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shoulders to his ass and let myself enjoy how firm and round it was for a moment. The hardness of his erection poked me in the belly, and I moved my hips in a slow circle against it. T.T.B. became more aggressive in the kiss, giving me the opening I needed.
    I reached behind him, flicked the deadbolt over, twisted the knob, and yanked the door open. I turned my face away from the kiss and swallowed. A cold draft swirled into the confines of my robe—he’d worked the belt free of its knot and spread the panels of fabric apart. The heavy, aching weight of my breasts tingled under his touch when I thrust up against his palms for a moment. “Oh hell—”
    Thirty more seconds and I’d have him on the floor. He gripped my ass, and the scent of his power wafted into the air. I bit down on his collarbone through his shirt and tucked my nose into his neck. My clit pulsed. Time to cut this off. “So, thanks for the orgasm, thanks for the breakfast, and buh-bye.” Stepping back at the same time that I shoved him in the chest as hard as I could, I disengaged our bodies and sent him over the threshold.
    I slammed the door and threw the lock over. There. Hopefully he would go away now. The taste of his lips and tongue filled my mouth and set my heart racing. I rubbed my hand over my face and ignored the wet, aching throb of my pussy, letting my head hit the wall next to the door with a thump.
    “Miranda, let me back in.” The sound of his voice was muffled but compelling. Imagining the way his magic overflowed his eyes and spun them into water-colored jewels didn’t help me resist him.
    “No. Go away, T.T.B.”
    “You need to know… There are things we need to talk about. I’m sorry about what happened.” I imagined him standing in the hall, frowning at the door. “Fine, I’ll leave for now, but I’ll be back later.” A single rap sounded through the metal before his footsteps finally receded.
    Well, of course I needed to know things. Doesn’t everyone? I had a feeling he referred to Things, and the last time a vamp had told me “things I needed to know” it hadn’t ended well for me. So I wasn’t in a hurry to hear him out. Besides, he was damned creepy powerful, and though my life chugged along not exactly as I would have liked, it was OK. I lived on my own and did pretty well. Complications like a certain tall, tanned, and blond, surfer-boy vamp were not needed. Even if he had a face like a carved Roman statue and the most talented tongue I’d ever had clasped between my thighs.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
    My alarm emitted its usual annoying, intermittent beep the next morning when I pressed the off button with a lot less force than usual. I’d already been awake for about two hours, curled up beneath my old, faded comforter. The soft, fluffy blanket provided a perfect complement to my mood. My stomach roiled as I chewed on Daniel’s words from the day before. Actually, the events of the whole day looped through my thoughts on repeat.
    My call to the office after shoving him into the hallway approached downright bizarre. My boss, Shelly, spoke to me in a voice dripping sugar, and I almost asked her who she’d been playing hide the pickle with, but I managed to control myself. She’d even told me not to worry about taking the day off, and if I needed another day to recover from the food poisoning to call her tomorrow. In fact, she gave me the day off with pay. She’d even offered to have someone deliver Gatorade because “you know how those stomach ailments make you lose electrolytes.”
    Not long after that, I found a note from Mister Home Invasion himself propped on the carton of eggs he’d bought.
    Make sure you eat some more protein today. Not just jelly beans.
    T.T.B.
    It looked like calligraphy and confirmed my suspicion about his age. He was older than dirt.
    Didn’t matter. I still wanted to see him again. Naked.
    Generally after getting groiny with a vamp, fatigue and nausea plagued me for a few