of landing on her
back to kick the side of his knee with her heel. Julian dropped to
one knee as she got up and ran down the hallway towards the back
stairs.
***
He pushed the pain away and took off after
her.
The knee grit and shifted as he put weight on
it. Teach a girl a new trick, and she uses it against
you.
“Errgh…Catherine, will you stop ? This
is bloody stupid. Everybody’s waiting.”
She stopped and turned around at the end of
the hall. “You’re the one who insisted I change clothes, and tried
to drag me upstairs. We could be on the road by now.” She turned
the corner, heading for the back stairs.
How’d she get that far, already?
“I’m going to tan that pretty little ass if
you don’t get back here and do as you’re told!”
***
Have to catch me first , Catherine
thought.
She’d spent her free time, once she was
allowed to roam freely, learning the mansion’s nooks and crannies,
as well as doing research in the library. Like many extremely old
and large residences, the house had a few secret passageways, like
the one she was hiding in now. She was betting on Julian running
past to take the stairs and not pay attention to her heartbeat in
the wall.
If his footsteps slowed, then she’d move.
She watched him fly past, leather duster
billowing behind him. She waited a minute, then opened the door
panel and cautiously peeked out, only to be grabbed by her collar
and yanked out of the passage.
***
Julian pulled her out of hiding by her
sweater, but the struggle wasn’t over. He was pissed off, but he
didn’t want to damage her permanently, so he wasn’t using his full
strength, and Catherine was a slippery little thing.
They came to a stalemate, her back hitting
the wall as she pressed a sliver of wood against his t-shirt over
his heart. He glanced down at the pointy object, then at her
defiant glare.
“Clever girl,” he murmured. “Dust me now, and
you have your freedom.”
He could practically see the options running
through her mind. 1) Plunge the stake through his heart and get the
hell out of Dodge. Alana wouldn’t stop her. 2) Drop the stake and
be at his mercy, whatever he planned to do to punish her.
Being an impatient sort, Julian opened door
number three.
***
Catherine found herself being kissed. He
leaned forward just enough to press his lips to hers, the point of
the stake making a dent in his shirt and skin. All she had to do
was push and he’d be dead, but the kiss…
Oh, God…
Her arms wrapped around his neck, instead. He
growled into her mouth and pressed her body against the wall with
his.
What am I doing, what am I DOING? I’m dead
or unconscious… I’m dreaming. Julian conked me on the head and I’m
dreaming…there’s no way this is real. How does he taste so
good?
His hands were on her waist. She jumped up to
wrap her legs around his hips. He plunged his tongue into her
mouth, grinding his erection against her center.
***
She’s so warm, so unguarded.
He’d turned a key and somehow unlocked the
passionate woman inside the girl. The way she sucked on his tongue
when he tried to pull it back, how she pressed her breasts against
his chest whenever he shifted his hips a certain way, the little
whimpers she made each time he pressed her against the wall again.
Her right hand clutched the back of his neck, her nails slightly
digging into his nape, the stake somewhere on the floor. Her left
hand clung to his coat. She wasn’t afraid he would drop her--she
wanted to keep him close. It was a heady thought, and god, he
wanted to rip her clothes off and have her right here—
“ Ahem. ”
They froze, waiting for the sound to have
been a fluke. Imagined.
“Yes, I’m still here,” Alana said, rolling
her eyes. “The girls were getting antsy. Should we go without
you?”
Catherine slid her legs down Julian’s body
and hid her face in his coat. He cleared his throat and turned to
his partner.
“We’ll be right there,” he replied.
Alana
back to kick the side of his knee with her heel. Julian dropped to
one knee as she got up and ran down the hallway towards the back
stairs.
***
He pushed the pain away and took off after
her.
The knee grit and shifted as he put weight on
it. Teach a girl a new trick, and she uses it against
you.
“Errgh…Catherine, will you stop ? This
is bloody stupid. Everybody’s waiting.”
She stopped and turned around at the end of
the hall. “You’re the one who insisted I change clothes, and tried
to drag me upstairs. We could be on the road by now.” She turned
the corner, heading for the back stairs.
How’d she get that far, already?
“I’m going to tan that pretty little ass if
you don’t get back here and do as you’re told!”
***
Have to catch me first , Catherine
thought.
She’d spent her free time, once she was
allowed to roam freely, learning the mansion’s nooks and crannies,
as well as doing research in the library. Like many extremely old
and large residences, the house had a few secret passageways, like
the one she was hiding in now. She was betting on Julian running
past to take the stairs and not pay attention to her heartbeat in
the wall.
If his footsteps slowed, then she’d move.
She watched him fly past, leather duster
billowing behind him. She waited a minute, then opened the door
panel and cautiously peeked out, only to be grabbed by her collar
and yanked out of the passage.
***
Julian pulled her out of hiding by her
sweater, but the struggle wasn’t over. He was pissed off, but he
didn’t want to damage her permanently, so he wasn’t using his full
strength, and Catherine was a slippery little thing.
They came to a stalemate, her back hitting
the wall as she pressed a sliver of wood against his t-shirt over
his heart. He glanced down at the pointy object, then at her
defiant glare.
“Clever girl,” he murmured. “Dust me now, and
you have your freedom.”
He could practically see the options running
through her mind. 1) Plunge the stake through his heart and get the
hell out of Dodge. Alana wouldn’t stop her. 2) Drop the stake and
be at his mercy, whatever he planned to do to punish her.
Being an impatient sort, Julian opened door
number three.
***
Catherine found herself being kissed. He
leaned forward just enough to press his lips to hers, the point of
the stake making a dent in his shirt and skin. All she had to do
was push and he’d be dead, but the kiss…
Oh, God…
Her arms wrapped around his neck, instead. He
growled into her mouth and pressed her body against the wall with
his.
What am I doing, what am I DOING? I’m dead
or unconscious… I’m dreaming. Julian conked me on the head and I’m
dreaming…there’s no way this is real. How does he taste so
good?
His hands were on her waist. She jumped up to
wrap her legs around his hips. He plunged his tongue into her
mouth, grinding his erection against her center.
***
She’s so warm, so unguarded.
He’d turned a key and somehow unlocked the
passionate woman inside the girl. The way she sucked on his tongue
when he tried to pull it back, how she pressed her breasts against
his chest whenever he shifted his hips a certain way, the little
whimpers she made each time he pressed her against the wall again.
Her right hand clutched the back of his neck, her nails slightly
digging into his nape, the stake somewhere on the floor. Her left
hand clung to his coat. She wasn’t afraid he would drop her--she
wanted to keep him close. It was a heady thought, and god, he
wanted to rip her clothes off and have her right here—
“ Ahem. ”
They froze, waiting for the sound to have
been a fluke. Imagined.
“Yes, I’m still here,” Alana said, rolling
her eyes. “The girls were getting antsy. Should we go without
you?”
Catherine slid her legs down Julian’s body
and hid her face in his coat. He cleared his throat and turned to
his partner.
“We’ll be right there,” he replied.
Alana
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