Page 70 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

We had bigger things on our minds than littering.

Like his cock, pressed against my center.

Fuck, I wanted him inside me.

My back met the bungalow’s outer walls lightly, and Liam tilted my head back so he could kiss me deeper. With his body against mine and his tongue ravaging my mouth, I had officially found heaven.

Screw romance.

Screw flowers and dates.

I just wanted Liam.

I had no idea how long we’d been making out when he finally tore his lips away from mine, his chest heaving and his eyes blazing.

“Thank you,” he said. There was a ton of emotion behind the words. I knew he liked flying, but I couldn’t understand what it was like to be grounded after spending so much of your life in the sky.

“No problem.” My chest rose and fell even faster than his.

He kissed me again, but didn’t drag it out. “I need to let you rest.”

“I’m fine, Steam.”

“You’re shaking again.”

“It’s because I’m horny,” I lied.

He shook his head at me, but I saw the tinge of humor in his eyes.

He liked it when I teased him, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

After letting me down and making sure I was steady, he went back for the coffee cup and carried it back inside the bungalow when he led me in again.

It tooka massive amount of convincing to get Liam to let me leave the bungalow so I could get a little work done on the wards that evening. He only agreed if I was going to drink a full cup of the chocolatey coffee myself, so he didn’t have to worry about me running out of energy and passing out.

I agreed to the huge sacrifice of drinking an obscene amount of sugar. And I enjoyed every minute while we walked back to the anchor of the wards with our cups of chocolatey lust. Plus a few plant clippings that corresponded with the wards I’d be working on, of course.

“If the candy is as good as these drinks, I can see why the demons’ mates have so many shops,” I remarked, as we reached the bench.

“No kidding. I don’t even like sugary drinks,” Liam grumbled.

“You just needed a littlemoresugar to convince you.”

“Apparently.” He took a swig of the drink and shook his head. “It’s a fucking liquid orgasm.”

“When you let a demon make your coffee…” I sat down on the bench, and Liam sat next to me.

“I’m only giving you two hours,” he warned. “Then you need food and sleep.”

“Yes sir.” I gave him a quick salute with the hand that wasn’t on my coffee cup.

After I finished my drink, I pulled up the anchor and got to work adding runes to the weaker parts of the second biggest spell.

I was exhausted and ready to call it quits about the same time Liam scooped me up off the bench and carried me away.

Instead of hauling me to the bungalow, he headed down the path. Toward the tower.

“Where are we going?” I checked.

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