Page 29 of Hot in Witch City
When will you be done?
A couple of hours.
Ugh, so long.Can I come over then?
Of course.
I exhaled. There was only one person who could scratch my particular itch tonight, and that was a burly wolf shifter.
After another minute, he texted,Are you okay?
I smiled. Most guys would jump at the possibility of a booty call, no questions asked.
Yes. Just thinking of you… And what we can do together.
I held back on adding an eggplant emoji and laughed.
Now I’m thinking about it,he texted back.
Oh, the ellipses, it could mean so much. I leaned back in my desk chair and fantasized about the night ahead.
After a few minutes, another text from Sebastian came through.I can get out of here sooner. Half an hour work for you?
I rolled my desk chair back, pleased with how a few texts had led me to exactly what I craved.
Perfect. I’ll meet you at your place.
Sebastian
What a brilliant surprise to hear from Gianna, especially after she’d stated that what we had would not happen again. After those texts, there was no way I was going to waste time at work. It wasn’t a busy night, and the others could handle it.
Once I rushed home and took a quick shower, I barely had time to dry off before she arrived.
I opened the door. She stood in the entryway wearing a black motorcycle jacket, boots, and a Mona Lisa smile. My pulse jolted, while my wolf stirred about. “Gianna, come in.” I stepped aside and welcomed her.
“Are you alone?” she asked.
“Yes. Lucas and Diego are both working.” I closed the door.
Before I’d taken a step inside, she moved closer. Her vanilla scent wrapped around me, and I inhaled.
Mate, my wolf declared as if I hadn’t heard him the previous dozens of times.
Gianna took my collar in both hands. “Good because I want to be alone with you.” She leaned closer and kissed me.
The tingling connection I’d only ever felt with her returned. Once her lips were on mine, my arms were around her. Our mouths crashed with greedy hunger as we devoured each other, somehow backing to the sofa and falling onto it.
She pulled my shirt off, trailing her fingers down my chest. “I want to touch you.” She then removed her shirt and looked so damn tempting in the black push-up bra.
I moaned, wanting to kiss every bare inch of skin. “Upstairs,” I croaked.
She rushed over to the steps, and I chased her up. I grabbed her ass, and whatever I could touch of her along the way, and she giggled. She stripped off the rest of her clothes as soon as we were in my room and then reached for my zipper. “Help me get these off.”
I complied and seconds later, stood before her with my erection out. She took it in her hand, and I moaned.
“This is better than any dream,” I muttered. “And trust me, this is one of many things I fantasized about you.”
She stroked it with a light touch and then gently bit my earlobe. “You tell me. Does this feel real?”
