I remembered last night at the club, and how we'd been joined tighter, closer, than ever before. I pressed my body along his back, tucked him tight against me, so that his ass pushed against my stomach and my breasts pressed into his back. He feels useful. I thought, Jean-Claude.
The sensation made me writhe underneath him, made me grip Nathaniel's hand hard enough to dig nails into his flesh. I can catch some of it, but probably not all of it. I feared they'd try more vampire tricks if they knew I, or someone with my skills, was with the cops. I wish I believed that, Sergeant Hudson, I do surely wish I believed that.
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