Not to me, anyway. He just cooed softly to the sl**ping c***d in his arms as he extracted the sheet from her grip. ‘OK, Marie, honey, let daddy have...the sheet. You don’t need it now and I think Fiona wants it back. There’s a good girl.’ With the sheet out of the tiny monster’s clutches Jeff calmly dropped it back over me, giving me a wink and a smile. I just lay there, red of face, feeling hot and bothered. One thought did cross my mind as Jeff carried Marie away. There was no way he was going. My angel always wanted her man clean-shaven before going down on her. I respected her wishes. As I gazed into the mirror at myself I thought how lucky a guy I was. It was me who had this naked goddess just a few feet away. I was the luckiest guy on earth. The electric razor removed the whiskers from my face and the aftershave lotion she bought especially for me I applied generously. Everything I could do that could add one ounce to her hotness was a worthwhile investment of my time and energy.. Alex turns as the door closes and for a minute I hope that he has not seen me. He has, though. His expression is one of surprise then slowly dawning pleasure. He is not wearing tailored, cuffed trousers, or perfectly pleated khakis. He is wearing a pair of jeans, worn, tight in just the right places. A soft brown sweater exposes a white t-shirt in its v-neck. I want to slide my hands under the sweater, down the jeans… ‘Hi,’ his voice is deeper than I remember. It is not competing with the. Lana's spell held, but there were sparks and crackles as the magical energies clashed around me. I ran through a laundry room and into the main hall.I reached the door that led to his magical lab. More kicks, this time two, and the door crashed down. Another warding triggered, more flashes and pops, but Lana's spell still held.Mr. Woodhouse was not within, and from a quick glance, I noticed that the jars of my blood were gone too, but the door to the basement was still there. When I tried its.