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His hands slide around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I feel exactly how badly he wants me.

His hard length presses against me, and suddenly I am keenly aware of one very important fact.

We have on way too many clothes.

Way.

Too.

Many.

Apparently, Grimm agrees.

He lifts his head.

Those glowing eyes lock on mine. Something hot and powerful ripples through the air.

And the very next moment⁠—

We're naked.

Totally.

Completely.

Naked.

“Oh!”

I gasp and look down.

Then up.

Then down again because, holy hell the man is hung.

What? I'm only human.

Okay, Witch.

Whatever.

The point is, I have eyes, and Grimm Palermo naked deserves at least a second look.

Possibly a third.

“Did you do that?”

“Needed to see you. To feel you. Goddess, you smell divine.”

I gape at him.

“I do?”

“I want you so badly, my Enchantress.”

Oh, Goddess.

There are so many questions in my head.