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This mixture is infused with my healing power.

May it heal the scars on Gabe’s back this very hour.

Having come up with a rhyming spell, I take that as a good omen. I sneak back to bed and climb on Gabe’s back, careful not to wake him. Rubbing the mixture onto his scars, I envision them disappearing, channeling that intention from my hands to his back. “I smell jasmine,” he mumbles.

“Go back to sleep,” I coo, working my way down his back, envisioning seventy-seven scars disappearing.

Chapter 23

Charlotte

“Morning,” Gabe says in a gravelly tone, pulling me closer to him. “I had the most unusual dream.”

“Really?” I ask, snuggling into the crook of his arm. Already having examined his back while he was asleep, I know my spell didn’t work. The part of me that feels like a magical fraud rears its ugly head but I shove those thoughts down. Witch impostor syndrome is better than Frozen-face syndrome, I suppose.

“Yes, ma’am. That a sexy witch was casting a spell on me, but because her hands were all over me, I didn’t mind.”

“Not all over you,” I say in a playful tone. “If my hands were all over you, it would be more like this,” I say, running my hands up and down his rock-hard abs, feeling him shudder underneath my touch. Smiling, I move my hand beneath the covers to find him ready for me. When I trail one hand down lower and give his balls a nice massage, Gabe lets out a sexy moan.

“I’m going to need a demonstration,” he tells me.

“A hands-on demonstration,” I solemnly agree, grabbing his shaft with both hands and pumping. Kissing my way down his body, I lick the salty taste off his glistening head, and he bands his fingers through my hair, letting out a low groan of appreciation that has my core tingling.

And then the doorbell rings. “I might teleport downstairs and kill whoever’s out there,” Gabe grits.

“I don’t know who would be here so early unless it’s Jen,” I say. “Maybe she forgot her keys.”

“Good,” he says, guiding my head back down.

“Be nice,” I tell him, hopping out of bed and grabbing my bra and panties that are strewn across the floor. Suddenly, I’m being pulled by an invisible hand that has a hold of my clothes. Laughing, I fall into Gabe’s arms and he kisses me, grinding his cock against my core. Why was I getting out of bed again?

Someone rings the doorbell in rapid succession. “Go away,” Gabe shouts.

“Now where are those good manners I was bragging on?” I chide, patting his cheek.

“Good manners fly out the window when my beautiful girlfriend is about to deep throat my cock,” he groans and my cheeks heat.

“Gabe Jennings, that dirty mouth.”

“Come back to bed, and let me tell you all the dirty things I’m going to do to you with this dirty mouth,” he says seductively.

“I have to go answer the door.” Meaning to admonish him, my voice comes out too weak. I toss on my clothes before I lose my resolve, and Gabe stands, already dressed. He then proceeds to tell me all those things he’s going to do to me anyway, and I’m instantly molten between my legs.

“Stop it.” I point to him weakly as I walk out of the bedroom while I still can.

“I’m going on a coffee run,” he says, disappearing.

Glancing through the peephole, I let Jen inside. “Thank goodness you’re home. Elliot dropped me off, but then I realized I left my purse back at his place.”

“No worries,” I say.

She eyes me. “Gabe was here?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You’re glowing, that’s why.” I instinctively place my hands on my cheeks.

“Ladies, coffee?” Gabe sticks his head in from the kitchen, the delicious smell of Italian coffee permeating the air.

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