and delicious as chocolate.

My insides turn gooey, and I bite back a giggle. Fork, am I flirting? “Thanks again for buying groceries,” I say softly, giving the cookie another lick.

He lounges in my kitchen chair, all arrogance. “Well, you’ll need them, so you can cook for me.”

“I don’t really know how to cook.” Not exactly a witty comeback, but my vampire keeper needs to know.

“Well, I guess you’ll be learning that along with magic. You’ll have to study hard and prove to me you can handle working that job and still achieve the level of competency I need from you.”

I start to roll my eyes and yawn wide enough to crack my jaw. The clock reads three in the morning.

“You may go on to bed,” he pronounces his authoritative tone.

“Are you in charge of my bedtime, too?”

“I’m in charge of all of you, little mortal.” His gaze rakes up and down my body, and suddenly all my clothes feel too tight. I’m suddenly greedy with the desire for him to take charge immediately. Which is a bad plan all around. What is it about this vampire that makes my IQ plummet and my SQ rocket?

Unable to make an intelligent response, I flee to the bedroom.

Chapter 7

Charlie

The little mortal is trying to escape. Adorable. I flash to her bedroom, materializing on the edge of her bed in a casual, observer’s pose, one leg crossed over the opposite knee. Like a patron settled in to watch a show. I will watch her undress, just to remind her who’s in charge.

Aurelia doesn’t realize I’m here. She has her back to me, her shirt off, revealing the ropy muscles of her slender back. She unbuttons her pants and shucks them, tossing them in the hamper. She has simple gray cotton panties on, but they couldn’t look more erotic, clinging to her muscular ass, showing enough cheek to thicken my cock.

She turns and shrieks when she sees me, clutching her pajama top to her chest. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Watching the show.” I wait for the fury. I’m looking forward to it, really.

Instead she stands stock still, rubbing her lips together, her breastbone lifting and lowering at a rapid pace. Oh Lord. She’s turned on. “Get out,” she whispers, but her voice holds no conviction. The way her eyes skitter down to my crotch and linger, I half expect her to take it back.

“You don’t need to put that on.” I indicate the pajama top. “I don’t mind sleeping with you that way.”

“You...” she spits. “You aren’t sleeping with me.” Her expression grows uncertain. “I don’t want you in here.”

“Your scent tells me differently.”

She snaps her eyes to mine. “What?”

“Admit it, Aurelia. Your naughty parts are tingling right now.”

A flush spreads across her cheeks and down her neck. “What do you want from me?” she demands.

“Come here,” I murmur. Her feet begin to move, and I celebrate the tiny victory. When she’s close enough, I snatch the skimpy pj top from her hands, dropping it on the floor.

She jerks and covers her breasts with her forearms.

I grip her wrists and pull her arms away from her chest, pinning them down by her sides. “You have a lovely pair of breasts,” I tell her, my fangs lengthening.

The fresh bloom of her arousal fills the bedroom. Is she more turned on from my commands, the physical restraint or the sight of my fangs growing long for her.

“Please,” she manages, her voice cracking.

I lift my gaze from my study of her breasts to her face, tickling her skin.

“Please, Charlie…”

“I like it when you beg,” I murmur.

The scent of desire grows stronger. “Please.”

I lift her wrists and place her hands on her head. “Keep your hands right here, love. Show me you can obey.”

She swallows, pupils blown. “What do I get if I obey?” Her voice sounds husky and smooth.

I hook my thumbs in her panties and slowly drag them down her thighs. Her thighs twitch together, and I watch in fascination as a droplet of moisture trickles from her pussy. I gather it with my fingertip and