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growled when I nipped his ear. “Give over, Gloriana. Let me take care of you again. It’s always been my pleasure to do so.” He met my lips with his, kissing his way into my mouth until I sighed and let my tongue tangle with his.
    My Jerry. I grasped his hair and felt the edge of the worktable when he sat me on top of it. He leaned me back until I lay on it, then trailed his fangs along my jugular until I moaned and tried to press them into the vein.
    “Drink from me, Jerry.”
    “No, lass, you’re too weak. Take from me.” His hands were on my breasts as he angled his neck to within an inch of my mouth. “Please. Let me help you heal properly.”
    I knew I shouldn’t take anything from Jerry. It was opening a door. A slippery slope and all that. What about my independence? But this was my sire. Vamps just can’t say no to their sires, or at least that’s what I told myself.
    So I settled in. He tasted like everything wonderful and familiar and what I needed to be whole again. By the time I came up for air, I could fight a hundred Westwood kids. Which was just as well, because it turns out Vivien wasn’t an only child.

Three

    “Feel better?” Jerry sat beside me on the table.
    “Like new.” I jumped off, then pulled off my sweater. “Check out my back. Is it healed?” I turned around, then felt his fingers trace the spot where I’d been hit.
    “You seem fine.” His finger slid down to the edge of my bra. “But I’d better make a more thorough examination.” He deftly opened the clasp.
    “I don’t think that’s necessary.” I grabbed my bra to keep it from falling off. “I wasn’t hit anywhere else.” His arms wrapped around me. “Jerry, stop. I’m not doing this.”
    “Why not? I can lock the door. This is your shop. No one will bother us.” He put his hands over mine, both of us holding my breasts. “I’ve missed you, Gloriana. Missed touching you.” His breath was warm against my neck. “Tasting you.” His fangs slid lightly along my throat.
    “Jerry.” I sighed, almost admitting how much I’d missed him . I closed my eyes and leaned back. I hated being so weak with him. All my resolutions, all my vows of independence were so much talk when it came to actually saying no to Jerry. He slipped one of his hands inside the waistband of my jeans to stroke my stomach. Oh, give me strength. When he eased his fingers into the Promised Land, I gasped and clutched his arms. My panties had been damp since I’d seen him come through the door.
    “Shall I lock the door?” His voice was deep, his breath tickling my ear.
    “Mmm.” His arousal pressed against me. He wanted me, had always wanted me. And wasn’t that an ego boost to a woman who had too much junk in her personal trunk? I wiggled against him and he groaned.
    “I’ll take that as a yes.” He locked it with a glance, then plunged his fingers into me and bit my earlobe. The combo was enough to make me shudder and reach back to grab his ass. I held him tight, wild for him.
    “Yes.” I let go and opened my jeans, sliding them and my panties down. I heard his zipper as I leaned over so he could spread my legs. My jeans were stuck down near my calves because I still had on those damned boots.
    “Yes.” Jerry held my breast with one hand while he surged into me from behind. He gripped my inner thigh to keep me from toppling over.
    The pressure was exquisite torture as he found his place and his rhythm. I reached out, grabbed a shelf and held on. The shelf wobbled and sweaters tumbled to the concrete floor. I didn’t care. I was too focused on how, um, wow this felt to worry about my storeroom.
    “Jerry!” I shrieked as I lost my grip on the shelf. Jerry tugged me against him and sat on the table with me on his lap. The new position did it for me, and Jerry clapped his hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming the building down when I came.
    At least one of us had remembered there was a roomful of people on the other side