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behind with your sweet pale ass on display, while I,” he swiped her again. “Eat you out.”
    The image had just settled in her mind, her ass in the air, Bruce’s black eyes boring into her exposed cunt as he buried his mouth against her flesh, and Agent Wilcox taking her from behind, when Bruce pushed the end of his finger into her ass. Willow squealed. Bruce clamped down on her clit and flicked wildly.
    His thumb entered her channel. He rubbed the thin membrane between her anus and her pussy, driving her higher. She lifted her hips, thrusting against Bruce’s face. Darkness crowded the edges of her vision, exploding bright red and white behind her lids when she closed them. She sank into the eager murmur of his approval and her own body’s demand for release.
    Bruce’s teeth grazed her swollen nub. Willow convulsed. She bit back a scream, but the noise still carried, loud enough to fill the room.
    “That’s more like it,” Bruce soothed.
    Willow looked down at him. “I want you inside me, right now.”
    Bruce winked. “But honey, we’re in the office.” He stood, casually took a tissue from the box on her desk, and wiped his lips. “Boy, am I thirsty.”
    Willow blushed to her scalp.
    “Do you want a coffee?” he offered.
    She nodded, not really sure how to bridge the awkwardness of her blatant announcement and his teasing.
    “I’ll get you one. Then I’m calling Agent Wilcox and inviting him over to your place for dinner tonight.”
    Willow gasped. “You are not .”
    He swung the door open. “No, I won’t, but you’re so ready right now. I think you’d keep both of us busy all night long.”
    “Bruce. For fuck’s sake, that’s my sister. Get a room,” Sage bellowed from down the hall.
     * * * *
    The next day, Willow waited for Austyn outside Art History. Students filed passed her and Willow hugged her books to her chest like many of them. She knew she looked like she fit in, even though she’d graduated a couple of years ago. That would be thanks to those ever youthful faery genes she possessed.
    Finally, Austyn slipped out. Willow grinned and linked arms with her. “So are you ready for the Egyptian artifacts exam?”
    “So ready,” Austyn said, drawing out the so .
    “You suck. I’m not at all ready. I can’t seem to keep all the little scarab representations separate. And the variations on Anubis? I might as well pack it in,” Willow moaned.
    “I told you I’d help.”
    “I know, but we haven’t exactly had a lot of time to hang out this week,” Willow complained.
    “Come over.”
    “Today?”
    “Yeah. My dad’s working late, and we can have the chef make whatever we want for dinner. You can spend the night and we’ll cram all night long,” Austyn enthused. “Hell, stay all weekend for a full on study-fest. You’ll be ready for Monday’s final. And if you aren’t, I bought some Ritalin…”
    Willow shook her head. “No, no drugs. That stuff messes you up, bad. Just promise me you’ll keep that Chihuahua of yours away.”
    “Aw, Peanut only wants to love on you.”
    Willow snorted. “Peanut wants to whiz on my leg, that’s what Peanut wants.”
    “I’ll keep him away,” Austyn promised, holding her hand up as though making a solemn oath.
    Weekends at the Felix mansion always made her nervous. Bruce’s faery presence quelled her faery nature. Without him, she’d risk morphing into wooden things all weekend long. That would be tough to explain. Still, she’d managed it before.
    “We could make it a weekend group study,” Willow suggested. Not only could she possibly bring Bruce along, but the others would keep Austyn busy while Willow went on an archeological hunt through the Felix manor.
    Austyn’s nose wrinkled. “Dad wouldn’t be cool with that.”
    Willow shrugged like it didn’t matter one way or the other to her. “Okay. Just you and me all weekend. Sounds like fun.”
    “Studying fun? You have a weird sense of what fun means. I think we’ll