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"Good, I’ree, that you understand"

He stepped into her and put his hand on her right hip, very lightly He held her gaze "We should take it very sloould like that"

He would like that? What was shehere?

Then he dipped down to her and she felt those sensual lips, now very ht ear He kissed her thenslow line down her neck, down and down, onto her shoulder and down to the mound of her breast Very slow, he sent

When she weaved on her feet and her an to understand he was thinking of so else entirely Just like aover her in a heavy ocean-like wave, so that she didn’t even protest, not when he rose up and rubbed her lips with his thumb

"Open your mouth, chérie" Another command, and dammit, she obeyed him

He slid his thumb inside and her knees buckled But he was a quick vaht her around her waist Then he did thehis thu back in a slow, deep rhythroaned and released a ind of his coffee scent, heavy with all that wasslow line up to her ear Once there, he said, "I want you sucking rave;s lentement Chérie, would you do that forue dipped into her ear and he Frenched her slowly in a rhythm with his thumb so that she was close, so close She moaned and sucked harder

But much to her intense frustration, he dreay froo, chérie, but ill finish this, oh-so-slohen the night’s work is done, ça va?"

She nodded Her lips felt bruised they were so swollen She blinked up at hiht kiss on her lips Then he backed away froainst the wall He stared at the floor

She understood, or thought she did Arousal was very different for a e as Jean-Pierre He needed tiear and head out to slaughter death vampires An erection wasn’t easily concealed with a kilt

She needed some space herself, and some air Maybe a bucket of cold water would help She smiled and with a little off-site telekinesis, she put a washcloth from Jean-Pierre’s sink under a flow of tap water A ht the damp washcloth into her hand

She immediately placed it at the back of her neck

She heard him chuckle, then she looked at hi it at hiain He unfolded the cloth and put it over his face

"And your hair is sticking out in a ridiculous hed a little ht it in her hand She loved his seous teeth He closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath A split second later he wore black leather battle gear He lifted his now very bare and supremely muscled arms to pop the cadroen and take command of the mass of his hair

Okay, this was so not fair, to be presented with so ht gear but that black leather kilt just did it for her Of course, it helped to look like Jean-Pierre from head to foot

She forced herself to remain where she was, she worked hard at it, because all she could think was that she wanted her hands under that kilt, she wanted to fall on her knees and savor what he’d asked her to savor slowly just a few o

"Your beautiful patisserie scent, chérie Mon Dieu!"

"Jean-Pierre, don’t take this the wrong way, but I really wish you would leave right now and please don’t come over here and touch me Okay?"

"Fiona, look at aze

He looked so serious, but then a very sneaky smile curved the corner of his mouth "Slowly," he said

Then he moved with preternatural speed, crossed to her, kissed her, then left the room

The bastard!

But she smiled as she touched her lips He was a tease andbut then he would smile and disarm her, keep her off balance And the real proble to keep their relationship headed in the right direction … as in a very necessary eventual separation

Just not tonight, when she would return hoht ait in the grid room You okay with that?"

She drew in a deep breath and nodded She knehat he was really asking The grid roo to the inevitable battle Was she up to listening to it? Of course she was But as she headed to the door, she halted

This time, her man was in the battle

Sometimes the attack comes from the shadows,

But a clear eye, unfettered by fears, will always recognize the enemy

--Collected Proverbs, Beatrice of Fourth

Chapter 10

Jean-Pierre folded to Copán Two, Honduras Hu in the air, so different froreen everywhere

He folded his sword into his hand He heard laughing in the distance, deep hter

Gideon was beside hi

Thirty-two Militia Warriors ranged behind them both

Gideon looked at him "Let et stronger, to battle better Do you understand, Warrior?"

Another pissing contest Jean-Pierre stared at the Militia Warrior Section Leader Although Jean-Pierre felt a bristling down his back, what Gideon said made sense There would be no reason for him not to observe at a distance

"As you wish" He could always engage the battle when he was needed

He slipped into the thick vegetation Gideon lifted his left arnal for forward movement