Page 32 of Magnus
“But you can’t try to right all the wrongs in her life. Or mine,” she added huskily.
“I can if it’s within my power to do so,” he came back fiercely.
Sapphie gave an exasperated shake of her head. “Where on earth did you get the special case from?”
He looked sheepish. “I found a superstore that was open all night and has a pet section.”
“Where?”
“Online.”
“No, I meant where is the store situated?”
He winced. “The other side of London. But I wasn’t sleeping anyway, so I didn’t mind the drive?—”
“Magnus,” she gently interrupted him, placing her hand on his arm as she did so. “I couldn’t sleep either, and probably for the same reason,” she confided, her cheeks feeling heated. “But what you did when you couldn’t sleep is so out there. I can tell you don’t even like spiders.”
“I fucking hate them,” he confirmed vehemently. “Especially big fat fuckers like Henry.”
Sapphie couldn’t help it, she giggled at the thought of this six-foot-four-inch tall man, who admitted to not liking spiders, having somehow managed to coax Henry into the plastic box before bringing him back here.
She laughed even harder when she thought of the anxious glances Magnus would have given toward the occupied plastic case as it no doubt sat on the passenger seat beside him on his drive back to the apartment.
His dark scowl told her he didn’t appreciate her humor at his expense.
She patted and then released his arm once she’d sobered enough to speak. “Well, I want you to know, even though I think you’re slightly insane, that your good deed for the day has made one little girl very happy.”
Magnus would have preferredto do something that would make onebiggirl happy, but he would settle for what he could get. Which was making Sapphie’s daughter happy.
Besides, Sapphie might have called him insane, but his behavior had also made her laugh. Even if it had been at him rather than with him.
She was beautiful this morning in a violet-colored sweater the same color as her eyes, along with fitted black jeans that clung to every slender curve of her hips and thighs. Her hair was brushed back and up and secured in a ponytail at her crown. As usual, she wore no makeup. Because she didn’t need it. Her skin was flawlessly smooth and soft; her eyes, surrounded by naturally dark lashes, were beautifully mesmerizing.
“I’m interested to know, though,” she continued before Magnus could tell her how beautiful she was. “What are you going to do when Henry dies in a year or so, as, being a household spider, he invariably will?”
“I’ll find another spider that looks exactly like him,” Magnus answered promptly, inwardly thrilled by her accepting he would still be around in a year or so to replace the spider.
Sapphie burst into uncontrollable laughter for the second time that morning.
Magnus found himself grinning along with her when she seemed in no hurry to stop laughing.
She needed this release through humor, he realized. Both as an outlet to the strain she had been living under for so long and also to dispel the awkwardness that had initially existed between them when she came into the kitchen this morning.
Magnus had tried to sleep last night after Sapphie went back to her bedroom. But even after taking a long shower, his thoughts had been in turmoil and his engorged cock refused to deflate. Nor had he wanted to take himself in hand to deal with the latter when it was Sapphie’s hand and mouth he ached to feel on him.
He’d finally given up, gotten out of bed and dressed, before going in search of a huge fucking spider a nearly four-year-old little girl had named and called her friend.
“Well, isn’t this a cozy domestic scene,” Linus drawled as he strolled into the kitchen.
Magnus immediately turned to scowl at his youngest brother. “Did you forget—again—how to buzz up to alert me to your presence in the building so I could decide for myself whether or not I wanted to let you come up here?”
Linus appeared unconcerned by his aggression. In fact, he was openly grinning as he placed a familiar box containing donuts on top of the breakfast bar. “I come bearing gifts.”
“You—”
“Oh my God, donuts!” Sapphie rushed over to open up the lid of the box. “You brought my favorite one!” she cried before lifting out one of the decorated treats and carrying it to her mouth to take a huge bite. The groan she gave as she chewed was worthy of a porn star acting as if she were in the throes of ecstasy.
Or, as Magnus knew, the genuine groans of ecstasy Sapphie gave when she climaxed.
