Page 15 of Bewitched

“That’s it. Let go.” He was on the verge of coming, but he wanted to see her riding him. In one move, he gathered her in his arms and rolled to his back, never breaking the connection.

She was a goddess, with her hair falling around her shoulders. “Ride me, honey.”

Looking down with half-closed eyes, she smiled. “My pleasure.” Sliding up and down his length, she took him hard and fast, then slow. Maddeningly slow.

“More,” he growled. He took hold of her hips, moved her up and down his length, and felt his release roaring down his spine. The moment she leaned over and pressed her mouth to his chest, he drove himself in and out of her heat and surrendered to his own explosive orgasm.

Paige collapsed on top of him and he held her tightly as electricity flashed through his body. Pushing his hips into her, he emptied himself. Once. Twice and then a third time. Her body milked him and he didn’t stop until he had nothing left.

They were sweaty and sticky, and he was as happy as he’d ever been.

When she lifted her face, it was covered by her hair, so he gently brushed it aside and held her gently. “Now you own me.” He kissed her gently and saw a sweet smile light up her face.

“Now I own you,” she repeated. Falling over, she snuggled into his side and closed her eyes.

Lying still for a couple of moments, he drank in the pleasure that radiated through his body. What an intense experience. Connection. They had it and he had no idea what to do about it.

He scraped his hand down his face and reluctantly he got up and disposed of the condom. Catching sight of himself in the mirror, he didn’t recognize the look on his face. He leaned forward and studied his reflection. Happiness, that’s what he saw.

It had been a long time since he felt this relaxed, satisfied, and happy. It was a fucking tragedy that it was going to last only one night.

Returning to the bed, he crawled in next to her and curled his body around hers. This was their single night together, and his greedy body wanted more.

Spooning her, he felt her sweet body safe and warm against his. If this was all he got, then he was going to enjoy every moment he could.

The faint sound of his phone buzzing woke him. He looked around the room and tried to get his bearings. Glancing down, he grinned and remembered how their bodies fit together. Sliding out of the bed slowly, he grabbed his pants, dug out his phone, and read the message: “Wheels up.”

“Fuck.” Looking over at the bed, he’d never regretted the call to duty like he did in this moment. Somehow, he’d hoped they might have a couple more hours together.

After tapping a reply into the phone, he collected his clothes and shoved them on. Looking around the room, he searched for a pad of paper. Taking a moment, he left her a note with his cell phone number. They might never end up in the same time zone again, but if they did, he wanted a chance to spend more time together. He placed the note on the bedside table and then leaned over and whispered, “Happy birthday.”

Reluctantly, he walked out of the room and back into his life. He’d meant what he said earlier and hoped like hell that he would have a chance to prove it to her. No matter where they ended up, she would have a piece of him, and he realized it was a piece of his heart.

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