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It took over a week for Scanguards and the Stealth Guardians to hammer out the details of their alliance and secure the approval of the principals on both sides. But finally, each side was happy and ready to work together. Virginia and Wesley were chosen as the respective liaisons for their parties, something Virginia couldn’t be happier about. It meant that despite the fact that she’d broken about a million rules when she’d trusted Wesley, the council wasn’t going to punish her. On the contrary. They had granted their permission to continue the relationship. Privately, however, the council had urged her to make the union official. But just how did a woman approach the man she loved and ask him to marry her? Wasn’t that the man’s prerogative?

“Penny for your thoughts.”

Virginia snapped her head to the bathroom door, where Wesley was leaning against the frame with only a short towel covering his groin. Her breath instantly hitched, and her heartbeat accelerated. She’d thought that after more than ten days of seeing him like this, she’d be used to it, and her reaction would be less explosive. But that sculpted chest, those strong abdominal muscles, and those muscled thighs dusted with dark hair sent a wave of fire through her body every time.

Under her negligee, her nipples pebbled, and farther south, the flesh between her thighs began to tingle in anticipation. Every day since coming to San Francisco, they’d made love until nearly midday, then slept until sunset, before returning to Scanguards. For that whole time, she’d refrained from making love to Wesley the Stealth Guardian way, because they had to take part in the negotiations and needed to be rested, but now that all of it was done, there were no more excuses. This weekend, there would be no work. And apart from a family gettogether, she and Wesley would be alone.

“A penny isn’t nearly enough,” she said and pulled the duvet back. “I’d rather make a trade.”

Wesley smirked and loosened the towel around his waist, then tossed it back into the bathroom. “Now you’re talking, babe.”

He walked toward her without hurry. His cock hung heavy between his legs, already filling with blood and getting harder before her eyes. She loved the way he got aroused so quickly. But what she loved even more was the way Wesley looked at her: with love and passion. And that look hadn’t faltered once, but seemed to grow more intense every day.

The mattress depressed next to her as Wesley slid beneath the covers to join her. His eager hands were already touching her, shoving her white negligee over her head to free her from it.

“I don’t know why you even bother wearing this, when you know I’m going to undress you anyway.”

She chuckled. “Maybe I like the way you undress me.”

“Point taken.” Then he pulled her closer and locked eyes with her. “Anything else you like?”

“Yes, I’d like you to be mine forever.”

The words were out before she knew she’d said them. She sucked in a breath.

There was a flicker in Wesley’s baby-blue eyes. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Cautiously, she asked, “What do you think I’m saying?”

“Forever is a long time for an immortal. So you think you’d like to have me around for that long?” He pulled her pelvis to him and pressed his erection to her stomach. “Knowing what I’m like? How insatiable I am?”

“I like insatiable.”

He rolled over her, shoving her thighs apart to make space for himself, while he took her wrists and pinned her arms to either side of her head. “I hope you know what you’re getting into.” He plunged his cock into her pussy with one perfect thrust.

Virginia let out a moan and tilted her pelvis toward Wesley’s groin, welcoming the invasion.

“I’m not the mild-mannered witch everybody thinks I am.”

“I know who you are. I’ve seen what’s inside you. And I love every part of you.”

He withdrew his cock then thrust again. “How about this part?”

“What are you trying to do, torture me?”

He brought his lips to hover over hers. “Just a little. Just to make sure you mean it.” He kissed her passionately, then severed his lips from hers. “Now please tell me your race has a bonding ritual that involves sex. Because I’m afraid the witches don’t.”

She smiled up at him. “You’re in luck.”

“Perfect,” he murmured.

“I need to explain a few things.”

He put his finger over her lips, stopping her. “Surprise me.”

“It could be dangerous,” she warned him.