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Removing the hand from her shoulder, he snapped again, this time pinching a nipple, and she was surprised by the burst of pleasure as a twinge of light pain stoked in her. “You’re so fucking sexy. Do you like that?” Az breathed, against her earlobe.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “More.”
Moaning into her ear, Azrael snapped again, and both the physical contact and the magic tugged at her breasts, kneading them; pushed between her thighs like an extra pair of hands; pushed down on the spot behind where he entered her, slick and snug, and suddenly she needed to feel him so closely that it hurt.
“Spank me,” she moaned. The sound he made was guttural.
He paused. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He paused to bend her gently down back onto all fours, and then smacked the flat of his palm against her hip, the stinging pleasure of it burning across her.
“Harder, Az.”
His fingers snapped, and the pressure increased everywhere, his other hand reeling back this time to connect with her ass cheek in a sharp crack that sent sizzling, impossible desire through her.
“Yes,” she breathed, an exhale of relief. A torrent of emotion at finally being able to trust someone enough to communicate exactly what she wanted. It washed over her and pushed her over the edge. Everything was clamping, clenching, skyrocketing into pleasure as he gritted his teeth and finished, her name on his lips and his hands gripping her hips as she whined and pushed up against him again. Magic it turned out, was an incredibly useful toy in the bedroom.
“Damn,” she panted. “What the fuck is wrong with us to have missed out on that for so long?”
“I don’t know,” he said, collapsing onto the bed and dragging her with him. “But you’re here now, so I vote we have a snack and some water, and see where the rest of the night takes us.”
She trailed a finger down his chest, past the line of hair under his belly button.
“I knowexactlywhere I want it to take us next,” Vickie said, running her tongue across her lips, her eyes flicking lower.
He raised an eyebrow and repeated, “As you wish, Vickie. As you wish.”
One Year Later
The fishnet bodysuit under a leotard and the thigh-high boots were a little unwieldy to serve apple hand pies in, but she figured it was worth it both to invest in her business by leaninginto Sultry Sunday and to be able to smirk as she told Azrael about it later.
She snapped a picture and texted it to Az. The best part of being with him, besides the obvious, was that she knew she could send him a chain of text messages in a row, and he would relish them all. He would never think of her as clingy.
Vickie:check out my Sultry Sunday fit
Vickie:Look what you made me do.
Vickie:Get it? Because of the video, and also because you inspire me to wear, you know, leather and fishnets?
Typing bubbles popped up immediately, and he shot back a picture of a baby playing with a life-sized human skull. His dimpled cheeks were crinkled into a smile.
Vickie:Azrael, is Milo playing with a human skull? Is that appropriate for a baby??
Az:Relax. It’s a toy. I cleaned off a box of old baby things I found in the attic.
Vickie:Just make sure it’s not secretly magical, Az. I don’t want to have to explain to Kelley Watson that you magicked her baby while she was on a date. Because, you know, the whole NACoW convention laws about not telling humans there’s magic and whatnot. But also, babysitting standards.
Az:Got it. Send me more pictures of those boots later. I’ll be tired after Kelley picks Milo up, but never too tired for you.
Vickie smiled and set her phone on the counter. There really was nowhere to put it in this outfit. Nowhere she wanted to reach into while working, anyway.
The scent of cinnamon whirled through the air as Hazel and Cole, the college freshman she’d hired in the spring to help staff more flexible hours, refilled coffees and teas. Now that October was in full swing, the scent of spiced pumpkin and apples lingered in the air for Sultry Sunday.
She waved at Hank, whose plate was empty, and pointed in the wordless exchange she and her favorite patron enjoyed. He nodded enthusiastically, and she strode back to the ovens to grab the last batch of pumpkin spice donuts.
Azrael had helped her magic the dough into perfect heart and skull shapes this morning before he left to go back home and babysit as a favor to Aurora, the charming coworker who was currently in the shop, knees brushing her date’s in a booth in the corner.
