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I dashed to the bedroom and then halted after it closed. The room was lined with painted panels. It was like being surrounded by clouds. I walked to touch one and smiled at the sound-dampening foam.

I heard the shower kick off and smiled wider when a seven-foot-tall Viking shifter emerged from my bathroom. His hot gaze landed on me with a possessiveness that thrilled me to my toes. Water dripped down his chest still. I badly wanted to lick it off, but first, I needed to take some precautions.

“Don’t move. Stay right where you are,” I ordered, quickly opening the bedroom door again.

I rushed back into the kitchen, waved the wand to secure all the doors, and then I stashed it—and Jezel—in a drawer for the night.

I returned to the bedroom and found Farley exactly where I left him. I smiled in approval and shed my shoes. I’d snuck in earlier and put on my black date dress to celebrate the occasion.

I happily locked the door behind me and walked to the fantasy man I’d been waiting too long to get my hands on. He chuckled against my lips when I unwrapped his towel and slung it away.

He’d said that he’d been looking his whole life trying to find me. As he pulled my dress off and carried me to bed, I suspected I might have been doing the same.

If the doorbell rang, I would ignore it. Or maybe I wouldn’t even hear it from in here thanks to the best boyfriend a witch could ask for. My moans bounced off the walls back to us as Farley used his fangs on me. He growled against me and vibrated both of us. It was perfect... absolute, positively perfect.

Tonight was only for us, and nothing was going to get in the way this time.

— THE END —