Page 80 of Captivating Magic

“Food or sex?”

“Don’t make me choose,” she whined.

With another laugh, he cradled her hands in his, palms extended about eight inches apart. “I’m making the call. Food first, sex after.”

“See? Your practicality is why I adore you, Lo.”

She could practically feel his eye roll.

“Mm-hmm.” He dropped a kiss on her exposed neck. “Focus.”

“Okay. What are we focusing on?”

“First, a wooden platter.”

She twisted to look at him. “Like a charcuterie board?”

“That works.” He gestured with his chin. “Concentrate on our hands, Ebba. Feel the wood against your palms?—”

She snorted. “‘That’s whathesaid.’”

“It’s supposed to beshe, and your bawdy humor is not going to help you learn magic.”

“Wait! You’re trying to teach me magic?” Excitement thrummed through her.

“What do you think I’ve been doing?”

“I didn’t. The feel of your dick?—”

He clapped a hand over her mouth. “None of that, or it’s going to grow hard.”

After prying his fingers away, she sniggered. “Too late.”

“Jesus, we’re never conjuring food,” he muttered.

“Conjuring food? That’s a thing? I can do it, too?”

“Yes, and sort of.” He nuzzled her throat. “You can through me, so you’ll feel what it’s like. It’s doubtful you can manage it on your own, though. I’m sorry.”

She considered it and shrugged. “It’s cool you’re willing to share this experience.”

“That’s my Sweet Ebba.” Tucking his chin on her shoulder, he talked her through the process. “Visualize the wood in your hand—and don’t you dare make a snarky comment about wood. Consider the texture, the color, the grain.”

A low-amp current ran through her body, making the hair on her arms stand up and her skin tingle. “Ohmygod! Is this normal?”

“Yep. Now, see the spark of light? Grow the board in your mind until it resembles the platter you initially envisioned.”

The result astounded her. One second there was nothing but a hum of electricity, and the next, she was holding a charcuterie board.

“We can do that with food, too?” she asked, awed by the power and coolness of what he could do.

“We can. Start visualizing what you want to eat in the same way.”

Together, they created a feast for a queen.

“I’m going to love being your familiar,” she blurted as she reached for an apple.

His arrested expression stopped her.

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