Knowing that handsome but brooding Michael Regan only felt impatience toward her, quiet cautious JJ tried to give him a wide berth. But as luck would have it, on Halloween night, she found herself in a strange, dangerous situation - needing help, one which only Michael could give. One that might expose secrets too hot for either of them...

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"Are you out to drive a man insane?" he hissed, his hands strong and tight around my wrists. "You might be dressed as the noble king, but you are every inch a witch."

Heart pounding, I let my eyes roamed, feasting on the sight of his face, naked with emotion, his lips still moist from our kiss. "Don't look at me like that." I moaned, arching my body high when he leaned in to take my mouth under another kiss. He was not gentle at all, and I shivered as his muscles contracted against my soft curves. Wet tongue parted my lips, making me whimper as Michael ran his handsdown my chest and then up again, cupping me possessively.

"What sorcery are you playing with, JJ," he whispered, almost as if he was talking to himself. I labored with my breath, wet like I had never been before at the sight of Michael's big hands rubbing my heaving breasts.

"You are so big," he squeezed for more emphasis, rocking on top of me as he settled more snugly between my legs. I was throbbing slightly, enjoying way too much the sensation of being spread wide, his muscular thighs holding me in place. "Your lips." His dark eyes focused on them and I instinctively bit the lower one, making him groan and press a sloppy big one. "What is this, JJ," he rasped, his hips moving against mine and I moaned under his lips when I felt just how hard he had become. "Even your hair is different... I can't think with you all soft and hot under me - "