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on. Her fingers dug into his chest as she moaned, releasing six years of sexual frustration all over him.
    Dominic let out a strangled gasp as she clawed him, but continued to thrust into her. They carried on for who knows how long, until Hannah forced Dominic to his climax with a gyrating frenzy that brought on a final orgasm for her as well. They both went rigid from the strain, calling out in ecstasy together.
    Hannah collapsed into Dominic’s arms, sighing in blissful exhaustion. She chuckled to herself. I’ll have to call Miranda tomorrow .
     

 
    H annah yawned as she stretched out on her bed in Coven’s Grove. She smiled into her pillow, remembering her last night in San Antonio. Dominic had been amazing. So amazing, in fact, that she tingled just thinking about him. God, I’m such a sap . It hadn’t even been two days since she’d come back to the mansion, and she was already longing for him.
    The smell of hot tea helped her roll out of bed and shuffle into the kitchen. “Mmm... liquid heaven,” she mumbled, filling her favorite stoneware mug to the brim. The woody aroma of her steaming cup permeated the cozy cottage. She had missed this. She always missed the warm cherry wood and flagstone in her living room, and the heavily padded sofas and chairs that surrounded the hearth when she was on the road. That was only part of it, though. She missed the luxuries of her creations just as much. The tea leaves in her drink had been cultivated in her greenhouse over the past four years, and were close to perfection. Miranda and Rhea had told her several times that the tea was more than ready for market, but Hannah wasn’t convinced. The plants needed a bit more time to achieve the taste she was looking for.
    Hannah sat down at her computer table, and punched up the address Dominic had given her for the protest he and his friends were going to participate in. She took a sip of her tea as she waited for the listings to pop up. Almost there, she thought, taking in the crisp flavor.
    The screen loaded with images of Dongle Tower, the latest monstrosity to distort Oklahoma City’s skyline. Hannah had known the address looked familiar. The monolith of glass and steel towered over the other buildings in the downtown area, and had many similarities to an underarm deodorant dispenser.
    Of course, Hannah thought, shaking her head. The fracking .
    The natural gas mogul who owned the giant corporation was none other than Henry F. Dongle—a douchebag of the highest order. He’d made it his company’s mission to poison almost every water source in Oklahoma. The chemicals they were pumping into the ground was a recipe for disaster to the environment, and, by extension, the people living here. Coven’s Grove had been fighting them off for years. Before Hannah had come to Coven’s Grove, a huge repository of oil and gas had been discovered on the hundred and sixty acres Miranda had purchased some decades past. Over the years, Miranda had been able to prevent the oil companies from drilling, but their persistence never waned, and, every year, the pressure to drill increased.
    Dominic had asked Hannah if she wanted to go with them on their demonstration. She’d been hesitant at first, but now that she knew who they were protesting, there was no doubt that she would be going. Any opportunity to kick the oil and gas industry in the dick was something she wasn’t going to pass up. She just needed to talk with Miranda about it first.
    Within the hour, Hannah was dressed and sitting in Miranda’s study. She faced the enchanting matriarch with a look of confusion. “What do you mean, you don’t think it’s a good idea?”
    Miranda slowly placed her hands on the massive desk between them. “I do not want to ‘poke the hornets’ nest’, Hannah. I’m under enough scrutiny from them as it is. The last thing we need is to draw that kind of attention to ourselves.”
    “I’ll be in a crowd of people on the street,” Hannah