Free Viking Seduction Blood Slave by Brannan Black

come, hard .
    A knock on my door jerked me back to reality. I switched back to my edits.
    “Dekker, can I come in? I have a couple of questions for you.”
    I smoothed a hand down my raging hard-on and keyed open the door. I lifted my brow in question but she seemed more interested in seeing what was inside.
    “You wanted something, other than to look at my office?” I grinned down at her blush and waved her in.
    “Ah, sorry, just wanted your OK before I rearranged any more stuff…” She zeroed in on my laptop. “Hey, I thought you were working in here, not reading! This is an AJ Dane isn’t it?”
    I nodded with a sly smile.
    “I thought I had read all of hers. Must be new. When did it come out?”
    “It’s not out yet because he hasn’t finished his edits. Keeps getting distracted by a certain female.”
    She stared uncomprehending for a moment. “ You’re AJ Dane?”
    I shrugged but couldn’t keep the grin from my face.
    “A thousand-year-old vampire -- Viking vampire -- and you write romance novels?” She looked from me, to my wall of weapons, to the story on the screen.
    “Paranormal romance.” I cocked my head, trying to gauge her reaction. It looked like she was shaking. Was something wrong? Then the laughter started. I glared at her. “There is nothing wrong with being a writer. I’ve been on several bestseller lists.”
    She choked back on her laughs. “The others know about this? Ferine knows about your work?”
    “Yeah, so?” I crossed my arms, feeling rather put out.
    “No freaking wonder the man keeps dissing you.” She choked trying not to laugh, then gave up and let it out.
    I should have been used to this. Romance writers get no respect whatsoever, and a man, even less.
    “Sorry, it’s just, well… Vicious Viking and all.” She snickered. “So I guess your books are inspired by your life or your friends?”
    I nodded. “Some parts. Want to see my most recent inspiration? I haven’t decided where to use it yet. Might have to write a whole new book around it.” I pulled up the piece I’d just written.
    I watched her face as she read. She grew more flushed by the moment. I could hear her heart speeding up and smell her sweet juices flowing. I half sat on the desk, watching her as she devoured the short but hot scene. “Must be a pretty good piece, even before editing.” I lightly caressed down her chest to brush her breast. She sucked in a breath.
    “You wrote this about me?” She flushed brighter red. I raised her chin so she’d look at me.
    “I did.” My voice dropped to a deep rumble of passion.
    She swallowed and glanced down at the bulge stretching my jeans and sucked in a huge breath and held it.
    “So, pet, you going to leave me like this again?” I caressed her breast harder, finding her nipple and teasing it through her T-shirt.
    She choked off a moan. “Dekker, I…” She swallowed but seemed unable to form thoughts, much less words.
    I leaned close, my breath tickling across her face. “Yes, pet? You want something?” My lips brushed hers as soft as a butterfly’s wing. Her eyes fluttered closed but she made no move to deepen our kiss. I pulled back and waited.
    After a moment she found her voice. “Dek, I’m sorry about laughing at you. You really are a good writer. It’s just, I don’t know, ironic? A Viking vampire writing romance stories about vampires?” She shrugged her shoulders in apology but refused to look at me.
    “They always say write what you know…”
    She nodded and asked with a wicked look, “So which character is you?”
    “They all are -- and none of them. I do draw on my millennium of experience.” I slipped close enough to tease my fingers through her hair.
    She blushed slightly.
    “Let me guess, one of my boys featured in your dreams? Maybe while playing with that wicked pink B.O.B.?” I teased with a wicked grin. She just blushed harder, and shrugged, but she leaned into my touch. I trailed my finger down through her