She eyed the necklace. “Then it must not work, considering what we were just doing.”
His smoldering eyes slid over her. “I told you, I wanted to do that.”
“Because I made you.”
“Not with this charm on, you didn’t.”
She rolled her eyes. “Broken charm. I was draining the very life out of you just now.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Draining my life? Is that what you think?”
“Lifting the hex on me requires taking a man’s sexual essence. And you felt the effects, don’t try to deny it. You were so weak you could barely move.”
He nodded at the clock. “It’s almost one, Joslynn. I was up at four this morning. I worked a full day’s construction, and then ran Timmy halfway around town for trick-or-treat. Then you wanted a midnight date to give me the ride of a lifetime. I never even got dinner. Look, I’m sorry I faded out like that. I definitely had other plans for you tonight.” He cocked his head. “You really thought you were sexing me to death?”
She scowled. “Why else do you think I stopped? Because I enjoy working myself up to a frenzy before sending my body into erotic withdrawals?”
He shrugged. “Why did you? I mean, if you went to all this trouble to bewitch me into becoming your love slave, why stop?”
She shut her eyes. “I thought I could go through with it. It would only take one time with a man to cure me. Just once. But it isn’t your damn fault I got hexed by an evil bitch. I’d rather suffer the curse than know I’d hurt or killed someone decent just to get my looks back.”
With that she turned, and with a wave of her hand, the candles extinguished. The sacred circle fell, breaking her hold on him.
“Whoa,” he said, his eyes wide as he stepped closer. “That’s exactly it, right there.”
“Excuse me?”
“That’s the woman I saw on your porch tonight. The one I wanted to come back to see.”
She snorted. “While wearing a pendant to protect you from the evil I might do.”
“Do you blame me? I had no idea what I’d find when Timmy wanted to come trick-or-treating here. He insisted, because kids at school said he wasn’t brave enough to visit a real witch on Halloween. I agreed, but my mother beat into my head early that one shouldn’t leave themselves unprotected around a witch they don’t know and trust.”
She sighed. “Something I discovered the hard way. But why come back here later, then?”
He shrugged. “I told you, I was curious. You were so forward, so mysterious with that whole ‘midnight, tell no one’ thing. I had to see what you wanted with me.”
“A witch wanted you in her lair at midnight on Halloween, and it didn’t occur to you it might be bad? I wanted to offer you as a sacrifice so I could be pretty again.”
“You’re beautiful now.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t patronize me.”
“No. I mean you’re beautiful. Now.”
He took her by the shoulders and spun her around, then walked her to the grandfather clock. She started to question him, but there in the glass over the clock face she saw a vague reflection that made her gasp.
She dropped her dress on the floor and her hands flew up to her face. Her fingertips skimmed across smooth, undamaged skin. She whirled on William. “How?”
“I think you know.”
Her heart pounded so hard in her chest that she almost couldn’t breathe. “It’s because I didn’t go through with it.”
“You gave up what you wanted most to do the right thing.”
Tears blurred her view of him, and she blinked them back. “She lied. Fallah told me that getting a man to come inside of me was the only way to break the hex.”
“Congratulations on proving her wrong.”
Joslynn smiled and glanced down at herself. “Thank you for being part of that.”
His dimpled grin returned. “Now do you believe I wasn’t actually under your powers of magical persuasion? That I found you sexy in your own right?”
She blinked in shock. “I guess I have to. Can you forgive me for what I wanted to do?”
“Never.”
Her smile faded, but she offered a conciliatory nod. “I understand. I wouldn’t forgive me under the circumstances, either.”
“That is,” he said, moving closer to push satiny strands of caramel-colored hair behind her shoulders, “unless you agree to make vigorous, aggressive, and repetitive amends.”
She shivered when his lips met hers. This time, when she tried to push him backward toward the settee, he leaned down and picked her up in his arms. She squealed protest, but he said, “Uh-uh. Remember, I have the protective pendant on. I get to have my way.”
She directed him into the guest room, where he laid her gently on the bed. There, surrounded by the mirrors that had been Joslynn’s bane for three years, her new Bayne moved between her thighs. He proceeded to show her exactly how a witch should be punished for leaving him with blue balls—over and over until the final mists of Halloween night were ready to part on the dawn of a bright new day.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J. Rose Allister has penned over fifteen erotic fiction titles from her home in Southern California. She is an avid cook, gardener, and movie buff, and has more books in her to-be-read pile than she can ever hope to find time to sit and enjoy, not that this stops her from adding more.
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