Her Phobia

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ide-eyed from the doorway was enough to make her stand quickly, her hands moving to straighten her clothes and hair."I cannot believe this!" Marguerite

thday, Aunt Marguerite," Thomas p

n't sneaking around. I came up to get fresh stockings." She sc

ared pointedl

cause he was upset, and I hated to leave him distressed." She paused, then tilted her head, and said, "I take it Bastien's arrival int

to Dr. Gregory Smith to say, "I didn't kidnap you. I borrowed you." She turned

anna glanced from her mother to the man in the bed

tension leaving. "Yes, well he

m him. Not at all. That's why I was feeding on him. I thought it migh

as commented with amusement. "Although

erection was pressing his dress pants upward. Even as s

ented lightly, and Lissianna had t

, I didn't. I mean, it may not bea surprise anymore, but I didn't really have much, just a quick bite. A small nibble really.

your birth

ng her birthday gift and turned to

repeated. "I ordered Chinese for you.

erward, she'd be hungry again.However, Gregory Smith had been robust and yummy, he'd been a filling and satisfy

really understood or experienced herself except in a secondhand, observing sort of way. This time she hadn't been able to remain detached and observant. In h

et a lot of men in her two hundred years, and many were much more attractive aesthetically, but they'd only ever left her cold. There wa

enjoying the moment, but from the brief connection, she'd got an imprint of his mind. It was

anna thought that was interesting. On the other hand, her mother and cousin were also staring at her with concentrated interest, and she couldn't help but think that couldn't be a good th

emove her mother's thoughts from those th

ng, "If he isn't her birt

rthday dinner?

conversation going on around him at first. Now he had and was distressed all over aga

d. "It was supposed to be a surprise presented at the party, but as you've already unwrapped your gift, I may as well explain. De

ught to ask what sort of doctor he was when she'd asked his name and he'd said

ed tone. It made her curious. Her own disappointment was based on the fact that she'd rather nibble on him than

or...dinner? He was still trying to sort that one out. Lissianna, as the brunette kept addressing the blonde, had thought him her birthday dinner.

s when he was a teenager. brunette's announcement. He couldn't recall how long it had taken to fade. He also didn't recall getting it to be quite as enjoyable as this experience had been either, yet he'd have been happy to let the blonde suck on his neck all she w

from the truth. Despite his family's best matchmaking efforts, he hadn'thad sex in almost a year. While the women his family tended to set him up

he meantime, his family ever hopeful continued to set him up with every single female they knew, and Greg continued to avoid bedding the women to avoid messy entanglements with family friends

p with anyone, it had been with an ice b

olitely and clinically had sex with him. It had been cold and functional and terribly unexciting...rather like taking Metamucil. It got the job done, cleaned the pipes, bu

im here to tre

question, noting for the first time that she

, de

s no

is a good thing. I thought you would be pleased. I thought it was perfect. He can cure your phobia, allowing you to live a n

igure out in his mind what kind of phob

urned a bright smi

t her blankly

of her phobia," s

the brighter eyes of the daughter. They were as blue and clear as a c

ren't contacts. It bothered him that she felt

denly announced, and Greg gave a start.

londe said, glancing from him

your earlier thoughts, our eye color is natural. I am not sure if t

g color in the daughter's eyes, then his mind slowly absorbed herwo

odded. "Yes, o

oted, and recalled that he'd thought her mad when she'd complained that she

e options he'd prefer. He didn't want to be sleeping because that would mean Lissianna was nothing more than a fantasy he'd dreamed up, and he wasn't pleased with the idea of never seeing her outside of his dream

brunette

ng a phobia isn't like taking a pill. It takes some time," he informed her, then asked a little l

brunette

ring a phobia isn't like taking a pill. It takes some time." The brunette had obviously read th

t this situation was so bizarre. He was tied to a bed, for God's sake, and the three of them were standi

I'm flying down to Mexico tomorrow morning for a vacation. There are things I need to do before the

ung woman poked her head in and peered about. She was another brunette, her face heart-shaped and pretty. Sh

erding Lissianna and Thomas toward the door, saying, "We'll deal with this

r for them to exit, adding, "The Chinese order has arrived, too. I put the delivery boy i

announced as she followed Lissianna and Thomas out into the hall. "Lissianna can o

unable to believe they'd just left him lying there

ing held for ransom, and he wasn't dinner. That was good, he told himself. Wasn't it?He was here to treat a phobia. Frankly, Greg thought the whole family needed treatment...and not for phobias, but so be it. They wanted him to treat a phobi

n

he information that he'd been held against his will and so on, but in truth, were Lissianna to slip back into the room and kiss and caress

ocked myself in for the ride to a strange house, then climbed out and willingly entered said premises, going so far as to walk upstairs and lay down to be tied to the bed. But geez, they didn't untie me when I asked and now I want

rotic little murmurs of pleasure as they'd kissed. If his hands hadn't been tied, he would have rolled her beneath him, strip

ver one erect nipple and swept his hand down over her ribs, then across her flat stomach to dip it between her legs and find her damp sweet

n abrupt end as he felt the complaining ache in his groin. Okay,

to return eventually. Perhaps after the party, Greg thought as he noted the muffled sound of music coming from below. The party was obviously under way. Lissianna's birthday party, he remembered, and wondered how old she was. He

thinking? He was tied to a bed and being held against his will. He'd asked to be untied, but no on

firmly. "How about trying to get yourself loose and out of

mself, Greg tipped his head back to peer at the b