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enjoyed her alter ego; tall and skinny with a great set of legs.
    Kicking off her pumps, she padded barefoot into her living room, the clear spruce wood floor hidden partially by a thick white shag rug. She loved the open space without knickknacks or clutter, just a pair of matching white leather couches, a large, flat screen television, a slim bookshelf with a handful of magical tomes, and a glass table upon which sat a crystal ball, a ball that currently flashed. Unlike the gypsies and seers, hers didn’t act as a portal to view the future; instead, hers acted as a magical version of an answering machine. She only needed to place a hand on it to play back her messages.
    “Evangeline, are you there? Hello? Evangeline? Stupid machine. It’s your mother, call me.”
    Beep . Next message.
    “Eva! Oh, by Satan’s horns, are you never home? You had better be at that dress shop for your fitting on Friday or I am so going to send a demon after you.”
    Evangeline rolled her eyes at her sister’s message. Not another dress fitting. I’d rather baste for a while over the flames of hell. Hmm, given who her sister’s fiancé was, that could very well happen if she didn’t show up. Crap.
    Beep.
    A high-pitched voice spoke next. “This message is for Wicked Incorporated. I am in need of the services of a witch of your caliber. If interested in making an obscene amount of money, please meet me at... ”
    Evangeline scrambled for a pen and paper to write down the instructions. She recognized both the address and the voice. The speaker wasn’t kidding when he said she’d make an obscene amount of money. She’d worked for him before. She wondered what he needed this time. Last time, he’d wanted her to turn a pony into a unicorn for his daughter’s birthday, a huge success, even if it resulted in a flood of calls from others asking for more party favors. Of course, most of them had politely hung up when she mentioned her going rate, which didn’t bother her, as she had no interest in being some kind of parlor trick for spoiled brats.
    As she thought up ways to spend the money she’d soon mak e, she readied for bed. Alone. But I could have had some company. For some reason, the stranger from the bar popped into her head—more specifically the shifter’s big, very masculine body. What she wouldn’t give right now to have that male body with her in bed, naked of course. She’d noticed the bulging muscles that rippled under his clothes. She did so like a big man, problem was they usually preferred someone more delicate than her. Someone like her alter ego. He’d sure seemed interested in getting to know her ice queen persona more intimately. And in retrospect, she couldn’t deny she would have enjoyed seeing the behemoth wearing nothing but a smirk.
    I wonder if his shaft is as thick as the rest of him. Evangeline very much liked a well-endowed man. Wicked or not, a witch had needs. Carnal needs. Needs sometimes only a man, or at least his cock, could satisfy.
    With a squirm of arousal, she slid her hands under the covers and pulled off her damp panties. Masturbation wasn’t new for her and would ease the ache in her cleft. Without shame, or a second thought, she slid her fingers through her trimmed curls and found her clit. After wetting her index finger with her own juices, she stroked her sensitive nub and closed her eyes in pleasure. For a naughty visual, she imagined the shifter’s heavy frame poised above her, the muscles in this arms tensing as he held himself up, the tip of his cock poised against her sex. He’d dip his head down and suck on her breasts, his unshaved jaw abrading her soft skin.
    Evangeline sighed and her finger rubbed more quickly. She slid two fingers from her free hand into her wet pussy, the slickness and heat exciting her. Biting her lip, she imagined the feel of his prick sliding between her thighs straight into her damp sheath, his thickness stretching her and filling her. Her muscles