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The
smoldering look she flashed him made his heart race and his cock become
partially erect. “I was planning to catch a flight back to
Paris
in the morning. But I could be
persuaded to change my mind. I’ll keep you posted.”
    There was a stilted silence between them once
the bride and groom had moved on. It seemed as if both of them sensed the
undeniable attraction, yet ignored it, like the proverbial elephant in the
middle of the room. Oliver fidgeted in his chair, trying to think of something
to say to break up the monotony. He knew he should simply walk away. No use in
letting them push each other’s sexual buttons when nothing substantial would
ever become of it. After all, the last thing he needed to do was consort with
the enemy.
    Unfortunately, Anaïs’s luscious red lips and
tight, rosebud nipples, visible through the thin material of her dress, kept
his ass stuck to the seat. For the first time, he understood how men could be
enthralled by the ethereal beauty and captivating charm of the undead. This one
had certainly caught him off guard. She left him helpless under her spell. Oliver
spent the last two decades planning covert ops and ordering the cutthroat
deaths of countless vampires. Yet with Anaïs, all he yearned to do was cup her
breasts in his hands, and watch those pouty lips move up and down his rigid shaft.
    Oliver felt his cock grow painfully hard, the
proof of his arousal once again noticeable through his fitted trousers.
Suddenly, his face grew warm with embarrassment as heat snaked its way up his
cheeks. Anaïs’s eyes skimmed over his appearance, alternately moving between
his crotch and what he could only assume was a beet red face. She giggled
softly, then took his hand and pulled him to his feet.
    “Come on, lover boy. Let’s go dance before
someone catches wind of the blood rushing through your veins and sees it as an
invitation to dine.”
    This time, the music was contemporary – a slow,
sensual Luther Vandross ballad.
    Now this is more my style, Anaïs whispered in
her mind.
    Soon their limber bodies were molded together as
one. With each graceful step, they glided seamlessly across the polished wood
floor from one end to the other. Their nimble feet barely touched the ground.
Elegant and flowing, they appeared to be floating, like two translucent spirits
that had swept through the ballroom, trying their best to look inconspicuous. Oliver
had never been one to draw attention to himself. Yet how could anyone disregard
the beauty at his side? She was impossible to miss.
    Their torsos were pressed achingly close, so
much so that he could feel her hardened mounds against the broad muscles of his
chest. Anaïs’s hot breath skirted down his neck. With the vivacious beauty so
near, Oliver didn’t know quite what to do or say. Nervous as hell, he felt a
pool of sweat form along his spine as they danced, cheek to cheek. His cock,
however, seemed totally at ease, wantonly rubbing against her inner thigh. The
arm he kept draped over the vampire’s back itched to move lower, eager to graze
the luscious curves of her ass. Although he hesitated, his lack of finesse when
it came to women stopped him dead in his tracks.
    Keeping his desire on a tight leash, Oliver
fisted his hand in the swath of material that had gathered in the natural curve
of her spine. He leaned in, his utterance raw and gruff. “So you like Luther
Vandross?” he asked, trying to make casual conversation. “He’s one of my
favorites, as well.”
    All of a sudden, Anaïs’s movements came to a
standstill. She jerked her head back and cocked it to one side as if perplexed.
She squinted, her gaze narrowing in on Oliver. At the same time, her pliant
curves became stiff and rigid in his arms. “How did you know that? I never…”
    “I…um,” Oliver fumbled with the words on the tip
of his tongue. “I can read–”
    Before he could finish the sentence, Anaïs’s
raised her hand in the air, and with a swift turn of the