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"Spellbound"
a novella by L.A. Banks
from the anthology

My Big Fat Supernatural Wedding
St. Martin Griffin
ISBN:0312343604
October, 2006
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Excerpt:

“Jefferson, we can’t,” she gasped, stopping the next kiss and leaning her forehead on his chest.  She could feel his heart thudding against her skull and connecting to the thud of desire between her legs.  His USC t-shirt clung to his hard torso, dampened. 

“Baby, I don’t know how much more of this I can take…” 

The fact that Odelia used his full given name made him nervous.  That was a no, for sure.  Right now, he couldn’t hear that word.  He didn’t care what his Momma and her brothers promised would happen if he ever in life hooked up with a Hatfield woman.

“You know there’s no sense in us getting ourselves all worked up,” she said breathlessly.  “That’s why I stood up and got off the darned blanket.”

“I can’t help it,” he said, kissing the crown of Odelia’s head, panting.  “Ain’t nobody gonna see us.  Won’t nobody know.  We could fly to Vegas and get married tonight.” 

“The woods have eyes,” she said, resting both hands on his shoulders.

“Then let’s go back to your place,” he said, hugging her to him hard, still unable to stop touching her.  He had to make love to Odelia or heart failure was possible.  It was already nearly impossible to breathe, he wanted her so badly.  His family could conjure all they wanted, but this woman was the one.  He refused to let them throw bones and chase her away like all the others before her.    

“We can’t fly to Vegas… I know you spent everything you had on this ring.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured as his hands slid down her back and began to caress her bottom. 

Just feeling the rise of her firm behind beneath his palms made him shudder and close his eyes when her tight butt muscles clenched to the rhythm of his touch.  Who cared if he was two months late in his rent, and had used the last of his book money, food money, and student loan living expenses to put a rock on her hand—she was worth it.  It didn’t matter that he was currently flat busted.  The condition was temporary, any ole way.  She didn’t need to worry.  When he turned twenty-five in a couple of months, he’d come into a little inheritance money that had been put in trust for him by his dearly departed father.  He’d use that to start their lives, buy their first home.  Never in a million years would he take that home to plough it into a conjuring business with his uncles.  Odelia Hatfield was worth every penny he had to his name.

His better judgment in shreds, his body continued to move against her softness, stoking the ache that swept through his groin and radiated sheer agony through his abdomen.  They were not gonna force him to come back home and join the family conjuring business, in exchange for them lifting the celibacy spell.