Page 26 of Sugar, Spice, and Magical Midlife

I grabbed one of Ric’s t-shirts that was draped across a nearby chair and slipped it over my head. Then I crept into the bathroom and slowly shut the door, very aware that I hadno idea where my clothes or purse were. The lights turned on automatically, just like last night when I’d snuck in to use the toilet, which meant they must’ve been motion activated. His bathroom was probably half the size of my condo, with a soaking tub on one end, a private toilet, and two marble-top vanities, plus the world’s largest shower that I couldn’t wait to use.

After using the toilet, I searched the cabinet drawers for a spare toothbrush. I jumped back with a gasp when I stood and saw a toothbrush and toothpaste floating midair.

I took the offering, realizing my lover’s house was definitely haunted. “Um, thanks?” I said aloud.

After brushing my teeth, I made the mistake of smelling my pits. Eeek. My 24-hour deodorant certainly hadn’t been prepared for a night of rigorous lovemaking with a horny shifter. Perhaps they should’ve added that disclaimer on the label. The shower water suddenly turned on, so I took that as a sign the ghosts didn’t like the smell of my pits, either.

“Thanks again,” I said as I stepped into the shower. I hoped the ghosts weren’t watching. And if they were, I hoped they weren’t judging my thighs. The shower was massive, with dueling shower heads on either side, a long bench down one wall, and a rain shower in the center. I couldn’t deny the powerful jets hitting my back were heavenly. I had just finished washing conditioner out of my hair when the shower door opened and Ric stepped inside, one big, solid block of tanned, tattooed manflesh with a very large erection.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked with a wink.

I froze like a gnome caught in a flashlight’s glare, and then instinctively crossed my arms over my chest, embarrassed at how my girls sagged beneath the steaming jets.

“Um.” I bit my lip. “Sure.”

Closing the distance between us, he pulled down my arms. “Why would you cover your beautiful breasts, mi amor?”

Heat flushed my cheeks as I blinked up at him. “I’m feeling a little modest.”

“You don’t have to be modest around me,” he purred, dragging his knuckles down the side of my face. “I can’t worship you properly if I can’t see all of you.”

Worship me? He wanted to worship me?

When he wrapped his arms around my waist, I practically melted against him. He cupped my chin, brushing the sweetest of kisses across my lips as water splashed our faces.

“Mm.” I moaned into his mouth, that heady feeling swirling around in my head, the scent of his pheromones rising up with the steam.

I stood on my toes, tangling my hands in his hair and flattening my breasts against his chest while he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed down my back before cupping my behind, grinding his erection into my sweet spot. The feeling was exquisite.

Before I knew what was happening, he pulled me toward the bench and sat me down. I didn’t care about the hard tiles digging into my thighs because, holy hex, his eyes shifted to feral feline slits as he draped my legs over his shoulders. He was going to eat me alive!

When he ran his tongue up my slit, I melted against the tiles. And when he sucked on my nub with a deep purr, liquid fire heated my insides. And then his thick fingers joined in the foreplay, sending me over the edge and squirting into his mouth before I could stop myself, the orgasm so powerful it made my feet jerk and my thighs tremble.

He purred and flattened his tongue against me, licking up my juices like a predator claiming his prey. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, making me swell with need again.

He stood, lifting me into his arms as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Then he pressed me against the slick wall andsank into my heat. His lips found mine, and I groaned into his mouth while he flexed into me with bruising thrusts. He made me come harder than ever with orgasms that rattled my bones like I’d been struck by multiple thunderbolts, and then he stilled with a roar, jerking his hips against mine.

I could scarcely draw breath as I clung to him. My body and mind had turned to mush, though I managed one coherent thought—he’d certainly bewitched me. No way could sex bethisgood without some sort of enchantment. Either way, I wasn’t complaining. And though I hadn’t been looking for another relationship, the lovemaking was too addictive, and I certainly hoped he’d ask me out on another date. He could gobble down as much popcorn as he wanted, so long as he gobbled me down next.

“HOW DOES A SPINACHand feta omelet for breakfast sound?” Ric asked while wiping wet hair from my eyes. He was still very much impaling me, my ankles crossed behind him, my back pressed against the wet tile wall, as if our compromised position was the most natural thing in the world while discussing breakfast.

I shifted against him, deciding if I wanted to coax him to give me one more orgasm for good measure. “Sounds delicious. And coffee, too, please.”

“Cream and sugar?” His cock twitched inside me.

I bit my lip. That felt good. Why was I still horny? I wasn’t a dog in heat, was I? Maybe I was a dog shifter and didn’t know it yet. Or maybe it was his powerful pheromones still playing tricks on my libido. “Yes, please.”

He shifted me in his arms, a wicked gleam flashing in his eyes. “What are your plans for the day?”

I frowned at that. Why did he have to ask me? “Work.” Ethyl was probably going crazy. Either that, or she’d already burned down the bakery.

He pouted. “Can’t Ethyl run the bakery?”

“Why?” I ground against that very delicious cock still filling me completely. “What do you have in mind?”

He nuzzled my neck, letting out a deep purr that sent shivers racing across my skin and made me gush like a busted water pipe. “Taking you back to my bed and having my way with you all day and all night.”

“Oh.” I coursed my fingers through his hair and flexed my hips into his. Damn, he felt so good. “Saturdays are busy.”

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