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  “You came,” he whispered, looking equal parts shocked and elated.

  I smirked at him. “I always make sure I do.” I bit back a groan when his cheeks flushed slightly. It was such a contrast to the confident guy I’d danced with and knew how to set my body alive that I was once again the moth being drawn to his flame.

  And then I heard his voice again.

  “Please make yourself at home,” he said as he stepped away. He adjusted his glasses as I walked in, closing the door and locking it behind me.

  “I brought food,” I offered when he stood there a moment and stared at me. Something had changed, and it hit me when I felt his desires. “You looked into me.”

  “Yes, you have money,” he blurted. “I didn’t know. I didn’t get that off of you.”

  “I know,” I promised as I set most of the bags on the counter and brought one to the small two seater. “Anything else you want to clear up?”

  “My brain doesn’t work well around you,” he admitted, taking the bottle of whiskey from me and opening it.

  “Should we get a few things out of the way first?” I checked, seeing in his eyes he had questions. “Your boss is dirty, and I plan to do something about that.”

  “I know,” he whispered.

  That helped me put the pieces together, moving over to him and leaning in until I pressed him against the counter so our bodies were flush. “I’m not here because of that. I’m here because of the dance and I had fun. We can talk about all of that later, but I didn’t target you, and I know you didn’t target me for him, okay?”

  “Okay, good,” he breathed, relief in his pretty eyes. “I’ll give you what I have. And he’s not my boss. A guy who’s contracted me before referred me to beef up their security.”

  I smiled at him. “And you found something that upsets you and you’ve been wondering what to do about it.”

  “Yes,” he confirmed.

  “Good, then we’re on the same side.” I waited until he nodded. “Then how about we eat before you worship me like you promised?”

  He shivered and leaned in enough to smell my hair. “Yes, my goddess.”

  “Jasmine’s fine,” I chuckled.

  He leaned back and licked his lips. “We both know that’s not your real name any more than Garrett is my last name.”

  I nodded, turning to the table but stopping when his long fingers gently wrapped around my wrist. I raised an eyebrow at him as he lifted my arm and kissed the inside of my wrist.

  “I don’t know who you really are, and I’m not trying to solve the puzzle. I just don’t want to lie to you.”

  “I appreciate it, both things,” I promised, meaning it. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything, but I might not answer,” he admitted as he brought the whiskey and two plastic glasses to the table.

  “I’ve never known a supe to wear glasses.”

  He waited until I sat before doing the same. “I see much more than regular eyes, even supe ones. It’s taxing and strains my actual vision at times. Plus, it helps block out some of what I see when in crowded areas, as that can be overwhelming.” He cleared his throat and pulled out containers. “Do you not like them?”

  “No, I think they’re ridiculously sexy,” I admitted as I opened the first container. “Sorry I didn’t ask what you wanted and just picked up something, but these are two of the list of places I wanted to try while in town.”

  He shook his head. “It’s like a month wait to get a reservation, and you just pick up take out at the last minute from them. I really didn’t do enough digging.”

  “You won’t find as much as you’d like,” I chuckled.

  He gave me a confident look that reminded me of dancing with him. “Yes, I could.”

  I stood with the container of sushi. “Can I see your setup?”

  “Why?”

  “We recognize our own.”

  He moaned as he got to his feet. “That’s so sexy. You really are a goddess.”

  “Only if I’ve had coffee and I’m well fed,” I teased him.

  I followed him into what I thought was the living room on the way to his office or study… Only to realize that there wasn’t any of that. It was his bedroom part of the studio. It was a tiny, tiny studio apartment. That was surprising if he was good enough to help security at popular clubs. I lost my train of thought when I saw his setup, knowing where his money went.

  “I just got wet,” I admitted as I went over to his corner desk, noting the six monitors and towers they were plugged into, recognizing it was a serious system by the fans and customization. I sat down without being invited and checked the configs to see what he was running with, giving him an impressed look. “Okay, now I want to peel back more of your layers and learn about you.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “More of them? What was the first?”

  “What you’re hiding under your clothes because you were firm and I bet you’re hiding something very nice.”

  He gave a half shrug of his shoulders. “I might sit on my ass for a living, but I like to swim and work out. I love to dance.”

  “I knew you were a swimmer,” I muttered, swallowing a groan. I stood and went back to the kitchen, sharing my food with him and snagging some of his until he was so turned on I was waiting to become the rest of his meal. Instead, he kept feeding me, making sure I had whatever I wanted and was comfortable.

  When we were done with food and it was all cleaned up, he brought me back to the other room before fetching something from the closet. I watched as he unfolded an actual massage table. Well, he really was full of surprises.

  He shrugged when I gave him a curious look. “I learned for the wrong woman, but I’m currently glad I didn’t toss the table.”

  “What kind of massage am I getting? Do you really know how to give one?”

  “I do, I promise, but what type is completely up to you.” He ducked into the kitchen and came back with a few wet paper towels, quickly wiping the dust off the table. Good to know this wasn’t his normal seduction scene he perfected. “I didn’t mean to be presumptive, but I did pick something up on the way home.”

  I glanced over to see where he was gesturing to, seeing the wand vibrator currently plugged in to charge. Shit, he was really serious to worship me.

  “Oh yeah, I’m in,” I groaned, unzipping my dress and letting it fall off.

  He swallowed loudly as he took in my lingerie. “I can get a towel to cover you if you want.”

  “No, I want you to see everything,” I teased, unhooking my bra and letting the girls free before hooking my thumbs in my panties and bending over to take them off, giving him a nice view as I did. “Where do you want me?”

  He moved closer and lifted me to sit on the table. “Do I have permission to touch you intimately for the massage?”

  “I’d pout if you didn’t.” I leaned in for a kiss, but he turned to get my cheek instead.

  “I haven’t remotely earned the right to feel your lips on mine,” he whispered as he squatted down and unclasped my heels before sliding them off. He kissed each of my feet before standing. He moved me to lie down, rolling up his sleeves as he went to the bathroom and brought back what I assumed was oil.

  Good, because I needed a moment to let sink in what he’d just said. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. Even now that I’d met some nice men who appreciated me or treated me well, never had someone acted like I was such a treasure he had to work for just a kiss. Wow.

  I mean wow.

  “This oil is of my own making,” he told me as he set his glasses on the desk before pouring some on his hands. “It’s a spell so it doesn’t go bad, and it’s safe, I promise.”

  I nodded, licking my lips as I studied him. “What if I wanted a kiss? What if I wanted to taste your lips?”

  He glanced at me with a gentle smile. “I would give it to you without hesitation and thank my lucky stars you were so wonderful. Most would think to give a kiss before a naked mass
age, and I just wanted you to know you don’t need to do that. You’re giving me a gift allowing me to touch you to please you, and I appreciate it.”

  Again I didn’t know what to say to that, and all coherent thought went out the window as he started massaging my shoulders and neck. I moaned loudly, almost obnoxiously as his magical hands worked in the magical oil. It warmed and cooled my skin, tingling and working my muscles like a vibrating chair and his massaging hands at the same time.

  “The only thing that would make this better would be to hear your voice while you touch me,” I admitted as he moved on to my right arm.

  He froze for a moment. “You like my voice?”

  I opened my eyes and studied him. “I cannot be the first woman to tell you that you have a nice voice.”

  “You are,” he assured me. “I’ve been told many times it’s hard to understand me or it’s a nerd’s voice.”

  I snorted. “Speaking as a nerd, I find nothing offensive in that statement, but someone who says it as a slight should be bitch slapped. Intelligence is not something to demean.”

  “I agree,” he whispered. “Are you really a computer nerd too?”

  “I’ll show you my setup if I enjoy my massage,” I promised.

  “What do you want me to talk about?”

  “Whatever you want. Tell me about you.” I shrugged. “I can’t promise to retain it all with your magical hands, but I love your voice. It’s like silk and a bubble bath on my ears.”

  “Anything you want, my goddess,” he said as he moved down my arm to my hands.

  For the next ten minutes I listened to his love for coding and especially fixing programs and adjusting flaws. He did it all the time for video games, and several popular YouTubers and streamers came to him when they wanted something fixed. He was also known for his “mods,” which were modification packs that people could use for games.

  Video games was one area of computers I’d never gotten into—mostly because I didn’t have the time—but listening to him I was curious and wanted to see myself. I did need more ways to have fun and relax since I was well known as a workaholic.

  “I apologize for being unprofessional,” he murmured as he massaged my left breast. I didn’t know what he meant at first until I glanced over and saw his erection straining against his fly.

  “I’d be offended if you weren’t at least slightly hard, Mason,” I forgave, but then decided to tease him a bit. “Are they nice tits?”

  “Your breasts are the most magnificent ones I’ve ever seen much less touched,” he promised. “I loved feeling them pressed against me when we were dancing.”

  “I did too.” I licked my lips as I stared at him. “I can’t wait to see all of you.”

  He shot me a quick glance as if wondering if I was teasing him before focusing back on what he was doing. “I was hoping you’d let me shower the oil off of you and give you a scalp massage.”

  “I’d love that, but I might kidnap you back to where I’m staying as there would be more room for both of us.”

  He opened his mouth but then closed it. “Right, you can make portals. Sorry, I don’t hang out with demons often. Most witches and warlocks are jerks to them and they assume I would be the same, so it’s tricky and can draw attention.”

  “And some demons are just monumental assholes,” I added, knowing that well. He flinched, and I knew I hit a sensitive topic, as he’d been acting a bit jumpy since he’d mentioned the oil. “I won’t kidnap you for your magic. I honestly don’t know much about you guys. I think this is the most time I’ve spent with a warlock or witch.”

  “We’re all very different and very secretive, so it’s understandable you wouldn’t know.” He was still worried though so I told him something few knew.

  “I get being scared to be used,” I muttered, closing my eyes. “The first people to explain to me what I was were more interested in what kind of demon I was, and it worried me, but I found a young vampire who seemed just as scared as I was. He helped me feed, and then I found out it was all a lie and he was trying to sell the virgin lust demon he’d stumbled upon.

  “If he hadn’t been so greedy and trying to hold out for more money, I would have been sold to a vampire coven who wanted to all get a shot at my first time and then keep me as their sex slave before I found out the truth. So I very much understand how horrible people can be and they use people who they see as prey, as that was not the only time someone has tried for that.”

  “I’m sorry you know that pain,” he whispered after a few moments. He was quiet as he moved to my legs. “I was bred for power. My father is a noble bloodline, and my mother is a surprisingly powerful witch from a poor family and got the golden ticket of being able to mate to the right family. The first born child of magic is more powerful than the others, nature’s way of no family squabbling.”

  “So you really are the golden goose,” I chuckled bitterly.

  “Oh yes, and it was made clear to me that’s all I was for as long as I could remember. With my mother’s injection of non-noble, but powerful blood, I was a high price stud horse for the right noble daughter, as that’s all any of those fuckers care about.”

  “And your mother?” I asked gently.

  He sighed. “Is completely fine with my father treating her like she’s no better than the servants given the family she was born to. She bore him a child, a son which is best, as that made me more powerful since my father is the noble and power is passed down and grows best in the same sex child of the stronger parent. Now she is treated like a mistress living on her own with money even if his mate.”

  “My mother was accepting like that,” I heard myself admitting. “I think some people are just more susceptible to brain washing than others. All she endured, even if it was common for the time, I couldn’t even seem to hear that crap she believed.”

  He gave me a curious look. “I didn’t think you were very young, but you’re certainly not old.”

  “I’m over fifty,” I said vaguely, not ever locking my age down more than that.

  “Me as well, almost ninety,” he muttered.

  “You look good for an old fart,” I teased him, letting him know he was older than me.

  “Do I?” he chuckled as he moved my ankle onto his shoulder and stretched my leg as he massaged me. I let out a deep groan in reply, his hands working my thigh just above the knee on all sides. “Are you a dancer? Or were you one? I know you’re VP of Heavenly Entertainment, but I didn’t get into what that was with how soon you arrived after me.”

  “Yes, I’ve trained as a dancer. Telling you more than that is complicated and later, though this is about the best way to get me to tell all my secrets I think.”

  “A fact to remember,” he muttered, his silky voice amused and clearly playing with me. He massaged both my legs until they felt fantastic.

  I reached down and stopped his hand as he moved to touch more. I smiled at his shocked look. “I think I want my kiss before you finger me even if it’s part of your seductive massage.”

  “It would be my pleasure. Whatever you want, goddess,” he murmured, pulling me to sit up.

  I licked my lips, feeling he was serious. “Whatever I want?”

  “Yes.” His eyes bubbled with heat and determination. He really would give me whatever I wanted as long as he could.

  “Undress. I want to see all of you too and then kiss you and then have you touch me,” I admitted, unbelievably turned on. “I want you to spoil me. No one ever has like this, and I think you might become my addiction of choice.”

  “As I think you will be mine,” he whispered as he wiped the oil off on his shirt before quickly unbuttoning it. “Does that mean I can give you another massage, my goddess?”

  “Oh yeah.” That wasn’t hard to agree to as his hands were magical. I eyed over his upper body and then abs as he took off his shirt. I was right. He had been hiding a delicious body of firm, ripped muscles, lean like a swimmer, but they were there. His arms were thick
er than I would have guessed, and his eight pack looked airbrushed it was so damn defined.

  “I’m flattered you find me appealing,” he whispered, clearly able to sense my reaction. “I hope the rest of me pleases you.”

  Oh, he did. Not only did he have a surprisingly big dick for his size, but it was fat, and nice looking. Nothing curving funny or weird. No, it once again looked like airbrushed perfection. All of him was. The thick muscles in his thighs and legs were defined, his hips and just… Damn.

  “How is some woman not worshiping you?” I asked, meeting his gaze again. “You talk of me being perfect and a goddess, and you are the most drool worthy specimen.”

  “I’m glad you like my body, but you could have anyone, and hot guys aren’t rare in LA,” he murmured, moving closer. “May I kiss you?”

  “Yes.”

  His hand ran up my arm as I turned towards him. It went over my neck and into my hair before he stepped closer, his hips moving between my knees as his gaze locked on my lips. The kiss was soft, gentle, and too brief. I leaned in for another as I touched his pecs. Something about him made me want to throw every warning out the window, like my life would never be the same now that I’d found him.

  That was a huge shift from the commitment-phobe woman who ran from the idea of repeats much less having someone in my life.

  Still, I wanted him with me. The idea of him worshipping another woman, wanting to please her as he did me, made my dark side want to come out and kill any of these mythical women. Which was so not who I was.

  I slid my hands to his hips and pulled him closer so his dick moved between my legs. “The idea of you doing this with another woman makes me jealous. I’ve never been jealous before. What was in that oil?”

  He chuckled against my lips. “No one has ever been jealous over me before, or at least in that way, and I’ve sold lots of that oil. It’s not a side effect, I promise. You know what it does.” His other hand cupped my head as he kissed me again. “We recognize our own, Jasmine.”

  I swallowed loudly, understanding what he meant. Yeah, I was craving what he offered because I’d been so mistreated and abused by men over my years. He had been as well, and that was part of why I wanted to latch onto him. He was a gem no one treasured, and it hurt me to see that.