“Do you think if you say your name out loud, I’ll cast a spell on you?”
I can hear his deep timbre in my head as I press the stimulator harder against my clit. He’d been teasing me, but I had thought exactly that. So I fled the library without giving him anything.
I’m not an idiot. I’m certain he knows my name by now. All he had to do was ask Arianna or Dallas. They were both standing right there, witnesses to my madness. I’m sure he had my full name before I was even in my car. My address, too, if he asked for it.
And yet, I haven’t seen the man since. I tell myself that’s for the best. He did a lot of damage to my emotional stability as a single cat lady in just a few seconds. If I were to run into him again, I’d probably start wandering around town, dazed and drooling.
I’d die if he knew the effect he had on me or how much I think about his rock-hard body, his voice, and the crooked smile he gave me. His eyes had been dancing with mirth, too.
There is no reason to believe Brody Wilde is interested in me. Just because he knocked me off my feet doesn’t mean he’s thought about me for a single moment since. I’m sure I’m safe. If he’d truly wanted to see me again, he could have shown up at my door any day. He has not.
So, why does that disappoint me?
Angling the shaft inside me to rub against the front of my channel, I slide closer to euphoria. My moans fill the room. My blood has rushed to my pussy.
All I need to reach orgasm is to let my mind go there. The place I feel like Brody promised.
Over his knees with my skirt pushed up and my panties pulled down. Spanking me for my insolence and naughty words.
As soon as the fantasy version of Brody starts swatting my bottom, I cry out, my orgasm so powerful that when it’s over, I’m wrung out and completely limp as I float back to Earth.
Panting, I stare at the ceiling and promise myself I’ll stop doing this. I must. If I don’t, I’ll lose my sanity.
Tomorrow. I’ll stop fantasizing about Brody Wilde tomorrow.
Chapter 2
Melody
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I wince as I take a seat at the conference table in the library. Claire is looking a bit green around the edges. “You feeling okay?” I ask her.
“Morning sickness,” she mutters. “They lie. It’s afternoon now and I’m still nauseous.”
This time, I cringe. Right. I should have thought of that. Reagan looks a bit peaky, too. I suspect she got pregnant a week after Claire. Arianna is probably also pregnant, but she hasn’t mentioned it yet. She’s biting her bottom lip as she stares at her two new sisters-in-law.
Emilia comes in next and sits beside me. “Melody. I’m so glad you came.” We’ve only met once in passing, but she seems really nice. She’s Dallas and Brody’s much younger sister from their father’s second marriage. I’m pretty sure Arianna told me she’s twenty-two.
Everyone in this room is younger than me. I’m an old maid at twenty-eight. And I’m okay with that. I feel young. That’s all that matters.
The town doctor, Kinsley, is the last to arrive. She rushes in, looking flustered, her brown curls bouncing around her shoulders. Even she is younger than me. Some sort of child prodigy who finished med school wicked young. I have no idea why she moved to Wilde to open a small practice. But I’m not going to ask since I really don’t want to discuss why I moved to Wilde.
“Sorry I’m late,” Kinsley apologizes. “I was helping a mom with her colicky baby.”
There’s a collective groan around the room.
“Please tell me most babies don’t get colic,” Reagan begs, placing her hand on her stomach.
Kinsley shrugs. “Not sure I’d say most… Some don’t.” She grins. “But with a mansion full of babies, I’d bet at least one of them will scream so loud most of the night that everyone will be exhausted.”
Claire narrows her gaze at Kinsley. “Is that supposed to be helpful?”
Kinsley giggles. “Nope. Just facts.”
Emilia turns to me and changes the subject. “I hear you’re a famous author hiding out in Wilde and that no one even knows your pen name.”
I chuckle. “I don’t think I’d go so far as to say I’m famous or in hiding, but the rest is true.”
