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herself. “Stop wriggling like that or I might forget my good intentions and lay you out on the floor and give you the fucking both of us need.” She stilled so fast it was comical. “Say it. Admit you want me.”
        “Never,” she said through gritted teeth. “I don’t want you. Your kissing is acceptable but nothing special. I felt nothing . You’ve had your kiss and you’ve had your answer. Now you can leave.”
    His eyes narrowed on her. “Your pussy’s not wet for me?”
    “No.”
    “Liar.” He slid his hand beneath the waistband of her pants and her panties. She gasped as he covered her mound. He groaned. “Your panties are soaked.” He maneuvered his fingers around the triangle of cloth and rubbed her plump engorged clit. She bit her lip. He circled the moist flesh, flicking it with his finger. “Want me to stop?”
    She whimpered. “Sean, please….”
    “God, I like the sound of my name on your lips. Want to hear it when I’m buried to the hilt in this sweet pussy.” He thrust two fingers inside her welcoming cunt and just like that she climaxed, her hips jerking. She clung to his shoulders, moaning his name and cursing at the same time. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. When she’d calmed, he removed his fingers and licked them clean as she watched. She was sweet and tangy and he wanted to taste her from the source.
    She climbed off him slowly. “I think you should go now.”
    He’d pushed her enough for tonight. He nodded and stood. At the door he turned back to look at her. She was staring off into space. “My room is next door if you need me.” She closed her eyes at his words.
    He entered his hotel suite. His cock was killing him. He struggled to lower his zipper and took himself in his hand. Leaning against the door, he stroked his rigid length, wishing he were buried in Mystique. He recalled her taste, the sight of her tight nipples pressed against her shirt, the feel of the tight clasp of her cunt. He exploded, hot cum flowing over his fingers as he groaned Mystique’s name.
    “Shit,” he muttered. He hadn’t masturbated this much since he’d been a teen. He made his way to the shower to clean himself.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Mystique shivered. She’d known letting him in was a bad idea. His asking for permission to enter only reinforced what she knew about him. As a witch, he couldn’t have entered without her invite.
    But she’d realized the truth of his words. If she didn’t learn to loosen up around him, they were going to have to reshoot all of their scenes. She didn’t want that. Soon they would be shooting one of the love scenes. After tonight, she hated to think what would happen when they did.
    She couldn’t believe how horribly wrong this evening had gone. He was a witch, damn it. She knew better than most what a mistake cavorting with their kind could be. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes and rocked back and forth. What to do? She’d never been so turned on in her life. They hadn’t even begun shooting the scenes she dreaded most. How would she be able to resist him for months?
    She needed advice. There was only one place to turn. Only one person she knew of would know how to break the spell he had over her.
    Biting her lip, she picked up her phone and dialed her mother.
    “This is Meadow Gray. How may I help you?”
    “Meadow, this is Mystique.”
    There was a long pause. “Yes. I assume it’s important for you to call.”
    She swallowed. Their relationship was strained at best. “That wasn’t my choice.”
    “Let’s not rehash the past. What has you calling?”
    “I’m starring in a movie with a witch.”
    “Bring him to me,” Meadow said eagerly.
    She rolled her eyes. “It’s not that simple. He’s famous.”
    “That doesn’t matter to me!”
    “Meadow, listen!” She took a deep breath to calm herself. “I’ve had dreams about him,” she said slowly. “I think I may be his…soul mate.” She closed her