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Brianna pulled her lip between her front teeth. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t, or didn’t, eat regular food. The sun was only beginning to set. She adjusted her parasol to continue shielding her while she turned to properly face Joe. “You know what I’ve never done? Had pizza delivered. Isn’t that silly?”

He blinked at her for a second before breaking into a wide, charming grin. “That is easily remedied.”

“Just one thing first,” she said. He arched a brow as she pulled her hand from his. Pushing up on her toes and curving her hand over the side of his jaw until her fingers slipped into his thick, soft hair, Brianna drew him in for a kiss.

Their lips met as her eyes closed and a surge of long-forgotten heat rushed over her.

Joe wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her against him, and his mouth opened over hers. He traced her lips with his tongue, then swept inside when she parted for him. There was no hesitation. His hands splayed over her spine, hers slipped into his hair, as their tongues danced. The increased tempo of his heartbeat played like a background drum in her ears.

Joe eased back, slowly breaking the kiss, still grinning. He swallowed once, then said, “So, what kind of pizza should we get?”

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Joe flattened a hand on the smooth, tiled wall of his shower and fisted his cock with the other. Hot water pelted his skin, seeping into his muscles, and he closed his eyes as he stroked himself.

The day had been good. No, the day had been great. He didn’t exactly know how to define his relationship with Brianna and he wasn’t upset about that. He could still taste her on his tongue. A low groan escaped him as the tactile memory of her tongue swirling around his, stroking the length of it, washed over him. They’d done more than a little kissing after returning to his house, and though that was as far as it had gone, he was much too wound up to simply will himself back down.

So he’d decided to indulge. He hadn’t had a choice, really.

Of course she was a great kisser. He didn’t particularly want to think about all the practice she’d probably had, but damn did she know how to put it to use. She was sweet on the tongue and soft to the touch. Everything about her was soft. Her skin, her hair, her lips. He pictured that softness pressed up against him. Imagined easing the dress off her body and running his hands along her paler skin. Cupping her full breasts, rolling his thumbs over her rosy nipples, and tasting them. The low, breathless sounds she’d made when they kissed played in his memory as Joe stroked himself. He remembered the subtle firmness of her hands, the way they’d threaded his hair and slid down the back of his neck. The way she’d run her hands over the backs of his shoulders, down his arms, and curled her fingers over his spine. Her touch had been light, but it had burned through him.

It didn’t take much effort to imagine those feminine hands wrapped around his throbbing dick, to pretend it was Brianna who was pumping his length, with her smooth skin and her strong grip. The recent memory of her murmuring his name between kisses egged him on. Without warning, the woman in his fantasy pushed him back and dropped to her knees, running her hands along his thighs as she dragged her tongue over his shaft.

Joe groaned in the back of his throat, the sensation of her passionate kisses flooding him all over again. The Brianna in his mind pumped him hard while she swirled her tongue around his tip, nearly driving him insane, before finally bowing her head and taking his cock into her mouth. He remembered the oddly erotic scrape of her fangs over the sides of his tongue and he shivered, squeezing himself harder. There would be no head-bobbing, no face fucking. She’d slide him in, swirling her tongue, and then she’d suck.

His hips jerked and he nearly lost his footing on the slippery shower floor as he finally came.

Imaginary Brianna faded away and Joe released a ragged breath, leaning heavily against the shower wall. Shit. It wasn’t like he’d never masturbated before, but that one was intense. He almost felt like a teenager trying to make sense of too many hormones. Except of course his stupid teenage self hadn’t known anyone like Brianna Wheeler—if there even was anyone else like her—and that was okay. She wouldn’t have looked twice at that boy.

But that raised a good question. Why was the Vampire Princess looking at him at all?