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Sedona stared, blinked. Part of her could almost feel him inside her. Part of her recoiled, in shock at herself.

“You don’t touch me in any way. I touch you, take you with my hands, your entire body. Touch you however, wherever I desire, for as long as I desire. Kiss you
—
”

“I can’t!” she desperately whispered. “I can’t stand the thought of any man touching my body, the way it is now.” A void of silence except for the crackling of the fire surrounded her. “I can’t.” The whisper poured out of her.

“What if I don’t touch you?”

His very male whisper touched her, wanted her.

“What?” she softly demanded. “Total darkness. You just do it.”

“One way, one scenario.” He moved toward the kitchen.

Sedona knew why he left, his desire burned for her, hot and bursting.

“Great!” she whispered to herself. “Now I feel selfish. Dysfunction never leaves. It just becomes more annoying, more inconvenient.” She set the mug down, stretched out, feeling comfortable in way she hadn’t for years. Except for him, except for sex, heavy as ash in the atmosphere.

“Hell! Not very angelic, right? I’m not good in relationships with men as it is, how would I ever deal with a cherub man? Who would ever even know how?”

My mother knows.

She scowled.
Bad mind-snooping cherub.

Should I slice the strawberries?

Not yet. Coming.

You will,
he teased.

“God! This is horribly ridiculous,” she grouchily muttered, rising. “I suppose I should be celebrating. Some younger man wants me.” Sedona walked inside the kitchen.

“Wow. Is this the same place? You do good work in the power department. And in the manifesting department. Even the butter looks like the right temperature.”

“Butter instead of shortening. Mind snooping is beneficial,” he naughty crooned.

“That’s what the New World Order would have us all believe.”

Aware of him behind her, watching, Sedona stirred up her shortcake ingredients from memory. “Hope you like the biscuit type, cherub.”

“Yes. What oven temperature?” he asked.

She swore joy owned his voice box.

“We’ll try 350.” Sedona began spoon-dropping the mixture on the cookie sheet. As he opened the oven door, she placed the sheet in, then turned. His silvery dark purple eyes beheld
her, and held her hypnotized to him.

“The bowl is in the freezer for the whipped cream, Sedona.”

“Whipped cream could be a carnal dangerous subject between us.”

He smiled slowly, cherub wickedly. “A little devil in the angel,” he answered her thought. “And a little angel in every devil. The way of the universe, the grand design.”

“And here, it all seems crazily perverted.” Sedona paused, remembering to breathe. “What kind of cream did you get from the etheric market?”

“Bovine, pure. And wildflower honey,” he tempted, defying her dislike of his ‘mind invasion’.

“Good.” She could soar in his eyes. “Let me check the bowl.” He stepped aside when she moved toward the freezer. “Did you remember the hand mixer?” Sedona laughed. The whole mixer was in the freezer. “You didn’t quite read me well enough,” she teased, pulling it out. “Only the beaters.”

“That’s an extra step,” he defended. “Chilled the bowl and the beaters before I put them in.”

“Am I going to chill burn my fingers if I touch the bowl?”

He reached in for the stainless steel deep bowl. “I’ll pour the cream in.”

“I am the mistress of whipping cream with the magic beaters. Or I used to be.”

“Half full?”

“Very good, my cherub assistant.” Sedona happily set her beaters in the rich cream, then switched on high. She watched the cream swirl through rhythmically until it gradually thickened. Just before the cream peaked, she stopped, picked up the bear container of honey. “Never measure,” she murmured, pouring in the amber circles.

Switching the mixer on high again, she watched amber join with the pure whiteness of the cream. It didn’t take long for the cream to stiffen into peaks. She dipped a finger in, tasting. “Little more honey.” After drizzling it in, she turned the mixer on low, just blending.

“Freezer door, please. Then you can lick a beater. Not me,” she added, and frowned at his lusting expression.

Gentlemanly, he opened the freezer. Sedona slid the bowl inside. Pivoting, she opened the oven door, and checked. “Almost done.” As she turned, he held out one of the beaters.

“Lick,” he dared.

Her shyness battled with her daredevil red nature. Sedona licked, then slowed to sensual, her tongue performing a striptease of the cream for him.

“You bring out the worst in me.” She whirled back to the oven, and took out the tray. “Has to cool,” she muttered, placing the drop shortcake on a rack he’d set out. “Actually, I’ve never done that before. But don’t dare an older woman and expect to get away with it.” She didn’t look at him.

They collided as they both reached to turn off the oven. Sedona couldn’t move. He didn’t move. Her breath rushed wildly.

.

“One kiss,” he murmur-tempted.

Her breaths escaped, wilder, softer.

“Sure. Maybe I’ll hate how you kiss.”

Only his lips touched her lips, his mouth tender demand. His kiss became such consuming softness, she surrendered, moaning as he deepened the kiss to incredible. To dreamy, to wild.

Tenderly he relinquished her mouth. Stepping back, he didn’t attempt to kiss her again.

Her cheeks flamed. “I can’t hate your kiss, can I?” She shoved away from the cabinet, her limbs tingling weakness. “Bowls,” she murmured, more breath than sound..

Volcano opened one of the top cabinet doors for her, and watched her select two of the large cereal bowls. Her lips had been more lush, more giving than he’d imagined, than he’d known a woman could offer a man.

His sexual being was savage
to know more, but that would be a mistake. She would run from him emotionally and not stop. Always, his first duty was to protect her.

“These are heavenly,” she crooned, inhaling. “Nothing like the smell of real strawberries. It’s been years.” She set the bowls on the counter near the basket of strawberries.
“Do cherubs hate?”

“Fierce like a warrior,
yes. Hate, no. That’s a human emotion.” Volcano reached back for the sheet of shortcake.

“One to start?” Sedona slid the spatula beneath one.

“Two.” He grinned. As she put them in the bowls, he cut them in half. “I’ll slice the strawberries. Good with sharp implements,” he assured, his jovial nature asserting itself.

“Then you could fiercely dislike my kiss, but not hate how I kiss?” Sedona searched for a large stainless steel spoon and dessert spoons.

Volcano wondered if he was about to fall in a human woman’s trap. He would if he misspoke. Or, perhaps, if he said anything. And maybe, if he said nothing?

“Man trap?” he asked, slicing the juicy red fruit.

Sedona half-laughed. “Do you mean like a Marilyn Monroe movie?” She reached in the freezer for the whipped cream. “No, I’m not after a man to be my husband, pay the bills, and make me legitimate. But hey, not a bad idea now. Since the world has gone wonky evil. What woman couldn’t do with a little pampering, a lot of pampering, being taken care of. Of course, I could never be that 1950's wife role, either.”

She lightly plunked the bowl down, picked up the large spoon. “One reason I never married. But then, that’s not what you meant, was it?”

“Cherub trap?” Volcano kept slicing, kept listening, kept learning her human side.

“How do you trap a cherub? A man cherub?” He watched her spoon out the whipped cream, and pile it on lavishly. “Too much whipped cream?” she asked, meeting his gaze.

“You kiss him the way you kissed me.” He savored her eyes, startled jewels created from aqua seas. “No, not too much.”

“Oh.” She put down the whipped cream spoon softly, deliberately, and pulled in a breath. “Man trap,” she whispered. “That’s what you meant, damned if you do, and damned if you don’t. Sorry, wrong choice of words.” She shook her head as if her hair was free, then put the whipped cream in the refrigerator. Picking up her bowl she faced him. “Fireplace.”

Volcano followed her, watched her sit down cross-legged before the fireplace. Joining her, he sat opposite, in front of one chair.

“Thank you, Goddess,” Sedona offered in gratitude. “And thank you.” She smiled above the huge piled bowl of shortcake, strawberries and whipped cream. She dove in, as if suddenly starving. “Now this is manna from heaven.”

“Delicious manna,” he spoke around a mouthful. Delicious mostly because he tasted her essence in the preparation.

For long moments it was just the pure delight of eating her strawberry shortcake, the comfort, the fireplace, no fear, no worries for a tiny, tiny while. Except him. His kiss still lingered, a dreamy possession
of her lips.

Licking the last creamy bite from her spoon, Sedona set her bowl down, out of the way. Volcano still relished his. Sublime joy were the only words she could think of to describe him. She lay on her side, propped up on her elbow, watching. His face fascinated her.

The warmth of the flames felt lovely and soon drowsiness swept over her. The lyrical Celtic music, now playing in the background, nourished her soul. She let her eyes close, and lay down on the rug. “See. I’m too old for you, cherub. No spunk. Oh no, my supplements.” She raised up partially. “Forgot to take them, what I have left.”

“Manna, Sedona. It will be all you need for physical restoration.”

“Did you say ‘restoration’?” Sedona let herself lay back down.

“I think you would say ‘anti-aging’.” Volcano set his bowl down, looking as if he’d had his fill. “You’ll have more spunk.”

“That’s what I need.” Sedona popped her eyes open, and sat up. “Special Agent, I don’t want to see her in my dreams again.” She leaned back against the sofa. “Manna caffeine?”

“Foot energizing,” he offered, smiled as if he owned every panacea.

“Foot energizing?” Sedona suspiciously eyed him.

“You just want my foot yearning for your seduction.”

“You want your feet massaged. You know you do,” he bad boy teased her.

He was dead-on right, of course. He moved toward her on his hands and knees, reminding her of a big eager dog. Halting, he gently picked up her foot, then removed the supple half-boot.

“You’re a cherub cobra and I’m mesmerized,” she whispered, amazed at herself. She simply cooperated with him.

“It’s just a foot.” His eyes sparkled mischievously.

“Just a foot! Every acupuncture point! You can have orgasms
—
” Horrified Sedona snapped her mouth shut, but couldn’t jerk her foot away from the hold of his super wonderful hands.

“Orgasms,” he repeated, his tone a naughty caress. Tenderly he rubbed her foot.

Sedona could only close her eyes, melt against the sofa, and enjoy. His hands felt healing as he massaged her foot. “Cherub healing frequencies?”

“Only the best divine vibes, I promise.” Tenderly he rubbed his thumbs over the top of her foot.

“Aren’t their girl cherubs, woman cherubs?” she whispered on soft breaths. “Cherub girlfriend back home?”

“No. Cherubs are only masculine in gender.”

“But they don’t generally cohabitate with Earth women.” Damn, she felt too fragile and feminine with him, and so relaxed.

“Not as a lover, no.” Gradually he stroked more sensually.

“Divine,” she murmured, surrendering more and more, feeling herself more and more willing to let him have what he physically wanted from her. Her loins warmed, and moved toward molten need.

Volcano gently lowered her foot, then picked up her other foot. He watched her aura turn flame golden for him. Removing her boot, he slowly stroked over her small strong foot, ivory luminous in the firelight.

He felt her human angst, and her human triumph. He felt her angelic fierce light, and her sage divinity. More and more, he understood how she had survived on Earth, despite all the terrors inflicted against her, and despite the crimes against her soul. He felt her belief she had failed, and failed the people of Earth. Failed herself.

After administering the healing frequencies, he smoothed his thumb over her arch sensuously and listened to her involuntary tiny whimper. Seductively he caressed her foot, carefully raising her sexuality for him. The blistering glisten of her aura mingled with his auric field, tantalizing, and ferociously raising his being and his manhood even more. For her.

“Are you
...
” she whispered, her eyes closed, and her breaths rapid.

“Am I going to erotically stimulate you to orgasm?”