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more confusing thing on an already perplexing day.
    “You’re cute when you’re angry.” He started to tug at her clothes.
    “Stop that!” Josephine slapped at his hands. The last thing she needed was to be naked with Alaric. He had a way of changing her mind with a simple caress.
    Alaric appeared unfazed. Instead he lifted her skirts in one move and pressed his body to hers. “Why?”
    Oh no . “Because…” Why do I want dick when I really want to be over you?
    “Bad answer.” He pushed her up against a nearby wall.
    She could feel his covered cock up against her stomach. “Alaric, we need to talk.”
    “After we fuck.” His hands cupped her ass, and he lifted her up until she was pinned against the wooden paneling.
    Josephine entwined her legs instinctively around his waist. “I won’t be able to concentrate then.”
    “Exactly.” His lips were an inch from hers. “Unzip me.”
    “No.” And yet her hands rested just above his waistband.
    “Come on, baby, you know you want cock.”
    As crude as that sounded, it made Josephine feel hot all over.
    Yeah, I want cock . She had lived for months without feeling that heated fullness between her thighs. But Josephine didn’t want to make The Vampire’s Bride
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    this easy for him. She was not going to have Alaric think she would immediately do as he said.
    He smiled at her, his fangs gleaming white. “You’re the least easy person I know.”
    “Are you reading my mind?” That could be very dangerous. He knew too much about her already.
    “I wish I could. Then I’d have all the answers to please you.”
    Josephine was surprised at the sincerity in his eyes. “Is that important?” Was it more than just the house that he loved?
    Alaric nodded. “More than you’ll ever realize, baby. Please let me in.”
    It was the “please” that did it. Her fingers tugged down on his zip.
    His cock jumped out. Alaric wasted no time in positioning her body so he could plunge inside her cunt with one single thrust. Josephine moaned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “W-W-We have to stop doing this.”
    “Why?” Alaric slammed in and out of her body.
    “Because, um…” It was hard to think of reasons when the most delightful friction was sending tremors of pleasure up her spine. “We have to talk about stuff—serious stuff.” Josephine doubted they had ever had one serious moment together. Normally it was just fun and sex. While that was amazing, she wanted to know where her life would go with someone who would never age and if he could even commit to her, without wandering off as he previously had, in whatever future they had together.
    “So talk.”
    Her head banged up against the wall as he banged into her. “Not now. I can’t focus on anything but you.”
    “Is that so bad?” He leaned in and kissed her.
    Josephine sighed against his lips. “After all these months, you just expect everything to be the same.”
    “Yes, because I love you.”
    Everything always seemed simple for him. “Oh, Alaric…”

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    “And you love me.”
    Josephine didn’t get a chance to answer.
    “Oh dear!” Polly Patrick, housekeeper to Maverick House, appeared. Her mouth dropped open on seeing them.
    Josephine felt herself blush ten different shades of red. “Hi, Polly.”
    The chatelaine of the house was a large, buxom woman who dyed her hair vivid red. If Josephine had to guess, she would have said Polly was anywhere in age between thirty-seven and ninety-seven.
    She dressed like a teenager in bright, out-of-control colors, yet she had the mind of a sage. Polly alternatively terrified and fascinated Josephine.
    The older woman closed her mouth and smiled, her eyes riveted on Josephine’s face as if anywhere else would be too hard to deal with. “Always good to see you, dear.”
    “Oh hell, Polly. Of all the times to show up,” Alaric growled.
    “Keep your pants on—I mean, calm down. How was I to know you were shagging a guest in