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body tightened, his dick lengthening and hardening against the zipper of his jeans. Then Tory turned and Michael almost swallowed his tongue.
    Dipping her head under the shower head, she arched her back, thrusting small, perky breasts into the air. Involuntarily, his hands rose, reaching for those mounds and the cherry-tipped nipples proudly on display. Barely taller than a pixie, Tory was mostly long sleek legs, legs he wanted wrapped around him.
    Groaning softly, Michael clenched his fists, forcing them back down to his sides. What he wouldn’t give to drop to his knees, burying his face in the blonde curls shielding her sex; to free his dick and sink into bliss. Harder than steel and pulsing with need, his dick more than agreed. But his brain, the sliver not blood deprived, recognized something was wrong with the scene before him, and he desperately clung to that thought.
    Then it hit him.
    “Why the hell aren’t you where I left you, safe within the circle of protection?” he bellowed, causing Tory to let loose a shriek, her hands jerking in a vain attempt to shield her nakedness from his view. But her image had been burned into his mind and Michael already recognized what a lost cause it was. He would have her, of which there was no doubt. The question was would he be able to keep her?
    Eyes wide, Tory stared at him, and Michael wondered if maybe he had been right when he’d first believed her to be dim-witted. It would just be his luck. There was little he found more irritating than stupidity and incompetence. His time with her would be doomed before it ever even began.
    “Get me a towel,” she finally snapped, and when he didn’t jump to do her bidding, Tory added, “Now.”
    For such a little thing, she sure had balls.
    “Well, don’t just stand there.”
    Michael barely suppressed the grin from breaking free. “Maybe if you asked nicely I would be more inclined to do your bidding. Otherwise, I can continue to enjoy the view.”
    Michael was pretty certain he could hear her teeth grinding from across the bathroom. “Please.”
    “Oh, you can do better than that,” he purred in delight as her eyes narrowed. Apparently she was neither stupid nor timid, just in need of training, and Michael was more than up for the challenge.
    “Please,” Tory repeated, her softer, breathier tone going straight to his dick.
    Michael reached for the towel resting on the edge of the sink before moving across the small space, stopping out of her reach, forcing Tory to leave the confines of the shower stall and come to him. Then, instead of handing it to her, Michael wrapped the towel around her shoulders. His fingers lingered over her satiny skin, sliding down her arms as his gaze held hers.
    Desire leapt between them, her eyes darkening under his steady perusal. Michael couldn’t resist bending his head, capturing her lips gently. A soft moan escaped her, parting her lips and allowing his tongue access to the wet cavern. With a slow sweep, Michael tasted Tory, a mixture of honey and vanilla, a taste he could easily become addicted to.
    As the flame burned bright, licking across his skin in waves of intense heat, the kiss grew demanding, and Michael pulled Tory against him, her damp skin clinging to his T-shirt, her puckered nipples grazing his chest. It took every ounce of control Michael had not to bend his head and suck one of those little beads into his mouth.
    Dragging his lips from hers, Michael moved to her ear, capturing the lobe between his teeth before whispering, “Why did you leave the protective circle, Tory?”
    “Because it is daylight,” came her fevered reply, and Michael couldn’t fault her reasoning. Demons were unable to tolerate the sun. It burned them to ashes. But while he couldn’t fault her reasoning, he didn’t have to like it.
    “If you and I are going to work, when I tell you to do something, you must obey, Tory. No arguments. You must do what you are told.”
    Tory jerked away from him