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moments with a magical spell. The coffee never tasted this good, though, when she made it appear with magic.
    As her cover story, she pretended to be in sales , which allowed her to travel without question. She could be gone from the neighborhood for days at a time when ceremonies were in order or she needed to attend the rare coven meeting.
    Witches preferred a solitary lifestyle. At least, that's what Marissa had been raised to believe by her mother , and she'd stuck with that truth. She used her magical kiss for sexual satisfaction, like her mother had. In fact, her conception had been a very well-timed and pre-planned seduction with a prime male specimen. Poof! Nine months later, Marissa came into the world.
    Not once did she remember her mother looking for more than a faceless sex partner. Her mother had convinced her humans were good for a fuck every now and then, but not much else. Her mother took her satisfaction when necessary. For Marissa, the arrangement had grown less than satisfactory.
    If witches were meant to be alone, then why did she feel the pull to find a more permanent relationship?
    "Marissa," a familiar voice rumbled behind her.
    What was Justin doing here? How did he find her? She held her breath. In a matter of moments he would come into view. What emotions would she see in his expression? Disgust? Hatred? Butterflies mounted an attack on her insides. Since accepting the bet, this was the first time she regretted her decision. She gripped her coffee cup as if it were a life raft.
    Justin slid into the seat across from her. The muscles rippled under his t-shirt as he reached for the sugar packets. "Is it okay if I join you?" He, too, had a cup of coffee, but he'd chosen a donut as a companion for it.
    "I guess so." Where did her usual over-confidence go? Incredibly, the burn of a blush crept into her cheeks. She never blushed.
    He shook two packets of sugar, tore them open, and dumped them into his coffee. "Why did you run away last night?"
    Memories of riding his cock filled her brain. The hot, thick slide of him. She blinked and bit her lip. "What do you want me to say? It was nice."
    He quirked a brow. " It was nice?" He stretched and settled his arms on the back of the booth seat. "Yikes, you sure know how to bring a guy down." His gaze sought out hers. "I would say it was a little more than 'nice,' but what do I know? Clearly, I'm not the first guy you've done that to."
    Lord, he just really laid it all out on the table, didn't he? Got right to the core of it. "I've never tied anyone down to a bar before, if that's what you're getting at."
    He smiled, and his eyes grew dark. "That was a first for me, too." He cleared his throat. "Look, I know your game. John and I have been watching you for months. You take a different guy home every night. But the thing is, Marissa . . . ." He let out a breath. "The thing is, when I see those guys the next day or even the day after, they don't remember you. They act as if they've never seen you before. I don't know what you're doing to them . . . drugs, or something else . . . but why can I remember everything?" He ran his tongue along the edge of his teeth and waited for her answer.
    Marissa flashed back to last ni ght. An image of him with his tongue in her pussy filled her mind. He was right. He remembered it all, and here he was, not frightened of her, not afraid of what they'd done together. Instead, he was asking her why his experience had been different. Her shame at the demands she'd made of him came bubbling to the surface. Her fears of rejection. Her confusion about what loving someone really meant. It wasn't just sex, it was something more. But how did she move from great sex to a great relationship? She had no idea.
    It would be easier to give up and deal with what she understood. She could kiss Justin right here, right now and have him one last time before she'd have to give him up permanently. She could return to the solitary witch life she knew and