Page 59 of Hexes and Exes

“You have the most incredible tits.” He lowers his head to suck a nipple. For a second, I just lay there, too stunned to believe any of this is real. I might not know what triggered this or how the hell I’m on the lucky receiving end of Bram’s dick, but I’m damn well going to enjoy it.

I wrap my legs around his waist and drag my nails down his back until I can dig my fingers into his ass. Bram groans when I lift my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke.

“Fucking hell, yes. Touch me.”

“Where?” I groan when his dick hits a particularly sensitive angle.

He grunts. “Everywhere.”

I take his command to heart, stroking his back, raking my nails over his shoulders, driving my fingers into his dark hair. The headboard is banging against the wall, and the bed is squeaking so loud it’s probably going to break, but I don’t care. Who needs a bed?

Bram flips me around like I’m a feather. My head falls to the bed as he pulls my hips up and slams back into me.

“Oh shit,” I cry out on a garbled moan as he pounds into me. His hand claps down on my ass, and I almost tell him to fuck off, but damn it, it feels too good.

“Rub your clit.” Bram barks out the command and I get instantly wetter. Maybe I need to talk with a therapist about this? Oh hell, forget it. Who doesn’t have issues?

Bram’s fingers dig into my ass, pulling me back onto his cock again and again. I swear I black out for a minute from thepleasure. I reach my hand back and rub at the bundle of nerves while Bram fucks me into a coma. I’m coming in seconds.

“That’s right. Come all over my cock.” Bram’s voice is feral. He sounds more beast than man and the shadows swirl around us, stroking down my body until I’m just one live wire humming with a golden warmth.

Bram lifts my limp body, one hand grabbing my breast and the other flat against my stomach. His mouth latches onto my shoulder and his teeth bite down as he comes with a long groan.

“Yay for friends with benefits,” I mumble incoherently as I fall to the bed.

26

BRAM

“They did this on purpose,” Ava grumbles as she drops her pen and shakes out her hand.

We’re in my office, individually addressing the invitations for the masquerade ball. Per the coven council each invitation has to be inked with a spell that will immediately submit an RSVP. Every member of the coven is required to attend. Which is why we have to include a spell in each invitation. If a witch decides to skip the masquerade, their name will appear on a list that the coven council has and they will be punished appropriately.

I’m not sure what’s considered an appropriate punishment for skipping a party, but that’s not my business.

“We’ve only got”—I pause and flip through the list of names—“a couple hundred more to do.”

“This is going to take forever.” Ava straightens, stretching her hands over her head with a groan.

My eyes are drawn to her chest, where just last night I had my face buried. Ever since the night of the new moon ceremony, things have been going well. We’ve been doing the wholefriends-with-benefits thing. Making sure not to blur the lines. It’s been good. No, great.

I’m waiting for disaster to strike at any moment.

When I’m with Ava, I laugh. She makes me smile and feel lighter. Even after spending all day together, I find myself counting down the hours before I can reach out and talk to her again. It’s probably just because the sex is incredible, and I haven’t gotten laid in longer than I can remember. That’s the only reason why we keep coming together. I haven’t spent the night at her place, and she hasn’t spent the night at mine. We’re keeping the lines between friendship and fucking very clear.

Ava has ditched her dumpy body-concealing clothing when she’s around me. The T-shirt she’s wearing today does nothing to hide her full breasts.

“I don’t think you’re going to find the invitation list there,” Ava snarks as she points back-and-forth between her tits.

I toss aside my pen and crawl across the couch. Ava giggles as I pin her body down with mine. Tugging up her shirt, I stick my face in her cleavage.

“Let me check.” I pull down the cup of her bra and drag my teeth across the skin of her breast. Her breath hitches when I suck on her nipple. I release it with a pop. “Nope not there, but I’d better check this one, too.” I move across to her other breast and thoroughly examine that one with my mouth.

“Nothing there.”

“Bad luck,” Ava says breathlessly. “Maybe down there.” She points to her pants, and we both chuckle.

My phone moans from the table. Ava's eyes go wide. She slams her mouth shut, but her laughter puffs out in tiny gusts of air from her nose.

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