Her Older Younger Man

Her Older Younger Man By Cooper McKenzie

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Dedication To physicians everywhere.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Her Older Younger Man by Cooper McKenzie

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Her Older Younger Man By Cooper McKenzie

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Chapter One

Anna Monroe felt her orgasm building. ―Please, oh please, give it to me,‖ she pleaded with the pink vibrator humming between her legs. Twisting the base to high, she fucked it in and out of her cunt harder and faster, trying to capture the elusive orgasm. It had been months since she’d felt a release and she ached for it. She masturbated twice daily, at least, but nothing helped. When her fingers alone no longer shot her to completion, she’d started using a vibrator and then more. These days, even using every trick she could think of, she could not find the physical and emotional satisfaction only a great orgasm offered. Even now the hovering tidal wave retreated instead of rolling over her. Growling with frustration she jerked the thrumming vibrator from her sopping, swollen cunt and threw it across the room. An apple green anal plug followed seconds later. Curling into a ball in the middle of her bed, she began to cry. She needed a man to help her fuck away stress, tension and the feeling that she teetered on the edge of insanity. She needed a man. ―Damn,‖ she sighed once she’d regained enough control to glance at the

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clock. Three forty–five and her shift started at four. Rolling out of bed, she grabbed clean clothes from the dresser and headed for the shower. She scooped up the discarded sex toys, and dumped them in the sink on her way. Ten minutes later she was clean, dressed and had on just enough makeup to keep her from looking like a ghost. She wouldn’t win any beauty contests, but she was fit and trim with tits almost too big for her body, and the rest of her curvy in all the right places. Forty–two and nearly finished cleaning up the mess from the marriage that had ended four years before, Anna focused on keeping things simple. Her auburn hair was cut in a chin length bob for ease of care, and so she could go longer between haircuts. Anything to save an extra dollar these days meant she could finish paying off the credit cards her husband had maxed out before leaving that much quicker. Six thousand more and then she could start chasing her own dreams. She grabbed breakfast from the box on the kitchen counter, and ate the strawberry granola bar as she raced down the stairs from her apartment to the alley behind the building. Stepping outside she turned left, took two steps and entered the back door of the pub where she worked. She would talk Hank into fixing her a burger later.

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―Your almost late, niece,‖ George Monroe growled in greeting as she stepped through the blue velvet curtain into the bar. ―But I’m not,‖ she kissed his cheek with a glance at the time clock. ―I’m right on time instead of being twenty minutes early.‖ ―How are you today?‖ ―I’m fine,‖ she assured him. He asked the question every day and every day she gave him the same answer, whether it was the truth or not. Turning away she began setting up for another Saturday night at the Ice House Pub. How many more months would it be before she could quit this job and her second job, moved out of the two–room apartment upstairs and start living? She’d once dreamt of being an artist. But that was before Wayne had entered her life and changed everything. When was she going to spread her wings and fly? ―You look tense,‖ Lisa Santos, her cousin and advisor on all things young and hip, clocked in. ―When was the last time you did the nasty with a real live man?‖ ―I do not want to hear this,‖ George muttered, rolling a full trash can into the back room. ―And I don’t want to talk about it.‖ Anna began cutting up fruit. ―Too bad. You haven’t smiled in months. You haven’t taken a day off since you started working here nearly two years ago. You need a man.‖ ―And when do I have time to find a man? If I’m not here, I’m upstairs typing

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for the hospital or sleeping.‖ In addition to working as a bartender at her uncle’s pub five nights a week she typed medical reports for the local hospital. She wasn’t getting rich, but at least she was shrinking the bills Wayne had left her to deal with. ―Oh great and powerful Universe, tonight send Anna a tall, handsome man to sweep her off her feet and make her so happy that she’ll call in sick tomorrow.‖ Lisa waved her arms and turned a circle as a part of her ritual ―Order to the Universe Dance.‖ She was a big believer in wants and wishes being granted through supernatural intervention. She’d had success with traffic lights and unexpected tips when she needed extra money, but to order a man? ―If this actually works, I’m going to buy a copy of that DVD you swear by and watch it every day for a month,‖ Anna checked the stock in the beer cooler as Lisa stepped out from behind the bar. Once she was out of earshot, Anna added an addendum to the order. ―And if he could be really rich, hung like a bull and want to love and take care of me forever, I’d be most grateful.‖

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Chapter Two

If he hadn’t sworn the Hippocratic Oath to do no harm, Sebastian Randolph would have already staked himself. But he’d taken the oath more than a hundred years ago, before becoming forever thirty–three, and it still influenced his outlook on the preservation of life—even his own vampire life. Since he’d hung up his stethoscope and packed away his medical license, he’d become a gambler and a hermit. He and Donovan Richards had invested in a casino in Cherokee, North Carolina, so these nights he played cards and kept tabs on the world stock markets. He’d been ordered by the council to lay low, and not call attention to himself by inventing another medical device that might save lives and bring the world’s attention to his existence. He remained on the lookout for his woman. The woman he’d dreamt of since learning the difference between boys and girls. The woman who would complete him. One who would accept his tender loving care without feeling smothered. Who would love him back, and like to play. Tonight he needed a woman. One woman who was smart and funny, who wasn’t afraid of the dark or of things that went bump in the night. A sexy woman

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who could turn him on with her smile yet innocent enough he could teach her the way to a vampire’s heart wasn’t necessarily by offering her throat for his taking. Someone to help him celebrate the one hundredth anniversary of his creation as a man of the night. Watching Donovan Richards and his new mate, Jayne, during their recent holiday visit made him ache. He wanted what Donovan had. A woman of his own to spoil with all he had to offer her. Not in the mood for another night playing cards with drunken tourists, Sebastian cashed out three hours after arriving at the casino. Settling his hat on his head, he walked out of the casino and climbed in his latest toy, a brand new burgundy Hummer with every option and extra offered. Tonight he would see what the rest of Cherokee, North Carolina, had to offer a lonely, horny vampire at midnight on a Wednesday night in the middle of January.

It was the hat that caught Anna’s attention just after midnight. Dark brown felt, it reminded her of Indiana Jones and his treasured chapeau. The brim lay flat instead of having the sides turning up like most cowboy hats, but it suited the man wearing it. One glance captivated Anna’s attention as she dropped her gaze and took in the rest of the man. Tall with shoulders that seemed almost too broad for his

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whipcord lean frame, he belonged on one of the covers of the super erotic romance novels she kept hidden in a box under her bed. He stopped just inside the front door of the pub. She watched as his eyes swept the room before he continued forward. Was he looking for someone? With a winter storm brewing and it being midweek, the only people left in the bar were Mike, Carl and Jack Smith. The three brothers usually stayed until twelve–fifteen before walking the two blocks to their home above the family hardware store. She’d been hoping to close up as soon as they left, but it looked like that wouldn’t be happening. When the newcomer’s eyes met hers, Anna smiled in welcome then swallowed hard. She fought the urge to jump over the bar and attack the man where he stood. He was perfection. He was exactly what she wanted in a man, even if he was a little young. Wasn’t a woman dating younger men all the rage these days? He returned her nod then lifted his nose and sniffed, as if picking a scent out of the air and then smiled at her with a joyous expression. Now what was that all about? He was gorgeous, movie star handsome. His skin was pale, but smooth and flawless. His eyes were light yet full of mystery. She wondered absently how his full lips would feel on hers. Sharp angles and planes defined his cheeks, jaw and

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body. He packed a sizeable bulge behind the zipper of his worn jeans. He looked like just the man to give her what she’d been needing for too long—hard driving sex and plenty of it. But he was young; too young to be interested in a woman like her. Though she mentally dismissed him as unavailable, her nipples pebbled and panties dampened as her body prepared itself. Clenching her thighs together, she fought an urge to palm her own breasts and tweak her suddenly stiff nipples. The Smith brothers would get a kick out of that. Though twenty years her senior, they each approached her every couple of months, asking for a date. Turning her back to the room, Anna tried to calm herself. Just because the stranger smiled at her was no reason to get her hopes up. She missed Lisa cross to his table, then come behind the bar. She jumped when her friend nudged her. ―Did you see him?‖ Taking a breath for strength, Anna focused on her friend. ―See who?‖ ―He’s here.‖ ―Who?‖ ―Him! The man we ordered for you. And he wants to speak with you.‖ ―Why?‖ Lisa shrugged as she retrieved a beer from the cooler. She popped the top then handed the beer and a coaster to Anna. ―Go find out.‖

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Leaving the shelter of the bar, Anna found he no longer watched her, but was busy writing on a card. As she got closer her sex center hummed at a higher, more intense frequency, and her breathing became fast and shallow. Down girl, she told herself. He’s just another customer. ―Here you go.‖ She put down a coaster and then the beer as he slid the card into a pocket. ―Would you like nuts or popcorn or something?‖ Shaking his head, he slid a bill toward her as he glanced at her nametag. ―Are you taken, Anna?‖ ―Am I what?‖ Anna wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cut him off before he’d even tasted his first beer. He didn’t look drunk. If she had to put a name on it, he looked lonely. ―Taken. As in married, engaged, spoken for, in a committed lesbian relationship?‖ His accent was pure upper crust Brit. Just her luck to get her flip switched by a tourist. He was probably just looking for a quickie, but hey, one night of great sex would be better than another night of sleepless frustration. Hell, one night of bad sex would be better than another sleepless night. But looking at him, she knew somehow that sex wouldn’t be bad. ―I’m single, straight and available. What about you?‖ She fought down a shiver as Lisa’s order to the universe and her addendum echoed through her

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memory. A tall, dark and handsome stranger to sweep her off her feet, who was also rich, hung like a bull and knew how to please a woman. If only he was a dozen or so years older. Standing, he offered his hand. ―May I have this dance?‖ Only then did Anna here the music. Looking toward the jukebox she saw Lisa punching buttons. No doubt lining up every slow, romantic ballad the old machine had to offer. With a vow to enjoy this while she could, she placed her hand in his. He didn’t lead her to the open space near the jukebox where people normally dance. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, keeping a few proper inches between their bodies. Wrapping his left arm around her back with his palm resting just above the waistband of her jeans, he held her right hand in his and began to waltz. Anna closed her eyes and opened her other senses. It had been years since she’d danced with a man. Years since a man held her with such tenderness. She sniffed back unexpected, unexplainable tears as she relaxed and eased forward. She wanted to feel all of him pressed against all of her. He smelled so good—clean, manly, spicy. She wondered if it was his cologne, the man or a combination of the two. By the time the second song began she’d closed the distance between them.

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He’d shifted, holding her tighter, more securely against his body. His shaft, big, hard and impressive, pressed into her lower belly. Laying her cheek against his shoulder, she relaxed. If he asked, she would agree to anything and worry about repercussions later.

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Chapter Three

Sebastian held her close and wondered how much farther he dare carry this while in her place of employment. Burying his nose in her hair he took a deep breath, releasing it on a contented sigh. He’d found his woman and if he had his way, she would never be out of his sight again. Would she be willing to leave this life behind and live with him in the dark? Did he have the right to ask it of her? He guided them around the room under the watchful gaze of the waitress and three old men. As they danced toward the front door, he wondered how much she would fight him if he swept her up and carried her away from this place. Rubbing his hand up and down her back, he needed a few minutes alone with her. A few minutes to confirm she was his one. With a smile to the waitress who nodded her understanding, he danced them behind bar and through the blue velvet curtain that separated the bar from the back room and kitchen. Once they were alone, he slowed their steps and brushed one hand from the middle of her back down to cup her jeans covered ass. He pulled her pelvis closer and smiled when she moaned in response.

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―Feel that, baby?‖ he murmured into her hair. ―Just dancing with you has me so hard I could pound nails.‖ He shifted his hips again, listening as her breathing hitched and her heart rate sped up. Rubbing his cheek against hers, he turned his head and licked his way across her skin from earlobe to lips. God she tasted delicious. When he reached soft pink lips made for kissing, he tilted his head and covered them. A moment later his mouth opened over hers and he found her tongue waiting for him. Their tongues dueled from her mouth to his and back again. He felt the lust building in her. Her hands rubbed his back before easing down his body until they covered his ass. Breaking the kiss, Sebastian looked at the woman in his arms. He watched until she opened her honey brown eyes. ―Come home with me?‖ He fought down his tendency to dominate, and tried to stay patient. He wanted her to want him of her own free will, not because he’d influenced her in any way.

Anna felt as if she’d drifted into a fairy tale or one of her erotic romance novels. Nothing like this had EVER happened to her before. She was a divorcee, who worked two jobs and had put her dreams on hold for so long she’d forgotten what most of them had been. Rich, mysterious men didn’t just walk into her life, and wrap themselves around her heart while dancing. This kind of thing only

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happened in her books. But she wanted it, wanted him. She was so hungry for him that she’d strip off and spread her legs for him right here in her uncle’s pub if he asked. ―Come home with me?‖ His murmured question sent a shiver of spiking need through her. Hell, yes, she wanted to shout as her cunt clenched and juice drooled from her core. He smiled down at her, and her heart melted. She wanted to experience whatever he offered, but she had responsibilities. ―I’m tied up here until closing.‖ Anna couldn’t believe the words coming from her mouth. Could she really spend the night with this tourist of the beautiful green eyes who smelled like spicy sex, and looked like any woman’s darkest dream? ―Here’s my address and cell number. I’ll leave the gate open.‖ He pulled a card from his pocket and pressed it into her palm before closing her fingers over it. Kissing her cheek, he rubbed his cheek against hers again. ―Hurry, we only have until daybreak.‖ Anna stood where he left her, staring at the curtain he’d disappeared through. She jumped when Lisa parted the curtains to look at her in amazement. ―He left?‖ ―Uh huh.‖

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―You let him go?‖ Lisa sounded appalled. Anna opened her hand. ―He gave me his card, and asked me to come to his house after I finish here.‖ Sliding the card in the pocket of her jeans she headed to the bar with Lisa on her heels. Lisa looked from her to the front door and back again. ―So what the hell are you doing here? Get your ass in gear and go after him.‖ ―I have to close up.‖ Lisa grabbed her arm and dragged her to the back room. ―I’ll close up. You put on something sexy, and go after that man.‖ Anna smiled at the order. ―I don’t think he cares what I wear.‖ ―Then grab your coat and get moving. And be careful, it’s snowing out there. But first,‖ Lisa reversed direction to the storage closet where they kept the bathroom supplies. She opened the box of condoms they filled the machines in the restrooms with. Grabbing a large handful, she shoved them at Anna. ―Take these and don’t forget to use them.‖ ―Expecting a lot, are you?‖ ―I saw the way you looked at him. And the way he looked at you.‖ Up in her apartment, Anna changed into a plain bra and panties, jeans and a sweater set. Checking herself in the mirror she frowned. She didn’t own any sexy clothes, and wasn’t sure she wanted any. She didn’t want to look like she was

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trying too hard. Turning away she pulled on her bright red parka with its many pockets. The condoms went into one storage pocket while clean panties went into another. ―Well girl, this is what you wanted. Go get him.‖ She was just about out the door when she realized she didn’t have the business card he’d given her. Pulling it from her other jeans, she stopped and read it. ―Sebastian Randolph. Even his name is gorgeous.‖ She turned it over to read the address, and immediately wondered if she shouldn’t call him and tell him she wasn’t coming. The Randolph Mansion was a fortress, a castle and a piece of history all tied up in one. She tucked the card into her jeans, pulled on her gloves and danced down the stairs. Her ten–year–old car was parked under the carport so she didn’t have to waste precious time to clean it off. Climbing in, she turned the key, ―Please don’t screw this up for me. I need to get to him.‖ It took some coaxing, but the old sedan started and ran. Anna drove out of town carefully; half afraid that any stop would give the old car reason to die. She fiddled with the heat, but found it blowing cold air no matter what she did so she turned it off and pushed the gas a little harder. She shivered, but made it to the Randolph Mansion in record time, even with the roads covered with snow.

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Once she parked, she didn’t move. Could she really do this? Could she spend the next couple of hours fucking a rich, gorgeous, younger man before returning to her pitiful existence? Maybe she should just drive away before anyone realizes she had arrived.

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Chapter Four

Sebastian stopped on his way home for breakfast foods before heading to the imposing, castle–like structure his father had built into the side of the mountain more than a century and a half before. A number of rooms were completely light–proof, which were perfect for entertaining when your friends are deathly allergic to sunlight. Parking the Hummer near the front door, he took the time to toss the car cover over it. He wasn’t concerned with keeping it clean, but covering it up now would make it easier to clean off the snow once the storm ended. James, his butler and man Friday, opened the front door as he approached, no doubt watching his every move from the many hidden cameras the council’s security team had installed. The Randolph Mansion was his home, the center of his empire, but was also known to those within the council as a healing place. Using a century of medical knowledge he healed vampires as well as their human companions. He was also able to help companions who wanted to cross over to do so without the authorities discovering they were breaking the laws of man and nature.

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―Good evening, Master Sebastian.‖ James took his hat and coat after closing the door. ―Good evening, James. Leave the front gate open. I’m expecting a Miss Anna Monroe.‖ ―Will she be staying beyond daybreak?‖ ―I’ll let you know. Please bring her to the master suite when she arrives.‖ James’ eyes widened for a moment before he nodded. ―Yes, sir.‖ Sebastian always met guests downstairs. Even the women he’d brought home to fuck only got as far as the guest room located just off his study. No one went into his private suite. James had to know this woman must be very special to him. Sebastian was halfway up the stairs when he turned back. ―James, I left a bag of groceries in the Hummer. Could you please bring it in and deal with it?‖ At James’ nod, he continued upstairs. He needed a quick snack before Anna arrived. His hand rubbed up and down his still fully engorged cock as he smiled in anticipation. By the time he’d satisfied his blood hunger and made sure his private rooms were prepared for a human visitor, a knot of anxiety took residence in his stomach. Checking his watch he realized it had been nearly an hour since he’d left her. Surely she was on her way by now. He picked up his cell phone from the dresser

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where he’d laid it, but froze as he looked at it. He didn’t have her phone number. Or the number of the pub. As he descended the stairs to his study to find the phone book, he smiled. She was close. He could feel her. The need that had waned earlier now slammed full into him again. Once in the foyer he headed to the front door. He couldn’t wait another moment before seeing her again. He opened the door and frowned when he didn’t find her approaching. An older sedan sat in the driveway next to the Hummer. When she didn’t make a move after several minutes, Sebastian went to her. He was so attuned to her that he felt her lust, her uncertainty and even her fear. He knocked twice before opening the door. ―I’m so glad you got here safely. Welcome to my home.‖

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Chapter Five

The knock on the window startled her, but as soon as the door opened, Anna’s anxiety dissipated. No matter what happened in the future, she wanted Sebastian. She would treat this like their dance earlier, an adventure she would probably never experience again. ―There wasn’t any traffic,‖ she said as she released her seatbelt. Shifting to climb from the car she was touched when Sebastian offered a hand. She took it and allowed him to pull her from her seat, and off balance to lean heavily against him. Lifting her face, she was not surprised when he kissed her. The sexual heat that had waned somewhat during her cold trip up his mountain flared back full force. ―Mmmm,‖ she responded, wrapping her arms around him. ―You’re freezing, baby. Come inside where it’s warmer.‖ Anna smiled up at him and nodded. ―You’re calling me baby? I have to be ten years older than you.‖ Sebastian waited until they were inside and the door was closed before answering. ―You are sweet and lovable as a baby. Would you prefer sweetheart,

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love of my life, or my heart instead?‖ He helped her take off her coat, then knelt down and pulled off her sneakers as well. Anna thought a moment then shrugged. ―Baby is fine.‖ Sebastian nodded and straightened. ―Dance with me?‖ He took a step back and held open his arms. It was only then Anna heard the music. Classical waltz music, perfect for slow dancing. With a nod she stepped into his arms. Closing her eyes, she knew she would follow wherever Sebastian led. Exhausted from years of long work days and little time off, she allowed herself to relax in his embrace. She knew instinctively that he would take care of her. She didn’t even lift her head when footsteps approached. ―The hot tub is prepared in the red room.‖ ―No, not for my Anna. Please prepare the master suite. And a snack for Anna.‖ ―Yes, sir.‖ Once the footsteps faded away, Anna lifted her head and forced her eyes open. ―Who was that?‖ ―James. He runs the house and keeps me in line.‖ Sebastian lowered his head as she raised her chin to look at him. When he lifted his lips several long minutes later, Anna was short of breath, warm and

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hungry for him. Opening her eyes she found his green eyes glowing down at her. They continued waltzing around the foyer and her lust continued to grow, as did her insecurities. ―Why are you doing this?‖ ―Doing what?‖ Looking away from his unwavering gaze, she focused on his throat. ―I’m not young. I’m not sexy. I’m not what you should want. You should be chasing those women who hang out at the casino.‖ ―You think so?‖ Anna nodded as a shiver rocked through her. So maybe she wasn’t as warm as she thought. ―Let’s talk about this upstairs. Hang on, baby, I don’t want to drop you.‖ She tensed when he swept her up and cradled her to his chest. ―Wow,‖ she breathed as they started up the grand central staircase made entirely of gray stone. As he carried her up two flights of stairs and through the halls of his large home, Anna admired the stone and wood construction, the heavy antique furnishings as well as exquisite sculptures and paintings. She’d love to study the art and architecture of this place Sebastian called home. Later. For now she would focus on the man. Sebastian carried her into a huge bedroom at the end of a hall. Bypassing the bed, he set her down on a deep red loveseat across the room.

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After helping her strip to her practical cotton bra and panties, he pointed toward the doorway where she heard water running. ―Into the tub,‖ he said, swatting her butt gently to get her moving. ―Wow,‖ she stopped two steps inside the bathroom. The room was nearly as big as the pub. The main focus a sunken tub half full of water. Next to it stood a shower big enough for several people. Another open door led to a walk–in closet. The fixtures were gold, the tub, counters and floor black marble and the walls the gray granite of the mountain. Stripping off her underwear, Anna settled into the tub then watched a naked Sebastian cross the room toward her. Clothed he was gorgeous. Naked he was devastating to this woman’s nerves. His skin was pale, but his torso rippled with long, fluid muscles. His cock was long and thick though only half hard. A thrill shot through her at the thought of that muscle fully engorged. He would be bigger than her largest vibrator. As she watched, he twitched and began to lengthen and thicken even more. Sebastian slid into the tub to her right and threaded the fingers of their right hands together. He wrapped his left arm around her and draped his hand down over her breast. ―Mmmm,’ she purred, relaxing against him as lust and love built in her once again.

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Chapter Six

Sebastian felt her hunger, her lust and his need grew exponentially. She didn’t love him yet, but he could wait. He’d waited more than a hundred years for his woman to arrive, now that she was in his arms he found he could wait a little longer for her to give her heart over to him. He only hoped his secret wouldn’t freak her out too much. When she found out he was a vampire would she run screaming from the house? Would she try to stake him? Or would she love him despite his handicap? ―Anna, baby, we need to talk.‖ She looked at him with an expression so filled with lust he had to grit his teeth to keep from throwing good intentions out the window and just taking her. But that wouldn’t be right, and if nothing else Sebastian always tried to do the right thing. ―Talk about what?‖ ―I’m not what you think I am.‖ ―If you’re not a totally hot, gorgeous man who wants to fuck me with the most incredible cock I’ve ever seen then what are you?‖

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Though he was tempted to just blurt it out, he needed to backtrack and ease her into it. ―How old do you think I am?‖ Anna frowned at him. ―Why do you do that?‖ ―Do what?‖ ―Answer a question by completely changing the subject with a question of your own?‖ He frowned for a moment as he thought back through their conversations. Blinking, he smiled. ―I, too, am single and available. Now, how old do you think I am?‖ ―Thirty–five?‖ ―Close, but way off. Tonight I celebrated my one hundred and thirty–third birthday. Which is why I can call you baby, baby.‖ Anna stared at him, stunned. ―A hundred and thirty–three? How?‖ Sebastian lifted her into his arms, needing to feel her skin on his as he shared the secret of his life and undeath. He settled her so she straddled him. Then he kissed her gently. ―Remember I told you I could only be with you until daybreak?‖ ―Uh huh.‖ ―Just before daybreak I will retreat into the deepest, darkest part of this house to the room that serves as my sleeping place. I will stay there until sunset

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when I will be able to emerge again.‖ As he spoke, his hands traced random patterns over her arms and shoulders before moving to her fabulous tits. ―You’re a… a…‖ His thumbs brushed over the flat ends of her peaked and rosy nipples. ―Yes, sweet Anna, I am a vampire.‖

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Chapter Seven

Anna almost didn’t hear his confession as her body reacted to his touch. Electric pulsations of want shot from nipples to her sex center. The muscles across her middle contracted in a way she’d never felt before. His touch was so powerful, so affecting there was no way she could fight against the desire that bloomed like a mushroom cloud. But his confession sent a shiver of fear to temper the lust. ―Are you going to kill me? Make me your slave? Make me a vampire, too?‖ she whispered, unable to look away from his beautiful eyes. She almost missed the expression that flashed over his face. Disgust, anger, revulsion. For himself and what he was? Or for her because she hadn’t offered her neck for his ravaging? ―God no, sweetheart. You aren’t in any danger from me. I haven’t killed in more years than I can remember. With you I’ll confine my lust to your body.‖ He shifted under her, pulling her closer so his hard shaft rubbed against her pouting clit.

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―Mmmm, lust sounds like fun.‖ Leaning forward, she opened her mouth and covered his. Her hands reached for his coral tipped nipples. In seconds her lust burned higher than she’d ever felt before. She rose up on her knees so her clit rode the length of his shaft to the wider head. Then she shifted until his shaft was poised at the open mouth of her body. Pulling her lips from his, she looked down at him. ―May I?‖ Instead of speaking, his hands dropped to her waist to pull her down as he lifted his hips, filling her completely with one thrust. ―Oh, sweet heaven.‖ Anna’s head dropped back, her body arched and her cunt clenched tight around the thick shaft that split her. The orgasm she’d been chasing for months crashed over her with his first stroke. She remained frozen for several long moments thankful Sebastian didn’t move either. When she could think again, feel past her glorious release, she straightened, opened her eyes and looked at the man she held intimately. His eyes blazed green fire and his lips were drawn tight as she slowly began to rise and fall over him. She shivered with the pleasure that ran through her, knowing she would be flying again soon. She couldn’t wait. ―I can’t…‖ he growled as his fingers tightened around her hips. ―Then don’t. Give it to me, baby.‖ She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Fisting his silky hair she didn’t fight him as he increased the pace,

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lifting and lowering her easily over his granite hard shaft. Her clit rubbed against the skin of his belly, sending her lust spiraling out of control again. When he lowered his head and began to suckle a nipple, Anna cried out. She froze on an upstroke with Sebastian only half sheathed in her. Sebastian lifted his head from her breast. He watched her completion, his hips lifting in deep powerful thrusts that kept her peaking until he followed her into bliss. Releasing her, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. The kiss was gentle and loving, and just as thoroughly sexy as every other kiss they’d shared. She returned the kiss, then rested her head on his shoulder, exhausted. ―Baby, it’s almost daybreak. Will you stay?‖ Sebastian gently stroked his hands up and down her back as he rubbed his cheek against her hair. ―I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep all day,‖ she confessed, though the last thing she wanted to do was leave. ―If you’ll allow me, I can help with that. Question is, do you WANT to stay with me, knowing what I am?‖

He tensed as he waited for her answer. He’d finally found the woman he’d been looking his entire life for, how could he ever give her up? ―As long as you don’t suck my blood or make me into some kind of a kink

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slave with no will of my own, I’d love to stay with you.‖ Anna brushed a kiss on his cheek. ―I’ll have to call my jobs and let them know I’m taking the day off.‖ ―Sharing your blood with me and being my kink slave is entirely your choice. Everything is your choice, but know that I am already yours and I’m going to have a hard time letting you go.‖ Sebastian’s cock began to stiffen as Anna nibbled on his earlobe. ―Mmmm, sounds promising.‖ Anna shifted on his cock, her own hunger visible in her eyes. ―But I thought you said it was almost time for you to go to bed?‖ ―There’s still time.‖

Anna tightened her hold on his shoulders and the shaft still deep within her when he stood and stepped from the tub. With her arms and legs wrapped around him and his hands cupped under her ass, he carried her easily into the master bedroom. When he reached the bed he crawled to the center before laying her down. She felt the cool silk below and the man both above and inside her, and wondered what she had done to deserve such a wonderful man. Or maybe it wasn’t her that had been good. After all, it was his special day. ―Sebastian?‖ ―Yes?‖

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―Happy Birthday.‖

The End

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Author Bio

Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late, but has come to appreciate air conditioning, computers and other conveniences of modern day living. She enjoys the slower pace of New Bern, North Carolina as well as the history and small town community found there. In addition to dreaming up her next story, Cooper enjoys reading everything from children’s books to vampire romance, singing in her church choir and needleweaving. She loves to hear from her readers at [email protected]

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