Page 39 of Boss Witch

They’d both gotten tested in their spare time, and they showed each other the results after placing their food order. She’d also told him she had an implant, since she couldn’t exactly confess she was on witch birth control. Their seats on the terrace offered a charming river view, and it amused Clem to prove they were both safe to smash under such romantic circumstances. Once that hurdle was cleared, they enjoyed a delicious meal of spinach and artichoke dip followed by chicken Caesar salad, and then they headed to his place.

Hers was too well warded and contained too much trace magic for her to invite him in casually. The place would need to be fully prepped and cleansed before he crossed the threshold. But…she didn’t want to think about witch stuff. Not now. Not when she needed the pretense that this was like any other fling.

“How’s Benson?” she asked as she walked into his front hallway.

Gavin brightened immediately. “He’s acclimating much faster than I expected. I’ve been talking to him and giving him treats. Little chap climbed into the palm of my hand earlier.”

I’m glad Priya’s spell is working.Likely it wouldn’t occur to Gavin to do any tracking in the heart of his own home, and the small magic the vivimancer had used on the mouse would fade quickly. She glanced over at the cage, where Benson was running on the wheel like mad.

Clem smiled, wondering what the mouse was thinking. Pets that received an infusion of vivimancer magic tended to be smarter and to live longer. “Glad you’re bonding.”

“Mind if I wash up?” Gavin asked then.

“Not at all.”

With a smile, he vanished into the bedroom, leaving her to listen to him shower. If they were in a proper relationship and this wasn’t their first time, she might have squeezed in there with him, despite it being an efficiency unit sized for one. With sufficient enthusiasm, such issues could be overcome, especially if the participants didn’t mind making a mess.

When Gavin stepped out of the bathroom, clad only in a white towel, she licked her lips reflexively, imagining how incredible it would be to catch the water droplets glistening on his abs. He smiled at her, a deep and heated look that warmed his eyes to molten silver and curled his lips in a way that expressly invited a kiss.

“That look is going right to my head,” he said. The towel tented, demonstrating his meaning clearly.

“Good enough to eat. But first, let me shower. Try to keep that level of eagerness.”

“It won’t be hard,” he said. “Or shall I say ‘difficult’? It’s more accurate.”

Clem grinned. “Five minutes, max. Then I’m climbing you like a tree.”

Flashing him a smile that showed none of her inner turmoil, she sauntered into the bathroom. Maybe she didn’t need to rinse off since she’d showered earlier, but she had ridden his bike and walked around in the summer heat. Since he’d bathed, she should as well. In intimate matters, it seemed better to err on the side of smelling fresh and fantastic.

She removed her pretty summer dress carefully and hung it on the hook on the back of the door, left her panties on the bathroom floor. Then she hesitated. She’d applied the tincture, and she shouldn’t get her entire body wet. Clem satisfied herself with a quick spot wash. There was a peculiar intimacy in using the same shower gel as Gavin. Sure, it hadn’t been personally selected by him but still, they’d smell the same, just with the products given a slightly different twist by personal pheromones. As promised, she was quick and wrapped up in the other solitary towel offered for use.

When she emerged, she found Gavin hadn’t budged, still waiting for her in the living area. On impulse, she launched herself at him, and he caught her. They kissed like a tsunami making landfall, a wet and messy wave that had Clem touching every part of him she could reach while their lips clung and tongues tangled. He carried her easily, though they both lost their towels on the way to the bedroom. She dug her fingers into his back as he kissed a scorching line down her throat.

This didn’t feel like a hookup so much as life support, as if she’d die when Gavin stopped. Pleasure coiled deep inside her, growing more powerful with each graze of his mouth. The attraction broke briefly when he dropped her on the bed, but he came down to her immediately, and she wrapped herself around him, conscious that her magic wasn’t sparking wildly as it sometimes did when she fooled around with a mundane.

Instead, it rolled inside her in a steady purr, as if it was well content with this decision. And if that seemed strange, Gavin didn’t allow her to dwell on it. His lips and hands were everywhere, and it seemed as if he had psychic tendencies because each touch, each kiss, felt better than the last, until she was squirming and breathless.

“You are breathtaking,” he whispered against the soft skin of her belly.

Her knees came up and splayed wide, a silent invitation for him to keep going. Clem tangled her fingers in his shaggy hair as he teased a path lower until her whole body quivered with anticipation.

And when he finally went in, she let out an incredibly needy sound, one she’d never made before. His lips on her, his tongue working slowly, softly, circling her clit with exactly the right pressure. He was gentler than he looked when he pulled her legs over his shoulders and buried his face between them like he never needed to come up for air. He played with his lips and fingers, his tongue surging softly, and she lifted her hips to chase the feeling building in long pulses and tingles.

With enough patience, she’d come this way, and he coaxed her to the edge several times before pulling back on the pressure, teasing her with swirling licks on her thighs and belly instead. Just enough for the need to recede, and then he started again. The cycle continued until her pussy throbbed, and she couldn’t take anymore.

Clem yanked on his hair, hard. “Finish me with your mouth. Or your cock. Even your fingers, I don’t care. But please.”

She didn’t beg. She never begged. Yet he had her desperate, the most turned on she’d ever been in her life.

“Greed looks good on you.” Despite her death grip on his hair, he was smiling, and she took a certain pride in the juices glistening on his mouth. Gavin crawled up her body, and he sheathed himself smoothly in a condom and then settled between her thighs. She raised up to kiss him, her breasts brushing his chest. A current ran between them; to her it felt like magic, but hopefully he’d register it as potent sexual chemistry, thanks to Ethel’s tincture. With any luck, Gavin wouldn’t have banged any other witches, therefore he’d have no basis for comparison.

Even knowing this was an extreme form of risk, she couldn’t stop. Didn’t even want to.If I get caught, it might even be worth it.

The moment her mouth touched his, she tasted herself on his lips, and she sucked her own flavor from his tongue. He finally groaned, as if he found that to be irresistibly hot, and then he was tongue fucking her lips, long strokes that echoed how he craved to claim her. Gavin lined up his cock and slid into her in one thrust, holding still when he was fully seated.

She rolled her hips, delighted to finally be getting to him. He grunted when she squeezed her inner muscles around him, his eyes fluttering closed. Goddess, she’d love a photo of his face, precisely like this, enraptured and agonized at the same time. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and moved, enticing him to do the same.

This time, he groaned, seeming unable to resist. “You’re so hot,” he breathed.

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