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missed quite a lot of technological updates. I took a moment to scan Ophelia’s history. She was currently living in North Carolina, had a long, long string of partners, though she had never married. Then I found it. Back when Diesel and I had known each other, right about the time he’d left, she’d been linked to him, but then had moved to Savannah where she’d immediately hooked up with a warlock from the United Kingdom. It had lasted two years before a curse rendered him impotent.
    “Yikes,” I said and pointed to the sad fact. “That sucks for her.”
    “And him,” Diesel added.
    I laughed and immediately felt bad. “That’s not really funny.”
    “Not for him, but for her it is. She’s a manipulative bitch and if I never see her again it will be too soon.” He stood and tugged on my hand, pulling me up with him. “I was naïve back then, Ida May. Idealistic. I wanted to believe the best in people. I thought I’d see you again; that I’d have another chance with you.”
    I stared up at him, my insides melting. “You wanted a chance with me?”
    He brushed my unruly hair behind my ear, his touch sending tingles straight to my toes. “I was more than a little intimidated by you back then.”
    I couldn’t help the stupid grin from claiming my lips. “Why?”
    He let out a bark of laughter. “Didn’t you know I was a virgin?”
    “You have got to be kidding me.” I actually took a step back, putting space between us.
    “Hey.” He tugged me back, this time pulling me in so close that my body was pressed up against his. “I was only seventeen.”
    “Seventeen!” I’d only been twenty-four, but still. That was quite the age difference back then.
    He chuckled. “I knew nothing. But one thing I did know was how beautiful you are.”
    I flushed at that.
    “And I’m definitely not a virgin now.”
    Oh holy hell. Desire heated me from the inside out and my pulse started to race. Diesel certainly wasn’t that sweet boy I’d known back then. No. He was all man now, the kind that made panties melt. Or would if I had any.
    “And don’t think I don’t know what you were up to in the tub last night.” His voice was husky, full of lust. “I nearly lost my mind when I heard your self-satisfied moans. It was all I could do to not rip the door off and take you right then and there.”
    My face flamed as fire crept over my cheeks and I thought I’d die on the spot from total embarrassment. “Well, I…you know. It’d been a long time.”
    “And even longer since you’ve been touched by a man. One who has spent literally decades imagining what he’d do to you if given the opportunity.”
    My throat went dry and when I opened my mouth, no sound came out.
    His whiskey eyes started to glow with liquid heat and his smile turned wolfish as if he was going to devour me.
    I nearly came right there in his sweatpants.
    “You turned me down last night,” I finally managed to say.
    He pressed his thumb lightly to my rapidly beating pulse then traced the line of my neck, sending shockwaves through my veins. “Only because I wanted to be sure you didn’t regret this. That it wasn’t the booze talking. And that you wanted this with me , not just anyone. Because, Ida May, I’ve been waiting a lifetime to live out my fantasies with you.”
    “Oh goddess,” I breathed. “Yes. Yes to it all. Now.”
    Those eyes turned gold with my words, and then he swept me up in his arms and kissed me.

6
    T he bedroom door crashed open , and instead of carrying me to the bed, Diesel pressed me up against the wall, one hand gripping my ass and the other cupping my breast as he teased my already erect nipple.
    “Oh, boy,” I whispered, my legs tightening around his waist. “I think I might combust right here.”
    “Tell you what,” he said between mind-blowing kisses. “How about we see just how many times we can make you orgasm. Because I’m pretty sure you have some major catching up to do.”
    “I can work with