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for the job.
    Breaking the kiss, he pushed her down on the bed. With her arms tied behind her back, she was slightly helpless, something she didn’t normally allow. Once again Lance admired her body. Tall at an even five-foot-eight with her blonde hair cascading down her back, light blue eyes, lithe frame and bountiful breasts, she was the complete picture of Avera , the Darklander Graco -Roman Goddess of Love and War. When one factored in Cindy’s smarts and her killer attitude when it came to business, Lance knew this woman was more a warrior than a lover because that was what she’d convinced herself of. The fact she was a witch had thrown him for a loop. Lance wasn’t stupid. He knew there were human witches but he’d only ever caught wisps of their power at night.
    In the year they worked for the same company not once had he caught a hint of Cindy’s witch powers. Mind you in the day I’m basically a pathetic human. The knowledge of that ripped through Lance.
    Knowing Cindy was a witch and she possessed a wild side was a bonus. He was the perfect Darklander warlock for her and was bound and determined to show her that both traits co-existed within her.
    Lance shook his head. When did I start down that poetic road? Startled with his own references, Lance knew Cindy Frost had to be your typical human witch. She looked like his Goddess but he’d listened to her butcher his own last name, Papadopoulos, enough times to know she wasn’t from his world. She probably didn’t have a speck of human Greek heritage running through her veins, because for the life of her she couldn’t pronounce his last name without stumbling.
    “Turn over,” he demanded.
    More than anything Lance wanted to see Cindy’s bare ass. She always wore tight business skirts, either black or blue in color, and while they looked somewhat demure coming to rest at her knees, he’d eyed her rump every time she’d bent over. It had provided him with a remarkable view. But this view will be much better. Lance couldn’t wait to eye the plump curves of her ass cheeks.
    He watched her awkwardly move her body from her back to her belly. It wasn’t easy to do with her wrists tied together but as much as he wanted to help he couldn’t as it would ruin her fantasy.
    “On your knees.”
    “What?”
    He gave a hard smack to her ass. “I didn’t tell you to speak.”
    Fire sparked to life in her blue eyes when she turned her head to observe him. He gave her the span of ten seconds, knowing she fought with herself. Wanting it but worried she might be getting in over her head, which of course she was. Lance grinned. Her seconds were up.
    “Knees. Now,” he demanded, moving his body.
    This time she complied. She balanced her weight on her knees by spreading her legs because her wrists were tied together. Still though Lance knew the position was awkward for her.
    “What are you going to do?”
    Lance noted her tone had become breathless and erratic. He untied the silky scarves without speaking. She immediately balanced herself on the palms of her hands on the bed.
    Good girl. “Obey and enjoy.” He followed his words with a second hard smack on her ass. Lance took great delight in seeing the red outline from his hand on her cheek. He loved her gasp of feigned outrage. Behind that outrage was passion and he planned to bring her over her limit, so much so she’d be sore tomorrow. Sexually satisfied, tired and happy, he wanted to imprint every part of her lush body to ensure she didn’t forget him.
    He wanted to ram his cock into her pussy, over and over again. After all that had been his fantasy the minute he’d met the cool, level-headed woman who had made it clear to him that she thought she was better than him. Well, after tonight she could think that all she wanted. He was her fantasy lover for one night and if that was all he got from Cindy then he wasn’t about to waste one minute of it.
    “I’m going to fuck you hard because you didn’t