Page 30 of Hungry As Her Python

I followed his gaze, feelings of pride filling me.

I mean, how often did a man notice when a woman worked hard?

Not many if Granny was to be believed.

“I suppose, but that’s mostly because of Petyr.”

“Petyr, huh? Are you and your familiar having any issues? I noticed he was a little possessssive of you earlier,” he added with a slightly growly hiss.

Ermagerd.

Just like that, lust sucker-punched me right in the gut. Conrad Boman had the sexiest, huskiest voice I had ever heard.

That snaky hiss at the end of words that didn’t even end in an S?

Yeah, my panties were waving a white flag and begging for mercy.

“No, Petyr and I get along great. In fact, he’s so happy here, he’s about to ask Magdelena if he can bring his wife and sons over.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize he was married,” Conrad replied. “That’s good. What about you?”

“What about me what?”

“Any ex-boyfriends with grudges? Someone who would want to hurt you, Bella?”

I frowned.

Sure, I had exes—men I’d dated, kissed, baked for—but only one who’d broken my heart, and he’d moved to Chicago years ago.

“Um, I don’t think I should discuss that with you,” I mumbled.

“It’s to keep you safe,” he insisted, but something about the whole thing made me antsy.

“Fine, but the only ex I have who might want to cause me grief is Jameson Vorhees, but he took a position with the Warlock World Coven and moved to Chicago.”

“Vorhees,” he growled, jotting the name down like he was adding it to his personal hit list. “Anyone else?”

“Uh, no. You alright there?”

“Sorry, I might be feeling a little possessssive of you myself,” he confessed, and his eyes, oh my Goddess, his eyes were glowing.

Whether it was lust or jealousy, I couldn’t say.

But either way, the man was smoking hot.

“No reason for you to be,” I hedged.

“Isn’t there, Sugar? I know how you look when you’re rounding that bend to ecstasy. I know what you taste like at three o’clock in the morning. I know those desperate little sounds you make when you like the things I do to your body. So yeah, I’d say there’s plenty of reasons for me to covet you, sweet Witch,” he murmured, his voice wrapping around me like molten chocolate.

And I know I shouldn’t, but I liked it. A lot.

“That’s in the past,” I said, but my voice cracked, and even I didn’t believe me.

Faker.

“You know I can hear lies, don’t you, Sugar? Those memories of you and me together? They’ve been playing over and over in my head since that night.”

“So what difference does it make? We slept together. It was a one-off.”