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covered with a binder full of menus and local business information, and finally, the one large bed in the middle of the room.
    It was bigger than any bed he’d ever seen. His mother’s “husband” didn’t even have a bed that large, not that he needed it. The only time that useless piece of shit slept in his own bed was when he was ill. The rest of the nights, he played musical beds.
    “You could probably fit four of me on this bed,” John said, perching on the edge of it while Ariel extracted a toiletry case from her bag.
    “One of you at a time is probably enough,” she said with a giggle as she set the case on the dresser top. She unzipped it and rummaged through the contents. “Hmm.”
    “Hmm what?”
    “I guess it’s been a while. Shouldn’t be surprised I don’t have any.”
    “Any what?”
    “Condoms.”
    His jaw fell slack. “Condoms?”
    “Yes.” She performed a slow nod and leaned her backside against the dresser, pushing her lips up into a smirk. “Condoms. Familiar with those? Ancient concept.”
    That made him laugh. “I’m probably familiar with a lot of things I shouldn’t be, although I can’t say I have any personal experience with those.”
    Her smirk snapped in as if she’d released the tension on a rubber band. He’d stunned her.
    “You’re a virgin.”
    He raised his shoulders. He wasn’t exactly ashamed of it, and it wasn’t that he’d
tried
to be chaste all those years. If it’d been up to him, he would have been sowing his oats for years. Still …
    “Virgin doesn’t necessarily mean inexperienced.”
    The expression on her face suggested rather plainly that she didn’t believe him.
    He waved her forward. “Come here.”
    “Why?”
    “Come on,” he crooned. “You picked up a hitchhiker but now you’re suddenly apprehensive?” He made that
come here
gesture
with his hands just as she had earlier, and this time she took the few steps forward to bridge the gap between them. He rewarded her for it by pressing his hands against her belly and sliding them up to her fabric-covered breasts, mounding them beneath his hands and squeezing just until she sucked in a breath.
    “You know … ” He grazed his thumbs over her protruding nipples and pressed them in.
    She pressed her body closer into the open V of his legs, bracing her thighs against his swelling arousal.
    “We don’t have to get naked to have fun.”
    She shuddered as he dipped one hand into the warmth of her shorts and tickled the front of her panties. So hot and already so moist. His self-control was exceptional, but he began, suddenly, to feel that perhaps this engagement in foreplay would have them going too far.
    He scoffed at the thought. What did it matter to him? He was half-incubus. One part of him more than anything wanted to reach out to that basest part of her existence and suck the well dry — to take from her everything that was carnal and sensual and leave nothing there for anyone else. To take the very point of life from her.
    The other part of him said, “This is a lovely, intelligent woman who just wants to be touched. She doesn’t deserve Hell for that.”
    “What’s wrong?” she asked, her euphoric expression wilting as she locked her gaze onto his. He’d stopped rubbing.
    He wrapped his arms around her waist and lay back onto the bed, taking her down with him so her soft curves lay pressed against his body. “Absolutely nothing.”
    Her lips pressed against his and he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her tongue’s tip lapping around the edges of his lips, and reeling from the sound of her breath speeding as she kissed him. He hissed upon scenting her arousal — stronger than anything he’d ever experienced, although she was probably no more turned on than any woman he’d petted with in the past.
    It was something Gulielmus had done to him, he was guessing. He seemed to have a hyperawareness of everything about her, and instinctively knew that if he squeezed her ass