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  “A little sweet. A little salty,” she said while licking her finger, sharing what her taste buds experienced with the man she still straddled.

  “God, you’re hot,” Augustus said as she lifted her hips and slid her off his member.

  Tara giggled and leaned into him as he wrapped her in an embrace and gingerly kissed the top of her head with affection. The gesture was intimate, not something you would do with a one-night-stand. She felt safe and didn’t want the moment to end, believing that there would never be a moment as perfect as this again.

  A knock at the door interrupted that thought.

  “I’m going out to get lunch, do you want anything to eat?” It was Pamela’s intrusive voice.

  Rolling his eyes, Augustus yelled back, “No, Pamela. I’m fine.”

  Pamela continued, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

  “Pamela, I’m busy. Go to lunch.”

  Taking her cue, Tara stood up and asked, “Can I use your bathroom? To clean up before going back out there?”

  “You don’t have to go so soon.”

  “Yes, I do,” Tara said.

  “Well then, of course you can clean up.” He pointed to his private restroom.

  When Tara came back out, she didn’t know what to say. She had never been with a man before, so she didn’t know if she should just leave or say goodbye in some other sort of proper way. Augustus walked up to her and grabbed her hand, placing a kiss on her palm.

  “Until next time,” he said.

  “You want there to be a next time?” Tara asked with genuine curiosity.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time. I figured you were off limits, but I guess I was wrong. Thank you for the note.”

  Tara cut him off. “What do you mean? What do you think is in the envelope I gave you?”

  He tensed up. “I just figured that you finally had the courage to tell me that you wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you. I didn’t want to be presumptuous, so I’ve been waiting for you to make the move.”

  “Presumptuous? Do you really think I would hand my boss a note telling him that I want to fuck him?”

  Augustus looked shocked, and for a brief second, almost embarrassed.

  Tara continued, “I think you better read what I’ve given you.”

  Augustus reached into his pocket and pulled out the envelope. Scanning the page, he took but a minute to process what he was reading. Anger flashed through his eyes and he looked up at Tara with a murderous gaze.

  “She stole millions of dollars?” he roared. “Pamela has no idea who she’s dealing with.”

  Terrified at his reaction, Tara stepped back from him, ready to run out the door. Yet she didn’t break eye contact with him, and as the anger built she saw a change take place. He snarled at the paper as Tara watched his canines descend from his gums into two sharp, white fangs.

  “A vampire,” Tara whispered.

  Sensing her presence again, Augustus quickly transformed back to his human form, but Tara didn’t care. She just ran.

  Augustus called after her, but she didn’t wait around for him. She ran to her cubicle, grabbed her purse along with the few personal items she kept at work, and raced to the elevator. She was never going back to Hanover Technologies.

  Tara couldn’t sleep that night; the image of Augustus’ descending fangs kept her awake. Not only had he given her the most pleasurable experience of her life, but shortly after, he followed with the most terrifying. She pressed her eyes closed, trying to push out the frightening images from her mind.

  A creaking sound came from the other room.

  Is that my front door? It can’t be, Tara thought.

  She sat up and opened her eyes to find two men standing at the entrance of her bedroom door. Her mouth opened in shock but she couldn’t scream. Her body was paralyzed with fear, leaving her staring in terror at the figures in front of her.

  When the first figure spoke, she immediately saw that gleaming white fangs.

  “Sorry it has to be like this, but we can’t let you remember.” The words coming from the blonde vampire were straight forward, but compassionate.

  “Remember what?” asked Tara.

  “Augustus revealed himself to you today.”

  A fresh wave of terror hit her. “I promise I won’t tell anyone,” Tara begged. “Please don’t kill me.”

  The towering black-haired vampire laughed. “That would be easier, and then at least we’d get a meal. But, alas, Augustus insisted we keep you alive.”

  “Then, what are you going to do to me?”

  “Erase your memory,” said the blonde foot soldier.

  “I won’t remember anything?”

  “You’ll remember most of your life, but you won’t remember working for Augustus or anything about the job.”

  “But there’s records of me working there. People will remember me. And what about Pamela?”

  “Pamela’s no longer there.”

  Tara’s hand flew up to her mouth. “You killed her?”

  “For fuck’s sake,” said the black-haired vampire. “Why do you think we’re going around killing everybody? No, she’s been arrested, and with Augustus’s connections, she’ll be in prison for the rest of her life. To answer your next concern, no records exist. They’re gone. Nobody will remember you worked there.”

  The idea of nobody remembering her seemed preposterous.

  “How does he have the power to do all of this?”

  The taller vampire sighed. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter what we say. You’ll forget anyway.”

  “Augustus is our prince, one of the sixteen children of Atticus, the vampire king. Augustus is very powerful and you are very lucky. We’ve never seen him go through so much trouble for a human before. You should be dead.”

  And with that, the conversation was over. Tara had no memories of Augustus or Hanover Technologies.

  Tara woke up feeling wet between her legs. Her dreams were filled with lust-filled sexual fantasies, and for some reason, she dreamt she made love to a vampire.

  In her dreams, he fucked her hard, something which she wondered if she’d like. Feeling restless, Tara slid her fingers down under her panties and into her soft, moist folds. She needed to release the tension. Slowly, she applied pressure to her pink pearl, a spot that awakened all of her senses.

  At first she brushed it with the tip of her index finger, and then she applied more pressure. Her finger easily glided across her clit as she became more aroused. Different motions and pressure elicited different sensations and she loved all of them. The pressure built and built until carnal bliss thrashed through her body.

  Feeling relieved, Tara quickly got dressed, and headed out the door with her laptop in her bag. She needed to search for a job and planned to spend the day at a new coffee place that opened in the Upper West End off Broadway.

  The aroma from the vanilla almond milk latte warmed her body before she’d even taken a sip. Settling down at an empty table, Tara reached for her laptop to get started searching for a job. A shadow passed over her table, causing her to look up.

  Standing at her table was one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. The man looked to be about thirty years old, give or take a year. Wavy brown hair crowned his head and his brown eyes sparkled like a steaming cup of hot cocoa.

  “May I sit here? All the other tables are full.”

  “Of course,” answered Tara, motioning with her hand for him to take a seat.

  “My name is Augustus.”

  The name sounded familiar, and his face also looked familiar, but Tara couldn’t place where she knew him from.

  “I’m Tara.”

  Instead of searching for a job, Tara spent three hours in deep conversation with the handsome stranger across the table. Tara was in awe of his stories. He had traveled the world, was highly educated, well read, and had a deep understanding of history, almost as if he had lived through it. Not only was Tara attracted to his body, but hi
s mind made her want him even more.

  Before he stood to leave, he said, “I have an event I have to go to tonight, and silly me, I forgot to find a date. Would you care to join me?”

  Without hesitating, Tara answered, “Yes, I’d love to.” A wide smile lit up her face.

  After he added her contact information to his phone, he turned to leave after saying farewell.

  She had no idea what type of event they were going to, so as he walked toward the exit, she called out, “What do I wear?”

  Augustus flashed her a grin. “Something sexy.”

  After putting the finishing touches on her hair and makeup, Tara was almost ready to go. She slipped on a black, A-line dress that hugged her small waist and fell mere inches below her bottom. After grabbing a matching pair of black panties, Tara decided to throw them into her purse and go bare-bottomed. She didn’t know where her wild streak was coming from, but she wanted to try something new. Something about Augustus Hanover made her want to experience the unknown. She placed her perfectly manicured feet into her black stilettos and waited for her date.

  Almost as if he knew the second she was ready, a knock sounded on the door.

  Tara opened the door, and Augustus’ waiting smile turned to amazement.

  “Wow.”

  Tara shared the same sentiment. Augustus was dressed in a black designer tuxedo that made him look as striking as a model and as distinguished as royalty. Oh how she wished she could see what was beneath his clothes.

  He took her arm in his and walked with her to the elevator. After walking through the lobby, they arrived at the waiting car. The town car headed to a swanky hotel downtown where the event was taking place.

  After arriving, Tara quickly noticed how people reacted to Augustus. Men were vying for his attention to discuss business, and women practically fell at his feet. He didn’t give anyone a second glance. His attention was focused fully on Tara.

  Tara sensed that he was a powerful figure and wanted to know why. “What do you do for a living? It looks like everyone wants to be a part of what you’re doing.”

  “I own Hanover Technologies. Have you heard of it?” he said with a coy smile.

  “The name sounds familiar, but I can’t place it.” Tara looked up, trying to remember where she had heard the name before.

  Suddenly, her memory came back. Pamela. Their sexual encounter. Fangs. Vampires erasing her memory. A look of terror fell over her face.

  Augustus looked at her inquisitively. “Is everything all right? You’re as white as a sheet.”

  “I remember everything. I remember what you wanted me to forget. How could you do that to me?”

  “That’s impossible. You can’t possibly—” said Augustus.

  “I do. I remember working for you. I remember having sex with you.”

  “So then, you know my secret.” It was a statement, not a question.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “And?” was all he said.

  Several moments of silence passed between them, both sizing up the other. His unwavering confidence slowly wore at her. He wasn’t threatening. Tara’s head was spinning, and she overwhelmed by all the emotions she was feeling. Finally she relented and spoke.

  “It’s not my secret to tell, so it’s safe with me. But why? Why would you make me forget and then find me the next day?”

  “Because I want you, Tara. I just didn’t want you to remember my secret.”

  “Maybe it’s better if you take me home,” Tara said, unsure of what to do.

  Augustus didn’t respond for what seemed like an eternity.

  “Dance with me.”

  “Are you going to kill me?” asked Tara, not wanting to make him mad.

  “Dance and kill are two very different verbs. I believe I asked you to dance.”

  “Are… are you going to hurt me?” She needed to know.

  He didn’t answer, but instead placed his hand on her lower back guiding her to the dance floor. He whipped her around to face him and wrapped his arm around her lower back to draw her in closer. The earthy scent of sandalwood and citrus filled her nose. He smelled wonderful.

  The dance floor was just dark and crowded enough to make it feel like they were undetectable. As they danced, his strong arms guided Tara’s every move. He pulled her in closer, causing her mound to grind against him. She felt him grow, and Tara’s body reacted with chills racing through her body. Feeling his erection against her sex with only thin black fabric separating their naked bodies turned her on. Oh god, she wanted him.

  How is he doing this to me? What kind of hold does he have on me?

  Within seconds, he whirled her around so her rear was grinding up against his cock. Slowly, he slid his hand down her thigh and then back up, massaging her bare ass. He slid his hand down to her sex, which was smooth as silk.

  “No panties? Was that for me?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  Her dress covered his hand so the people around them didn’t know what they were up to. The thrill of getting caught amplified her arousal.

  With dozens of people surrounding them on the dance floor, he continued to caress her, making her weak at the knees. He supported her with strong arms as she moved her hips to the rhythm of the music, pressing harder against his hand.

  “Let’s go,” he whispered, playfully biting her earlobe.

  She obeyed his command and let him lead her off the dance floor and out a door that led to a dark hallway. He pushed open another service door that led to the alleyway.

  The chill of the night air made Tara shiver. Augustus removed his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. She slid her arms through the large sleeves. His thoughtfulness made her smile.

  Unaware of his plan, Tara held his hand and followed him blindly. The alley was dark, with only one light illuminating the isolated passageway between the buildings.

  Augustus turned to Tara and asked, “May I taste you?”

  Tara was confused. He had tasted her when he kissed her in that most sensitive area between her legs during their first encounter in his office. “You already have…”

  He smirked and lifted her finger to his mouth. He bared his fangs and pricked her finger with his razor-sharp canines. A bead of blood pooled on her fingertip.

  “I want to taste this,” he said, looking to her finger and then to her eyes.

  Tara’s heart beat faster. It seemed her senses were always in a constant battle of fear and arousal when in his presence. He slowly licked the blood from her finger, never breaking eye contact with her.

  “Tara, I promise that I will never hurt you. I have wanted to get to know you since you walked through the doors of Hanover Technologies for you first interview. I told human resources to hire you before you were even called into the office. Since then, I’ve watched you. I know your brains rival your beauty. I also see how your presence lights up a room. I’m smitten. I’ve watched you for months and I must have you.”

  Tara was shocked. His words warmed her heart.

  “I want to be with you, Tara.”

  She moved towards him and pushed her caramel locks away from her neck, baring her smooth, creamy skin. She leaned her head to the side giving him the approval to drink from her.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist. She raised herself on her tippy toes as he leaned down and pierced her skin with his fangs. A growl erupted from deep within his throat as he suckled on her neck.

  Within seconds, the sharp pain of the puncture was replaced by a warm, euphoric sensation as the blood flowed from her neck. The euphoria traveled down her body until it rested between her legs. Her decision to forgo panties meant that her wetness slowly trickled down her inner thigh.

  Augustus removed a hand from around her waist and brought it to the center of her femininity. He began to stroke her gently, matching the movements of his mouth as he continued to drink her blood.

  The world around her seemed to illuminate with bright shimmering light, despite the f
act that they were still in a dark alley. Once again, he wrapped his arms around her waist as he lifted Tara up to his hips, his mouth still on her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his soft, brown locks. She felt light as feather in his arms as he didn’t struggle to hold the weight of her petite frame.

  He carried her to the wall and rested her back against the brick surface. The coolness of the stone passed through his jacket that she still wore and onto her skin. Augustus fumbled with the buttons of his pants and freed his erection, brushing it once against her clit before lowering her and entering her with a hard thrust.

  Moaning loudly, the pleasure intensified each time he plunged in and out of her.

  “Augustus, oh, Augustus. Don’t ever stop fucking me.”

  His length filled her over and over, bucking his hips up slightly with each push to stimulate every single nerve ending in her clit with his pelvic bone.

  She could hardly breathe as he ravaged her. On the verge of climax, her body began to tremble. Between the blissful sensation of him drinking from her, paired with their intense lovemaking, the world came to a stop and her body was sent over the edge in violent, animalistic pleasure. She cried out, unable to contain her voice as heavenly waves passed throughout her body in a chorus of perfection.

  Augustus removed his lips from her neck, and with one final thrust, filled her with liquid pearls.

  Augustus held her as they relished in the aftermath of their erotic encounter. He bit the tip of his own finger, and rubbed his blood over the fresh holes in her neck.

  “What are you doing?” Tara asked.

  “Healing you,” he replied, and then gently brushed his lips against hers.

  He removed a pocket square from the jacket that Tara still wore and rubbed it across her neck, removing the blood. He then folded it and wiped it between her legs before setting her back down on the ground.

  “Shall we go back inside, or do you want to go back to my place.”

  “Definitely your place,” she answered as he squeezed her hand.