Page 1130 of One More Kiss

A brilliant smile dawned on her face for a moment before she turned, taking off toward the safety of the trees. In less than a second, she seemed to melt into the foliage. One second, she was there, her legs pumping through the brush, and the next, it was if she’d camouflaged herself entirely.

“You gifted her the forest?” Jeff yowled, his odd amber eyes giving me solid disapproval vibes.

Huffing, I threw my hands up. “It was that or go the way of the dodo. Did you want Beatrice to gain control of the famed St. James library?”

Yes, I might have thrown an eyeroll in there for good measure, but still. Rather than wait for his no doubt witty reply, I oriented my body toward the strange buzzing calling to me through the dense trees—the same trees that had once again rooted themselves. It felt like the house—or rather, the library—was calling to me.

It took me a second to realize that it was. I was the last St. James Spell Keeper, the guardian of all knowledge of our ancestors, of our line. Sure, it made me a glorified librarian, but as one by trade, it was a dream come true. I turned, casting my gaze toward Asa and Jeff.

Maybe I’d hit my head in that attic, and this was all a crazy dream. Maybe I’d wake up weeks from now out of a coma or something. Or maybe, this was the start of what I was always supposed to be.

A wry grin pulled at my lips as I thought of Asa’s mouth on mine and the scent of his jacket in my nose. The first chance I got, I was going to have sex with that man. Because if this was a dream—or hallucination or coma delusion—I was going to make sure I lived it up.

I’d spent forty-four years just standing still. Now was the time to start moving.

All I had to do was take the next step.

My wry grin turned wicked as I spun on my heel, facing Asa. Without a moment’s hesitation, I sprinted at him, jumping at the last second before we collided. He caught me with ease, his wide palms cupping my ass with expert precision.

“My hands are awful thankful, Sugar Plum,” he rumbled, squeezing my ass cheeks playfully while a confused frown wrinkled his brow.

“You said we were going to continue a conversation later.” And by conversation, I meant the kisses that damn near scalded my whole body, blew my socks off, and damn near made me orgasm all with a single curl of his tongue against mine. If he could kiss me like that, who knew what he would do with far more interesting parts of his anatomy. And by anatomy, I meant dick. I really wanted to know what he could do with that.

“It’s later, Asa.”

“Gack,” Jeff squawked, pretending to gag. “Remind me again why you insist on doing this in front of me.

Ignoring Jeff, I whispered, “Maybe if you run and leave him behind, the forest will eat him.”

“I heard that,” Jeff grumbled. “See if I help you with anything.”

Asa’s answering grin was practically devilish. “As you wish, Sugar Plum.”

Then he took off racing back to the beautiful old house I’d inherited filled with wonder and magic, and probably more than a little golem guts, while Jeff cursed at us as he tried to keep up.

And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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