Page 91 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

“I told the Sky brothers I’d make them necklaces so they can fly without their mates when they need to. Am I allowed to work on those?” I asked.

“Nope. The dragons can wait.”

“You’re an asshole,” I said with a sigh.

I wasn’t really disappointed.

Yeah, I wanted to work, but I knew where he was coming from. And I did want to enjoy life, even though I didn’t want to surf.

“Never said I wasn’t.” He squeezed my ass again. “You’ll like surfing.”

“You’ll surf circles around me.”

“If I was a kelpie. My magic doesn’t work that way.”

“It was a figure of speech.”

“I’ll take it easy on you.”

I sighed again, more dramatically, and he smacked my ass. I couldn’t help but laugh at that.

My second surfinglesson with Liam ended up going surprisingly well. I was still absolute shit at it by the time we made it out of the water, but I didn’t mind.

All of the falling, struggling, and swimming was exhausting in a good way. I hadn’t realized how tired I was of being wiped out by my magic, and it felt nice to wear myself out through physical activity and sunshine for once.

“My sunburn is going to be so bad,” I laughed, feeling twenty pounds lighter as Liam and I walked across the beach, headed for the bungalow.

“I’ll rub it better.”

I snorted, and he flashed me a small grin.

“It’s a damn good thing supernaturals can’t get skin cancer,” I said. “And that we heal fast. Can you imagine being burnt for days like some humans?”

“No. Sounds horrible.”

I made a noise of agreement.

Liam opened the bungalow’s door, and we sprayed our feet off with the hose before making our way inside.

“I’ll make pancakes after we shower,” he said, locking the door behind us.

“I’ll make them. You can watch.”

We reached the bathroom, and Liam turned the shower on. We were both still wearing our swimsuits, and definitely sandy. “It almost sounds like you don’t believe in my cooking skills, Clove.”

“I said no such thing… but I don’t.”

Liam didn’t bother closing the shower door as he grabbed me by my hips and dragged me beneath the water. I laughed as he nipped and kissed my throat, tickling my sides with his bare chest to my back.

“Take it back,” he warned, his voice growly but playful.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll make you.” He grabbed my center with one thick, hot hand, grinding the base of his palm against my clit slowly.

“I’d like to see you try,” I breathed.

He pressed harder against my clit as he walked me slowly to the wall of the shower, pinning my front to the cool tile. With his free hand, he undid the double-knot on the back of my bikini top, freeing my breasts.

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