Page 17 of Witch Please

My truth was on my lips. It tingled with the desperation to be voiced. Once I did that was it. There was no going back. Hiding behind indifference or sarcasm would no longer be an option. He’d stripped me bare both literally and figuratively.

“Sebastian.” My throat dried, my tongue limp and unable to form words. He kept a maddening pace. Pushing and pulling with such controlled precision, I imagined him counting the beats in his head.

“Imogen,” he kissed my throat, sucked my neck, ran his lips along my jaw before landing back against my lips, “tell me.”

“Yes, Sebastian, I have. I hoped for something I never thought possible.”

He groaned pushing in with gusto. Every nerve ending set on high alert, the delicious ache torturing me with the desperate need to rush to completion. I pulled at Sebastian’s hips, as if by pushing him I could force every last millimeter of his cock into me.

“Geenie, this is going to be much faster than you or I want.”

He forced his hand between us, landing on my clit. My legs opened even wider, my hips thrust against the pleasure his fingers provided. In a handful of strokes I was ready to fall off the cliff and explode.

“Come with me,” he told me.

I didn’t even need the directive. I don’t think I could have held back if I tried.

“Open your eyes; I want to watch you.”

That request was nearly impossible. My eyelids fought against the request. No matter how soft and seductive his voice was imploring them to stay open, it took every ounce of strength to get them to even half mast.

“You’re so beautiful, Imogen.”

With that I flew apart—Sebastian finishing moments after me.

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We didn’t have much time for pillow talk since we’d been away from practice for so long, I knew Kennedy would start a search party soon. Sebastian was put together and looking as if nothing had ever happened in mere seconds. While I reassembled myself, Sebastian tried to put the room back to rights as quickly as he could.

“I’m sorry that the costume makes you uncomfortable,” he said, passing me my cardigan. “I’ll go another route if you feel strongly about it. Your point about hitting the audience over the head with sexuality is valid. But know, whatever you wear on that stage—you’ll be gorgeous.”

He gathered my hair into a mock ponytail, holding me in place so he could kiss me. We were able to sneak in four more kisses before Kennedy’s voice could be heard in the stairwell.

“Oh thank god!” I bounded to the door, banging against it. “Kennedy! We’re in here!”

I heard her footfalls coming up the stairs. Sebastian turned me by the shoulders giving me a once over, fastening the last button on my cardigan before placing a chaste kiss on my forehead.

“While you have the glow of a thoroughly satisfied woman that makes me feel a hundred feet tall—you look exactly as you did when I found you.”

While we’d beenbusy“looking for costumes” in the attic, Kennedy had diligently been combing through every available option sent to us by the rental company. To my surprise, she produced a one shouldered A-line dress reminiscent of a Greek or Roman goddess. Golden, ethereal, curve hugging, but also flowing. I gasped when she brought it out, and nearly cried when I tried it on. The way it moved, the graceful way it sighed as I walked around the stage, and the silken softness as it tickled against my skin. This is what sexy felt like in my head. There were so many ways as I recited my lines that I could use the train and the layers of gauze in my movements.

I stood in the middle of the stage, where the spotlight rested while the lighting team had taken a break—and looked up near where I thought Sebastian would be sitting.

“At the setting of the sun, a battle lost a battle won,” I began, playing with the fabric of the dress, twisting so my hair fell over my shoulder. I imagined Sebastian to be in the single row of seats not blocked by the glare of the light. “Macbeth will thrice call my name: Power,Ambition, and Destiny proclaimed. Tragedy. The fire of desire attracts the heat of the flame. The fallibility of humanity provide lessons to gain.”

All of the cast clapped and whistled, their shouts and hoots bouncing off the walls in every direction. I felt like the last piece of the puzzle clicked into place with this dress. Now, I felt powerful, and sensual.

Chapter 14

She couldn’t see me from the lighting booth with the spotlight shining on her. I watched her gracefully cross that stage, encouraging movement in the dress with her hands, and deliver a goosebump worthy opening stanza. Imogen had arrived. I assumed it was a myriad of things, the dress, discovering her desirability, rediscovering her confidence. Personally, I thrilled at the notion that my instincts had been right all along. My little church mouse was without a doubt the perfect witch. As I knew she would be.

Me: You won’t even recognize Imogen when you visit.

Me: She shines in the most glorious way

Ishot off the text to Patrick. I wouldn’t divulge anything further. He’d been right. I didn’t want to admit that over a text message though.

“I would like to take you on a date.” I fell into step alongside Imogen as everyone filed out of the building. “If you’re too tired to do anything tonight, I will avail myself to your first calendar opening.”

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