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  “We’ll delete them each week, but we need to be sure everyone abides by the rules. That’s why there are so many different camera angles. I don’t want anyone to be able to come back and say they were unwilling participants. Does it excite you, seeing them this way?”

  His voice was almost hypnotic.

  “I—”

  He got up and stood behind her, leaning over her shoulder to point out one particular woman. His long, black hair tickled the bare skin of her back. “How about this one?”

  He indicated a woman straddling a good-looking man, riding him like a rodeo pony while several people stood around encouraging her. Olivia had never entertained that such play could be sensual or exciting, but coupled with Noah’s rich voice in her ear, she had to restrain herself with offering her own ass up for his pleasure. What was it about his voice that had the ability to soothe her? To make her want to do anything he asked?

  “Or this one?” He pointed to a woman, hands cuffed above her head. A man knelt between her legs, eating her pussy with gusto while pleasuring her with remarkably lifelike dildo. The size of the thing took Olivia’s breath away, as did the way the woman’s face contorted with pleasure. Suddenly, the woman threw her head back, mouth open in what could only be a scream of release.

  “Watch.” Noah drew a chair up next to hers and reached for one of her aching feet, pulled it into his lap, and pressed his long, graceful fingers over her tired muscles, smoothing them . Pressing his fingers into her instep, he did something to her that sent a blaze of sensation straight to her core, followed by sweet waves of bliss . . . massaging it in the most erotic manner. “He’s going to fuck her now, Olivia.”

  Her world was reduced to his hands on her feet and his low, velvety voice in her ear. Something soft and feather light brushed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, and she could have sworn she felt the hot caress of a tongue curling around her clit. It stroked, a gently probing tickle that had her arching her hips toward the light touch. Oh, God, she was going to come right here!

  Dazed and panting, Olivia watched the kneeling man tossed the toy away and shot to his feet. He bent his knees between the woman’s parted legs and lunged upward, ramming his cock into her pussy. The woman immediately climaxed again. So did Olivia.

  “See how she loves it, Olivia?”

  She moaned. Noah’s fingers slid between her toes, touching sensitive skin, making her jerk again, before he followed with a heated, deep, massaging caress that made her want to offer more of herself to his touch.

  “Watch, Olivia. He’s inside of her now, fucking her hard and deep, giving her everything she wants. Imagine how full she must feel. He’s as big as the toy cock he just tossed aside, and she’d taking every inch of him. She loves it, Olivia, wants it. Everything they can give her and more.”

  “Oooh.” Olivia moaned. Her eyes were glued to the monitor, watching the woman came yet again. Olivia felt the woman’s spasm deep in her own womb.

  She looked over at Noah, bewildered, then at the screen, where he was pointing at an area outside the back of the building. “. . . perhaps another camera covering the dumpster to prevent people from using it, or dumping something . . . unpleasant.”

  Olivia gave herself a mental shake. “You mean like a body?”

  “Yes, like a body or evidence of some crime. One can never be too careful. This is New Orleans, after all.”

  “I-I’ll order another camera tomorrow and make arrangements for it to be installed right away.”

  “Thank you, Olivia.” He straightened. “You’d better get home. It’s been a long night, and you need your rest.” He appeared totally unaffected by their mesmerizing encounter.

  She stifled a shudder. Why did she get the feeling he was thanking her for something other than doing her job? She reached for her purse and stood up, surprised to find her shoes already on her feet, which were no longer hurting.

  Her shiny red Beamer waited in the employees’ parking area, highlighted by the white glow of a floodlight. She pressed the remote to free the lock and slid onto the cool leather seat. Inserting the key into the ignition, she turned it and . . . nothing. What the hell? With a tug, she pulled the lever to release the hood and climbed out to raise it.

  “Son of a bitch!” Someone had stolen her battery. But how, with the hood firmly latched and the car locked up tight? Damn, she’d have to call a cab. She was just about to pull out her cell when Noah walked out the back entrance.

  “Problem?” he asked.

  “Someone stole my battery. I was just getting ready to call a cab.”

  “Nonsense.” Noah smiled. “I’ll be happy to give you a lift.”

  She held her breath for a long moment, and a shiver of excitement skittered down her spine. God, he was hot.

  * * * *

  A lone man stood atop a neighboring building, peering through binoculars when a black Jaguar S-Type sedan pulled up to the building across from him. The woman called Olivia Sheppard waited while the dark figure opened her door. They chatted for a moment, and then she opened the wrought iron gate leading to her courtyard and crossed to her front door before disappearing inside with him. It was Noah Lazarus. Did this mean she was the one? The man had yet to be able to get inside to plant a bug. Her security system was just too good, but he’d find a way. He had to—he was a Sentinel.

  * * * *

  Noah accepted Olivia’s offer of a glass of wine. She would be his soon. Her reaction to the fantasy room video indicated as much. Lord, she’d come watching the woman, although he had to admit his words and hands had helped her along. Still, she’d been turned on by what she saw, and if the look she’d given him when he offered to drive her home meant anything, she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

  They settled on the couch, and Noah gave her a seductive smile. “I sense a mutual attraction, Olivia. Am I correct?”

  She licked her lips, then nodded. “Yes. It’s terribly unprofessional, I know, but I assure you, I’m perfectly capable of restraining myself.”

  He chuckled. “Must you?”

  He watched her violet eyes darken at his response. “I . . . it could complicate our professional relationship.”

  “Or it could enhance it. Would you like to find out?”

  She gave him a startled look.

  He laughed softly. “No, I didn’t read your mind, just your body language.”

  “My body language?”

  “Yes, and it’s telling me you’d very much like me take you into that bedroom and make love to you. I’d like very much to do that, Olivia.” He was beside her in a twinkling, plucking the wine glass from her hand. “But first, a kiss.”

  When her lips parted in a gasp, he swooped in, covering them with his own. Her mouth was soft and warm, and her tongue slid against his with a velvety swirl that set his cock throbbing with need. She moaned, a gentle gust in his mouth tasting of rich merlot and desire. He deepened the kiss, banding his arm around her waist to pull her closer .

  Yes, this is what he needed to be certain. The feel of her hand on his neck, her lips parting beneath his, the way her body seemed to fit against his, just so. Like they were two pieces of an intimate puzzle, carved by the gods, that when joined became one.

  He kissed the hollow of her neck, feeling the increased pulse, longing for the moment he could taste the rich blood coursing through her veins. He lifted his hand to her breast, caressing and teasing a beaded nipple through the soft material. She fit perfectly in his hand.

  She moaned again, and he reached behind her, flicked the button closure on the ultra sexy dress, and peeled it down to her waist. “Mmm, beautiful.” He murmured against her breast, then flicked his tongue against her, curling it around her nipple.

  “Oh, God.”

  It was the most erotic moan Noah had heard in centuries of seducing women.

  “Shall we retire to your bedroom, kitten?”

  Her eyes glazed with desire. “Oh, yeah.”

  She sighed when he pulle
d her to her feet, swept her into his arms, and carried her into the bedroom.

  A twinge of guilt nipped at his conscience. She had no idea what she was getting into. If the Sentinel found out she was the one, her life would be in jeopardy. And still he could not resist that which she offered so freely. I’ll protect her. No harm will come to her. Besides, they couldn’t really know she was the one until she transformed him, and he could be patient. First, he must win her heart.

  He peeled the form-fitting dress from her body until she stood before him in nothing but a lacy black thong. “Take it off, kitten. I want to eat your pretty pussy.”

  She hooked her fingers into the delicate strings, wriggled out of the panties and kicked them away, then gasped when he picked her up and tossed her on the bed, following her down. “How did you get your clothes off so fast?”

  He chuckled. Vampires were capable of exceptional speed. “I feeling very motivated.” He lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulder. “Such a beautiful sight.” He played around the edges of her pussy, stroking her lightly. Olivia shifted beneath him. “Yes, you like that, don’t you?” He leaned down and ran his tongue along her swollen labia, teasing the sensitive flesh. “Such a sweet taste. Like nectar.”

  She was already wet and swollen, ready for him. He probed the delicate flesh with his tongue, relishing each whimper.

  “Yes,” she sighed. “Oh, that’s good.”

  “Yes, Olivia, it is good, but it’s going to get so much better.” He took her clit between his lips and began to suckle in earnest.

  Such lustful noises! She practically melted under his tongue, creaming while he lapped at her pussy. Noah smiled when she cried out and ground against him, then flicked his tongue against her engorged clit.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “That’s good. Just like that. Ah, God, please fuck me! I need you to fuck me.”

  Noah slithered up her body, pressing heated kisses on her aroused flesh, then penetrated her slowly until he filled her completely.

  Dear God, the feel of her slippery folds parting, the tight, heated channel gripping him, would hasten his release, and he wanted it to last, for both of them.

  Moaning, she arched against him and he began a slow glide, moving his hips in an easy, fluid motion. “So hot and tight, kitten. Your pussy feels so good.”

  “More,” she panted. “Harder, faster.”

  “Mmm, what ever you want, love. I’m aim to please.”

  Her hips rose to match his rhythm. How much longer could he wait to sink his fangs into that lovely, long neck? He wanted her so badly the temptation was almost overwhelming. Patience, you must be patient. You can have eternity with her, if you can make her love you.

  The ecstasy on her face nearly undid him. He pulled out, amid a groaning protest, and flipped her onto her belly. He couldn’t watch her face while she came, lest he succumb to his baser needs and take what she must willingly give.

  “On your knees,” he growled. “You want hard and fast, I’ll give you hard and fast.”

  He shoved her legs apart and entered in a single, rough stroke. Her moans became more demanding, and he powered into her with long, hard strokes, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

  “Oh, God, I’m going to come! God, Noah, it’s too much.”

  She was panting, pushing back with each of his lunges. The sound of his hips slapping against her bottom along with her crescendoing cries reverberated in his ears. She gripped the soft sheets, and he reached beneath her body to flick her clit. “Come for me, kitten. Let me feel that sweet pussy tighten around my cock.”

  Christ! He was going to come with her! He roared his release, and came with him, screaming his name. One last plunge drained him, and he curved his body over hers, protectively. She was the one. He knew it now. The connection was firmly established. All that awaited was the final bonding.

  Their breathing slowed, he rolled to his side, pulling her against him. “Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  She flipped on to her back and turned her head to look at him. “God, it was fabulous. I’m . . . speechless, and that almost never happens.”

  Noah chuckled. “Well, I didn’t actually want to strike you dumb. But I’ll consider it a compliment.”

  “Feel free to do that.” After a moment, she gave him a sobering look then turned her head away. “I don’t usually engage in sexual relations with my employers.”

  He reached for her chin and made her look at him. “Don’t. I wanted this too, and I think I’ll want you more in the days to come. Yes, I’m your employer, but I’d also like to be your lover.”

  She nodded. “Yes. I think I’d like that, too. For a while, anyway. I’m not . . . relationships have never been my thing.”

  “That’s because you’ve never had one with the right man.” He smiled, pulling her into the nook of his shoulder. “Now, get some sleep. I have meetings all day tomorrow, so I have to leave soon, but I’d like to hold you for a while.”

  She snuggled against him with a sigh. “I’d like that.” Finally, she slept. He waited until an hour before dawn to leave her, and did so only with regret.

  Chapter Three

  Olivia woke slowly. She might have convinced herself that last night was just another dream if not for the satisfying ache between her legs. Oh, yeah, she’d had sex with the boss, all right. Hot, hard, completely satisfying sex, and he wanted her for his lover. Wow, that was a concept full of interesting possibilities.

  He’d been a passionate, considerate lover, providing her with more pleasure than she’d thought possible. Then he’d held her in her arms, soothing her to sleep. She had no idea when he’d left, though she had a vague memory of him kissing her tenderly before leaving. He was the perfect man for a woman like her—one who stayed long enough for some affectionate cuddling but knew the time had come to leave. There’d been no morning breath or awkward sleepover banter.

  She rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom for a quick shower. A run would be just the thing to get her moving this morning. There were errands to do, and she was meeting Allie for lunch at Palace Café and wanted to stop by La Boulangerie for a loaf of olive bread and a couple of baguettes. She’d need a run just to make room for what she intended to eat today. The crabmeat cheesecake alone could dimple her thighs, but add the Pasta St. Charles and she’d be running an extra mile every day for a week. She grinned at herself in the steamy mirror when she stepped out of the shower. What the hell, she’d run the extra mile. She dried quickly, donned her usual running clothes—shorts, T-shirt, and cross-trainers—then headed out the door, house keys jammed between breasts held in check by her sports bra.

  After a brisk warm up giving her muscles a good stretch, she headed out at a steady pace down Royal. She loved jogging through the French Quarter. The people who called the quarter home took their decay seriously. Peeling paint and gouged plaster spoke of the generations of lives lived here. Modernization took second place to preservation. Plumbing and electrical might be updated, but by God, if the original paint showed through the cracks in the plaster, it was displayed for all to see.

  She tried to run different routes so avoid developing a set pattern anyone could follow, so today she would take Royal to Canal St., then go for a leisurely run by the river, turn up St. Peter, then hang a right at Decatur and stop at Dumonde’s for café au lait and a beignet. The return leg would be a jog to the Mint on the corner of Decatur and Barracks, then up Barracks to Royal, and a quick sprint home. She’d make it back in plenty of time to shower again, run her errands, and meet Allie for lunch and delicious gossip. The only predictable aspect of the run was her stop at the café.

  The moisture hung thick in the air, and Olivia felt like she’d been jogging through a swamp by the time she reached her destination. She was a regular customer, so the waitstaff knew her, and when she turned up the walk, an apron-clad waiter was already clearing off her favorite table. “Hey, Danny. The usual, please.”

  “Com
ing right up, Olivia. Man, how far did you run?”

  “Down to Canal and along the river. God, is it me or does it seem more humid than normal today?”

  “Storm movin’ in. I’d batten down the hatches if you’re heading out later. Supposed to blow pretty good.” He hurried off to get her coffee and pastry, then came back with a glass of ice water for her.

  She grinned. “God, I adore you!”

  He gave her a wink. “Hey, I gotta keep my favorite customer hydrated.”

  Olivia finished her coffee and beignet and started back home at a slow, cool-down jog. She turned up Barracks, another runner fell in step beside her.

  “Olivia Sheppard?”

  She frowned. “Yeah?”