Page 46 of Witch Please

“Wow,” she whispered. “That was…wow.”

Not bad for my first time.

Maybe one day, he might even tell her. Possibly five years after they got married. He could imagine the conversation, snuggled up together in bed. She would be awed and disbelieving, maybe even praise his self-control.I had no idea; you didn’t fumble like a nervous virgin.She’d made it easy by taking the lead, showing him exactly what she wanted and not giving him space to doubt.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’m a sweaty mess.”

“Agree to disagree. Remember, I participated in bringing out that…glow, and if you want my opinion, the results are gorgeous.”

“You did not just say that.” But she laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek, right above the start of his beard.

Titus hated to bring this up, but it would be irresponsible not to. “So that was glorious and all, but—”

“You’re concerned about safety,” she guessed.

“Aren’t you?”

“I have a clean bill of health, and I’m on birth control. But if you want me to get tested, I’m happy to do that. You don’t need more stress in your life.”

“Likewise,” he said.

He could have clarified right then.It’s impossible to get STDs when nobody else has ever touched your junk.Wait, that wasn’t entirely true, but he’d never had a blood transfusion or done drugs either.

“Then let’s do the work to give each other peace of mind.”

“Should we have done that beforehand? Before we…” He couldn’t decide what to call this interlude. He’d hugged her because it was impossible not to.

I didn’t expect…this.

“Some people do. They show each other the paperwork before getting intimate. I know enough about you to trust that you don’t do this casually, though. And I hope you feel the same about me.” She paused, massaging the back of his neck lightly.

Titus tilted his head back, unable to believe she was still sitting on him while his cock softened inside her. If she stayed long enough, he’d want to go again.

“I really don’t do hookups,” he agreed.

“If you did, the town grapevine would be on fire with people gossiping about it.” Her eyes held a soft, affectionate light. “Lucky for you, I don’t flaunt my conquests, since this constitutes mad bragging rights.” She wriggled a little on top of him.

Titus held her to him, unable to control the possessive urge. “You think so?”

“I know so. As for me, I’ve only slept with my ex in the last three years, and we both got tested before starting that relationship.”

His stomach clenched. The idea of someone else touching her made him want to growl. And the fact that her ex had had her for two years, then married someone else? The jackass must be out of his mind.

“Great. Let’s never talk about that fuckface again.”

“Fine by me.” Danica kissed his nose, an affectionate gesture that melted his heart into clarified butter. “Much as I hate to move from the best seat in the house, I need to wash up. Okay for me to use the bathroom first?”

My dick. Is the best seat in the house.

He couldn’t stop grinning. His face might literally split, Joker-style.It’s terrifying to be this happy.

“Go for it.”

Titus groaned when she slid off him. He wasn’t prepared for how sensitive his skin was nor for the soft stroke of her hand across his head as she moved away. His whole body was an erogenous zone. If Danica touched his elbow, he’d probably pop an erection.

For a few moments, he simply sprawled in the office chair, trying to process.The curse is broken. She’s the one.None of the usual bullshit that plagued and terrified him applied where Danica was concerned. The woman was gorgeous, gifted, and fearless, taking what she wanted with both hands.

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