Page 23 of Mochas and Minotaurs

He chuckled against me, making me shudder with the vibrations. But he didn’t go any faster.

Fuck! I just wanted to come already. It would be so easy; he just needed to go faster. But instead, he kept the same pace, and I continued to climb impossibly higher until I was teeter-tottering on the edge.

“Please.” I was begging now, but I only got another soft chuckle. The asshole was enjoying teasing me way too much.

I wasn’t ready for it when he changed the angle of his fingers, moving them deliberately in a come-hither motion. I screamed as I came, my knees squeezing hard against his horns. He continued to suckle on my clit, not letting me down from the precipice. My entire body shook from the overwhelming sensations.

I didn’t know how far or long I fell, but when I found myself back on my bed, I was Marcus’s little spoon. The blankets were tucked around us perfectly, and I was already drifting off to sleep.

I woke to the sound of my morning alarm, except it was soft and distant, and definitely not on my bedside table. The events of yesterday and last night came rushing back. The ward. Marcus. And that thick and oh-so-talented tongue.

It was too bad that orgasm had put me straight to sleep. I would’ve loved to return the favor even though I’d agreed to let him do all the work.

Next to me, my marvelous minotaur was waking. He reached over to the side of the bed looking for his phone, but all he found was my bedside table. There was a lamp on it, one he was in the process of knocking over. I scrambled over his body, reaching for the antique brass lamp mid-tumble. Not only would it suck if I dented the base or crumpled the beaded shade, but if it fell on him, it would hurt. The thing was solid brass. They didn’t make them like that anymore. I righted the lamp and then looked down at the gorgeous man I was straddling.

“Good morning, Kitten. This is a wonderful position to wake up in.”

“Morning to you too.” I rolled my hips, grinding against his morning wood.

But my phone’s morning alarm was still going off, and that wasn’t particularly sexy. I climbed off him and grabbed my fleece bat wing robe, pulling it on as the crisp morning air woke me all the way up.

I found my phone—still hanging onto the very last sliver of battery life—on the table from when we’d called Penny and Lily. I brought it back to my nightstand to plug it in while I got readyto start my day. Just because I had a magical ward to fix didn’t mean the coffee shop was closed.

That was the thing about being my own boss. I was the strictest boss I knew, but only to myself.

I let Triscuit out while I brushed my teeth, hopped quickly into the shower, and got ready for the day. I fed him his breakfast, giving him extra nuts and treats for his work yesterday. He eyed Marcus warily as he walked out of the master bedroom. I wondered what Triscuit thought of him. There would be some jealousy, that was for certain, but all in all, I thought his reaction was promising.

“I’m going to head over to my place to get ready for the day.” Marcus had his pants on but held his shirt in his hands. He hadn’t come over with a jacket. “Should I meet you downstairs in your coffee shop? I feel like I have to personally hand you over, or else your coven might accuse me of not taking my responsibilities seriously enough.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. That was just Lily being a wing girl and trying to get me laid.” She was definitely successful, not that I was complaining.

“I can kitten-sit you again tonight. Just to make sure you’re okay.” He looked so hopeful I couldn’t deny him.

“I think I’d like that.”

He was grinning from ear to ear as he stepped outside into the stairwell. “No need to close up after me. I’m going through the rooftop patio. It just seems easier.”

Plus, he was still topless, and that would most definitely draw some unwanted attention in the middle of winter.

Triscuit started making a fuss as I got ready to head out, and I knew what he wanted. He wanted to come with me down to the coffee shop. I might as well bring him, considering I was only going to stay down there until my friends arrived. Nick could handle it on his own while we fixed the ward.

I grabbed the portable cage, and my baby birb climbed in. I’d just got him set up in his little corner and was washing my hands when the lock to the front door opened, bells ringing, and Nick walked in wearing his super stylish puffer jacket.

“Morning.” I tossed the apron over my head and tied it in place.

“I heard I missed a fitness model photo shoot,andFaux Hobo’s Lexus got wasped yesterday.” Nick always got straight to the point.

“You’re right on both accounts.”

“Dang it! Why do I always miss the good stuff?”

The front door opened with another ring of the bell. I expected to see Nina from For Goodness Bakes with the day’s goodies, but Marcus walked in instead. He was bundled up in a parka with a scarf wrapped around his face, and his hood pulled down low. He flipped the hood up, showing that he wasn’t wearing the spell I’d given him. Instead he was using the store-bought one that made him look human.

With the scarf and the hood he was hard to recognize anyway. I wondered how large that hood had to be to go over his horns under the illusion.

“Oh crap,” Nick swore under his breath. “I forgot to lock up behind me until opening.”

“I’ll do it.” Marcus turned and locked the door.

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