Holy shit. What did she just do? Justin wasn't one of her entranced bed partners. He was fully aware and completely capable of remembering every last dirty detail of their encounter. Carrying her shoes, she jogged barefoot across the parking lot to her car. He'd touched her. He'd almost kissed her. That wasn't how it was supposed to happen. She’d planned to seduce him, show him her kinder, gentler side. Show him she could be loving and sweet. Isn't that what most men wanted? The minute she'd felt his hard-on against her back, however, she'd thrown that plan out the window. All she knew was hard, rough, and dirty. Now that's all Justin thought she was. God, he'd been so thick inside her. Her pussy clenched at the memory. Knowing that he'd found her attractive and desirable without any spell surprised her. Sure, she’d considered herself attractive, but there was a lot more to her than a pretty face.
