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pulled her closer.
    Lilith slid her fingers into his hair to pull him closer. She slanted her mouth more determinedly across his and he kissed her back with an answering heat that made her heart race. She lifted her dress and rubbed his erection against her bare belly as she wiggled out of her underwear. His hand slid over her buttock, his fingers slid across her heat and he shuddered.
    He was all hers.
    Of course, she’d always been all his.
    His erection grew as he touched her. His kiss turned ravenous and Lilith arched against him, demanding more and more and more.
    He felt so good.
    She pushed him down to the Persian rug, kissing him hungrily all the while. She rolled on top of him as soon as he hit the floor and he pulled her closer. She kicked her underwear aside and straddled him.
    He might have said something then, but she kissed him to silence, urging him into her heat.
    He was bigger than she remembered and that news was welcome. He gasped, then they kissed with even greater passion. The heat rose within her as they drove each other wild.
    It only took a moment until Sebastian clenched her hips and bellowed in his release. Then he touched her with those strong fingers, sending her over the brink even as she felt the warmth of his release. Lilith cried out in turn, then tumbled into the haven of his arms, content.
    Sebastian was back.
    This time Lilith wasn’t going to lose him.
    For any price.
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    The High Priestess
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    Mitch was quite certain that he had never had a beautiful woman pounce on him before.
    He definitely would have remembered that. He felt as though he had just tasted single malt scotch for the first time. Even his toes tingled.
    But people didn’t just do stuff like this.
    Did they? Mitch leaned back against the hardwood floor and kept his eyes tightly closed. He moved his fingers and found the curve of a perfect bare, luscious buttock beneath his hand. The woman’s perfume - something warmly seductive and completely alien to Mitch’s life - wound into his nostrils.
    His mouth went dry.
    Mitch frowned as he reviewed the course of events. He had knocked on the door, he remembered that. And an exotic woman had opened the door. She was dark-eyed and dark-haired, curvaceous, and wearing a dress as red as cherries. He’d never seen a woman like her, outside of Italian fashion magazines.
    Mitch had gotten no further than that before her dark eyes flashed in welcome, she hauled him into her foyer, locked the door and started kissing him like there was no tomorrow.
    This neighborhood had one hell of a welcome wagon.
    Mitch was unable to rationally explain what had just happened, yet for the moment, he didn’t really care. After all, it had been a long, long, long three years since Janice had packed her bags, and even longer than that since she had slept with him.
    She’d certainly never jumped on him.
    Not even once.
    Mitch exhaled unevenly, knowing there was no way he could have stopped what just happened, regardless of his usual chivalrous inclinations. Swearing off relationships and just not being a fling kind of guy could seriously impact a man’s sex life.
    It had certainly impacted Mitch’s.
    Until just now.
    He hadn’t had a chance. Mitch was unable to shake the sense that he had just stepped into one of his buddy Kurt’s frequently recounted - and seldom believed, at least by Mitch - amorous adventures.
    He couldn’t exactly remember how things went from here.
    â€œWow,” the lady purred. “You were worth waiting for.”
    She had an accent as exotic as her looks. Something European, maybe French or Italian. Her voice was low, just the sound of it making Mitch shiver in anticipation.
    She sighed with obvious pleasure and ran her fingertips across his shoulder. Mitch slanted a glance her way, instinctively bracing himself for a reality check.
    But she was smiling. At him.
    Mitch stared as his first impression was