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“Vixen,” he breathed.

Truthfully, he’d loved the hint of viciousness in her teeth, soothed by the incredible heat of her sheathing his cock. The twin sensations practically did him in. Just remembering it had him half ready to go again, and she must have felt the little nudge against her because her lips curled in a beautiful, knowing smile.

“Damn, look at you.”

Heat flared in his cheeks, and he buried his face in the curve of her shoulder. “It’s entirely your fault, I assure you.”

“Hmm. Normally I’d argue against an accusation, but I find this one rather enticing, so I’ll admit culpability this once. What’s my punishment?”

“Stay the night,” he said, before he could help himself. To render the request less emotional and needy, he added, “I know I’ll want you again.”

“From my observations, you already do,” she teased.

“That’s true enough. But I’m willing to let you sleep a little first.”

“You think we need a nap? I’m willing. I like slow, sleepy, just-­woke-­up sex. Maybe I’ll surprise you by putting my mouth somewhere fun as soon as you let your guard down.”

An irresistible tremor ran through him. “If you’re asking for my permission, you have it.”

“Excellent.” Closing her eyes, she snuggled into his side with every appearance of relaxation, and soon, she was breathing deeply.

At first, her ease irked him to no end, but then it occurred to him that she wouldn’t be able to relax if she didn’t trust him. Perhaps that ought to trouble him, as he hadn’t been upfront or honest in his dealings with her. But some small part of him still reveled in being someone who made her feel safe, despite the rough image he projected. Since he often had to travel to unsavory places as part of his mission, he’d learned that sometimes the best protection was coming across like the biggest bastard, one nobody wanted to try.

Eventually, he drifted off to the sound of her deep, measured breathing. And for once, the next time he roused, it wasn’t to the shrill ring of an alarm or an urgent call. Instead, just as she’d promised, Clem was burrowed beneath the covers, her mouth moving on him lusciously. His cock was hard enough to hurt, so she’d obviously been sucking him for a while. His balls were tight, tingles rolling up his spine.

Before he could say a word, he was coming, right in her mouth.

What a delicious way to wake up.

The incredible part was, his cock didn’t even go soft, and he rolled her beneath him with even more need gnawing at him.

No matter how many times I have her, it will never be enough.

This time he didn’t think about anything but fucking her. He drove into her with a hungry grunt, needing to feel her come all over his dick.

She let out a needy whine, and he could feel that she’d gotten absolutely soaked playing with him as he slept. That drove him even wilder.

Gavin pumped into her, lifting her hips to get deeper, and she went crazy when he grazed the right spot inside her. Clem screamed and clawed his back, already coming. A hot, tingling sensation swept over him, and it was as if he could feel himself fucking her, a layer of sensation that added to his pleasure and arousal.

Since he’d just gotten off, he came dry, so hard, he nearly blacked out.

Chapter 13

“I’ve made a terrible mistake,” Clem told Ethel, two days later.

“Did it involve three longshoremen and a bottle of Scotch?” the older witch asked.

Clem blinked. “What? No.”

“Yes! My record holds.”

For a moment, she was so tempted to ask for details, but with sheer heroic effort, she corralled her curiosity and stayed on task. “Okay, we’re putting a pin in that because I need to hear that story. But can we get back to my issue?”

Ethel rose, stretched, and turned toward the kitchen. “Sure, why not? I’ll get the iced tea.”

“Hey, good lookin’,” said Percy.

Tiredly, Clem waved at the parrot. She’d crept out of Gavin’s apartment at dawn, and she hadn’t contacted him since. To make matters worse, Danica had disappeared because of some impulsive decision-­making. If not for the coven group chat, Clem wouldn’t have known her cousin had gone to freaking Arizona while she was busy minding the shop.

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