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have the future they'd planned. On the other hand, Jessie
knew Blanche had been right. It would devastate Luke.
Jessie weighed the matter for a long time but, in the end,
there was no real choice. She turned the light back on, ripped
the page out of the Book of Shadows and ripped it into tiny
shreds. She left them in a little pile on the bedside table to
throw away in the morning. She turned out the light but just
as she was settling back into the bed the door opened.
He leaned against the frame, backlit by a faint light. His
broad chest was bare, his arms folded over it. Long, muscular
legs were encased in half-zipped jeans. The thick dark hair
was rumpled. She couldn't make out his features but she
knew they were set in a hard expression. She knew the
emerald eyes were glittering.
The poster boy from hell.
There was no mistaking his purpose. Adrenalin shot
through her system and she felt her lips stretch into a grin.
"Merry Christmas to me," she murmured.
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That Voodoo That You Do
by Ann Yost
Chapter Twelve
It had been a mistake. A fatal mistake.
He'd betrayed Jessie. He'd betrayed Blanche. And he'd
betrayed himself.
God dammit all.
The minutes crawled as Luke shifted and tossed on sheets
damp from his sweat. He didn't know which was worse,
knowing he'd hammered the last nail into his coffin or
knowing he'd do it again.
Finally he got to his feet and paced the room. Despite the
winter cool and his bare chest he was suffocating. He thrust
long fingers into his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.
Every muscle was knotted and blood poured into his lower
body like a raging river. He stopped in front of a window and
scowled at the snow.
How had it come to this? He hadn't felt this urgency, this
desperation since he was a teen-ager and got his first look at
the ice queen. He'd lost his head. And he'd lost his pride, too.
Hell, the instant he'd slipped into her tight little passage he'd
come like a bull. Damn.
He wore out the carpet as he reviewed his options. There
weren't many. He might be able to walk away from the elf but
he couldn't ignore his debt to Blanche. Basically he had two
choices and one of those was divine intervention.
God dammit. There'd be no miracle. Hell, he didn't deserve
a miracle. Not this time. He faced his future with a grim
determination.
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He'd have to marry Jessie Maynard.
It wasn't all bad. He liked Jessie. She'd have made a good
friend. And she was a surprising lover. His body stirred as he
realized his decision meant they could have all the sex they
wanted. Luke felt his body harden.
Goddam. Maybe they'd be okay as long as she understood.
Luke could give her his name, his wordly goods and his body
but he couldn't give her his heart.
He pictured her sleepy-eyed, warm and welcoming in the
four-poster bed and his jeans tightened. It was uncomfortable
but it wouldn't be for long.
When he opened the door of her room the light from the
hallway revealed the dark gold of her eyes. She was awake.
She said nothing as he moved toward the bed but he could
see the shock on her face and the response of her body under
the filmy fabric of her nightgown.
His voice came out in a husky growl. "Your nipples are
hard."
Jessie couldn't get enough oxygen. Fire exploded in her
belly. Hot liquid pooled between her legs preparing her for
entry. His entry. He wanted her, too. She couldn't miss the
excitement in his kryptonite eyes or in the impressive bulge
between his legs.
He sank onto the bed and the warmth of his body engulfed
her. He reeked of restlessness, his hair disheveled, a sheen of
sweat on his muscled torso. She should probably ask why the
change of heart but she didn't. It was enough that he was
here.
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His palm grazed the underside of her chin and her heart
thundered. She leaned toward him like a daisy seeking the
sun. Her hand moved to his lap.
"Is this a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see
me?"
His hand pressed against hers and she felt the thrusting
masculine flesh imprisoned in denim.
"You figure it out."
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