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Marcus snorts a very unsexy laugh. “Come again? Freddie K.?”

I nod. “According to Darla, having a familiar helps with magic regulation somehow. I’m not exactly clear on the whole process. I’m still so very far behind.”

He squeezes me extra tight for a moment. “Don’t worry, you’ll get there. I’m sure this new lady will help.”

I press myself into his side and sigh. “I hope so.”

Chapter Fifteen

In Which They are Forced to Write in Blank Notebooks

Icannot get enough of Marcus, and the feeling seems to be mutual. We drag ourselves out of bed only to eat sandwiches before heading back to bed. We stay there all night and well into the early hours of the morning, making love and napping. I pass out hard at five and wake up at noon to find Marcus coming out of the shower with a single towel wrapped around his waist.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

I check my phone for the time. “Fuck, the animals.”

“No, you’re fine. I took care of it. I figured it was the least I could do after wearing you out.”

I laugh as I stretch. “You did wear me out.” I roll to the edge of the bed to look for my clothes. “Ugh, have you seen my shirt? I need to get up and put some clothes on.”

“Or you could let me join you.”

I lift up the blanket in an invitation for him to come back to bed and he drops his towel, letting me enjoy the view for only a moment before sitting down. I reach up and scratch his back as he works on removing the prosthetic.

“Does the prosthetic go in the shower, too?”

He shakes his head as he finishes up and turns to pull me close. “No. I take it off before. It’s safer to sit with only one leg to balance on, so I have a stool I keep in there.”

I tangle my legs up with his and rest my head on his chest. “I probably need to go see the fire witch this afternoon.”

“What about after that?” he asks.

“I don’t have anything.”

“Can I take you to dinner? I’m not big on crowds, but I owe you a date night in the city.”

I squirm in his arms as I think of how to best respond.

“Could we just stay here… close to the bed?”

His hand reaches for my breast, his thumb gently tracing the outline of my nipple before reaching down and latching on to me. He works his tongue around my nipple, sucking and licking until I’m squirming, my fingers digging into the dark flesh of his ass. “Why would you want to be close to the bed?” he teases.

“No reason,” I say, tugging his head back to my breasts. He starts to work on the other one as his fingers find my clit. I run my nails across his scalp as he works me until I’m nearly ready to cum on his hand for the millionth time.

“Can you be inside me?” I ask.

“I’d love that more than anything, but my leg is–”

“Say no more,” I tell him, throwing my leg over him and rubbing my pussy over his very hard cock. I’m soaking us both and steal a moment to finish what he started, rubbing my clit against him. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, almost a hum of approval as I work myself against him. His hands smooth over my backside as I move, taking my pleasure from him as his eyes are locked on mine. It’s a sexy staring contest I lose almost immediately as I reach my peak. The orgasm fills my belly and limbs with heat for a long moment and I close my eyes, letting it wash over me until I find myself aware of the world.

“I still want your cock,” I murmur, my eyes still closed. His chuckle is a low deep rumble.

“It’s all yours.” He looks up at me with a smile as I get situated. His calloused hand cups my breasts. Then he uses his thumbs and forefingers to roll my nipples while I get us lined up.

“Hmmm… I love this view.” Marcus says, his voice almost a growl.

I can’t help but smirk down at him as I lean forward just a little to maneuver him to just the right spot before slowly sinking down onto him. He sucks in a breath and closes his eyes as I press down on his cock. I’m going to be sore later, but now that I have him, I can’t seem to get enough of this.

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