Page 40 of Boss Witch

“Because of you.” To punctuate her words, she bit his shoulder, nuzzling a path to his neck, where he was most sensitive, and he jerked in immediate response, pushing faster, harder. “You liked that.”

She sank her teeth into his throat, just a little nip, and he let out a growl. “Stop goading me. It’s been a while, and I want this to be good for you.”

“And I wantyouto lose control. We can’t both meet our goals.”

Another slide of her teeth, followed by the sweep of her tongue. She sucked hard on the bite, and he gasped, hips moving in a quick and jerky rhythm, the sign of him unraveling for her, exactly as she wanted.

Wanted.Hell, she needed it.

After the way he’d teased her, her own orgasm no longer seemed as important as seeing the look on his face when he yielded to her utterly, giving more of himself than she could admit that she wanted. Clem worked herself on his cock, trying to nudge them both past the point of no return. He kissed her to stop the torment her mouth offered his neck and shoulders, but when she pulled his tongue into her mouth and sucked it, his cock pulsed. More magic crackled between them, and his cock swelled, like the pleasure and the energy drew a response from the deepest and wildest part of him.

“That’s it, love. Just like that. I can’t hold it. Christ, you feel good.”

“Don’t even try. If you come, I will. I’m so close. Fuck yes.”

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Gavin went off like a rocket from her hot whisper in his ear.

He didn’t even know when he’d lost his grip on himself. He pushed deep and held, hot spurts rocking him from head to toe. In all honesty, he couldn’t be certain she’d gotten off; he was so lost in his own pleasure. Normally, he wasn’t like that. Being inside her did something to him, lit him up in a way he couldn’t articulate or explain. If he didn’t think he would sound absurd, he might even say she felt…right, in a lock-­and-­key sense, akin to coming home.

Yeah, I can’t tell her that.

Clem held him through the aftermath, stroking his back until he recovered enough to dispose of the condom and return to bed on shaky legs. Though he’d known sex between them would be intense, he never could’ve predicted it would leave him feeling oddly hollowed out yet complete at the same time, as if they’d exchanged more than bodily fluids.

“I can’t believe I have to ask,” he muttered, sliding back into bed to curl himself around her. “But did you…”

Her eyes laughed at him. “Definitely. There’s nothing sexier than feeling you lose it.”

“I’ll remember that.”

He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled her to his chest, breathing in the clean smell of her sweat-­damp hair mingling deliciously with the scent of sex. She cuddled up without resisting and trailed her fingers down his chest, creating faint sparks of excitement, even though they’d just finished.

Is that normal? It’s not.

At least she wasn’t immediately scrambling to put her clothes on. Since the terms of their arrangement only accounted for hookups, she didn’t have to spend the night, even if he wanted her to. Now that he’d gotten her into bed, he didn’t think he could let her go willingly. She did pack an overnight bag, so perhaps he had hope of keeping her for a night anyway.

We’ll have to get up for food eventually, I suppose.

It came to him that this was the happiest he’d been in longer than he could recall. His vocation had never given him any joy, only endless tension with bonus emotional blackmail. He’d enjoyed being a lecturer at university, but he wasn’t allowed to stay in the position long enough to form attachments. Now it offered a convenient excuse for him to be traveling. And even while he was teaching, Da didn’t let up on the pressure, reminding him that no matter what job he chose as his “cover,” it would never be the reality of who and what he was. It had been like living as a secret agent, in some respects, only he remained unconvinced about the sanctity of the mission.

Sometimes, even before his grandad reached out, he’d wondered…if it’s so vital, why did he leave?And now, he had the warning added to his own quiet doubts. There was so much secrecy in the order, so much that mustn’t be asked about or spoken of.

“You seem conflicted,” she said, tracing a fingertip down his nose instead of his chest.

“I wonder if you know how unsettling it is for you to notice such things so swiftly.”

“Should I apologize?”

“No, it’s rather nice when I get over the shock of it.”

“You deflected.” She called out his evasion without hesitation. “It’s your choice, of course. There’s no need to tell me anything if you’d rather not.”

She rolled over and kissed his left cheek and then his right, taking advantage of his slow, startled blink to press her soft lips to each eyelid as well. That unexpected tenderness created a well of longing in his chest—­to widen the terms of their relationship so she might offer more, like long, lazy Sundays in bed or being willing to receive his call any day, any hour, to listen to his troubles.

“Who knew an orgasm would make you so gentle?”

“You’d rather I bite you?” Clem joked. “Why not, you seemed to enjoy it a lot before.”

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