Page 99 of Bewitched & Bewildered
“Do you want me in here?” He watches me from the doorway.
“Yes. It’s poetic, don’t you think?” I tilt my head to the doorway. “We had our first kiss out there…”
His fists clench as he prowls closer. “How could I forget?” With hunger in his eyes, he pries my legs apart and moves to his knees.
I run my fingers through his hair. “That was so long ago.”
He presses his lips against my inner thighs. When his dark eyes lift to meet mine, I melt. After years of knowing Ozan—and despising him—I cannot believe how easily I melt for him.
He lets out a groan. “Juniper. You aren’t wearing anything under here...”
“I know.” I smirk. “It’s laundry day. You’re distracting me from all of my?—”
His mouth presses against my core, and I nearly lose my words.
“—responsibilities,” I finish in a shaking voice.
“Oh no.” His murmured words vibrate against my heat. “Now you have plenty of time to relax. We can’t have that.”
This doesn’tfeellike relaxation. A single touch from Ozan sends electricity through my soul. The old frustrations I felt for him are gone but replaced with tension, making it impossible to find a moment of relaxation when I’m under his mouth.
The peace will come later, when he wraps me up in his big arms and plants kisses on my hairline.
His lips wrap around my clit, and I press my hand to my mouth, muffling my moans. His eyes never leave mine as his tongue rolls over my clit, causing my pleasure to coil tighter. Closer.
Ozan’s tongue dips into my entrance, and the moan that comes next is fromhim, his eyes rolling back as he gets a taste of me. His tongue darts into me over and over, encouraging my arousal to coat his tongue. I wrap my legs around him, heel pressing into his back to pull him closer.
He pulls his head away, and I whine as his fingers play at my entrance. “Did you work hard today, baby?” he asks.
I nod mindlessly.
“Hm? Use your words, Juni. Let me hear it. Do you think you deserve to come?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He plunges two fingers into my pussy. Deep. So deep.
That’s all it takes to stretch me out and make me feelhim. My thighs shake. Each word vibrates against my core.
“I think you do, too.” He laps at my clit, and his words get lost.
Mine disappear, too, dissolving into breathy moans that echo through the office. I should be concerned withsomeone walking in, but the further he pushes me, the more I worry only for my pleasure.
Ozan is a distraction, but he’s the best one I can imagine. He pushes me to pleasure until I can’t think straight, and even though I’m failing at everything I’ve ever wanted, he makes me feel like I deserve it.
He is becoming the sunny spot in my bleakest days.
Beneath the bliss is a worry—a thought that’s becoming harder to push away. What am I to do when he’s no longer here? Where will the sunlight come from then?
Chapter 23
Ozan
I should see it coming,but I’m blindsided when I stop by the apothecary to find the lights off and a sign on the door:
Permanently Closed.
There’s nothing that could have prepared me for this.
