Free Lust Eternal by Sabrina York Page B

through his heart?
    He was supposed to be heartless.
    “Can we try, Keeshan? Please?”
    He buried his face in her shoulder. What was it about this
woman that he could not resist her slightest demand? He knew he could distract
her. He knew all he had to do was draw the incantation on her flesh and she
would be so overcome with lust she would forget about Carter and her brilliant
idea and become obsessed with only him. And he wanted that. He wanted that so
badly he could taste it on his tongue, even as he tasted her.
    But he was determined to resist the temptation. He had to.
He cared too much to force her to want him. He cared too damn much. And that
frightened him to death.
    She must have sensed his weakness, his consent, because she
wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, splattering kisses over his
cheeks. “Oh thank you! Thank you. I just want to see him again. I just want to
see him.”
    “I know.”
    Damn. With all his heart, Keeshan hoped the mirror would
behave. Show her something innocuous. Something mundane. Carter shaving. Carter
on the toilet. Carter watching the television box. Anything but… Anything but that .
    He stood and helped her to her feet. As they walked to the
mirror room, Keeshan had the strangest sensation they were walking to their
doom.
    She must have felt it too. “Will you hold me?” she asked.
    Keeshan raised her hand to his lips. “Certainly.”
    He settled himself on the wide chair, arranging her on his
lap. She settled in, wriggling until she got comfortable, which only made him
more uncomfortable. He was cursed with a near constant hard-on whenever she was
around and having her warming his lap was a torment beyond words. But for her,
he could tolerate it. At least for a while.
    The lust was beginning to rise again. Clawing trails of
arousal snaked through him, bubbled and spat, heightened his tension. He bit
his lip against it and hardened his resolve.
    But honestly, he did not know how long he would last. It had
been hours since he’d been inside her.
    “Shall we?”
    His brain seized and then he realized what she meant was,
“Shall we ask the mirror?” In the depths of his imagination, she was asking for
something else entirely.
    “Yes.” He cleared his throat. “Mirror. Show me Carter.”
    There was a brief of hesitation as though he had surprised
the mirror with this unfamiliar request. Keeshan almost always asked to see
Circe or Lisette. But the mirror could not refuse the request. The dark glass
faded and a scene began to coalesce.
    “Hold me,” she said in a small voice.
    Keeshan wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She
snuggled closer, her focus trained on the mirror. She shivered so he rubbed her
back until she relaxed.
    “Here it comes…”
    A windowed room appeared. A large desk. Orderly shelves
filled with pristine, untouched books.
    Aimalee bent forward. “That is Carter’s office. But…”
    The door opened and Carter entered, followed by Sorcha.
    Keeshan cringed. Damn.
    Carter crossed to the desk and extracted a bottle of Scotch
out of the bottom drawer. He poured two generous glasses and handed one to
Sorcha. “Do you think she suspects?”
    Sorcha snorted. “She thinks you walk on water.”
    “Still…”
    “She doesn’t have a clue.”
    Aimalee tensed. Keeshan resumed his stroking.
    Carter threw back his drink and poured another. “She didn’t
show up last night. I mean, I expected she’d be put out. Asked to miss the
opening and all. But she didn’t even finish the display.”
    Sorcha ran a long-nailed finger around the lip of her glass.
“She’s pouting. Let it go.”
    “She didn’t come in this morning. She never misses work.”
    “She’ll get over it.
    Aimalee sighed. “See. He misses me. He’s worried.”
    Keeshan merely grunted in response because now Sorcha was
moving closer to Carter. And she had that look in her eye. Keeshan had
seen it more than once.
    But Aimalee never had.
    It didn’t take long for her to