Witches for Hire (Odd Jobs #1)(108)
Chapter 28
JEREMY WHISTLED as he opened Witches for Hire’s front door without touching it. He sauntered in the lobby and stroked the wall. “You’re going to do me a favor and trap all the people who’ve angered me,” he whispered to it. “Then they’re going to see how fun it is to take orders.” Jeremy placed both hands on the cold plaster. He could feel the tendrils of magic flowing out of his office to form the security ward. Too much magic was still stored in him, and he needed to dump it quickly. Like a web connecting over the whole building, Jeremy’s stolen magic and ward twisted into a more efficient spell. That should do it.
Someone tapped on the window.
Jeremy looked, and Desmond stood in the rain with a hat draping his face in darkness and his long coat billowing. “Down, girl,” Jeremy said to the security blanket. “We’ll play later.” The net deactivated, and the door opened wide with Desmond’s magic.
“Is it my turn to play?” Desmond asked.
“Depends on what you have in mind.”
Desmond’s eyes flashed, and a strong wind cleared Simone’s things off her desk.
Jeremy’s eyebrow rose. “Spring cleaning?” He grunted as he was snatched off his feet and floated on his back to the desk. His shoes untied themselves and flew into the wall. “Foot massage?” Next, his belt unbuckled, unlooped itself, and slapped the wall. Jeremy’s pants and shirt unbuttoned and shimmied off his limbs to join the rest of his stuff. “Oh, laundry.” He smiled. “You were always good at chores.” His underwear ripped off. “You’re certainly thorough.” The air around him became heavy, and it slammed him flat, leaving Jeremy barely able to turn his head.
Desmond loomed over him with a smirk on his face. “Mocking me only means I’ll take longer to fuck you.”
“I killed the evil witch, so I deserve a prize.” He threw his hands out, dispelling the magic trapping him. Wrapping his fist in Desmond’s tie, he whispered, “Fuck me.”
Desmond hmphed in response, pretending he wasn’t as horny as Jeremy was.
Easing his hold on Desmond’s tie, Jeremy leaned forward, so he could nibble on Desmond’s chin. “Fuck me, please, and I’ll ride your cock like a shake weight.”
Pants quickly unzipping was his answer. “See what happens when you ask for things nicely?” Desmond licked his fingers one by one. “Let’s see how long you keep it up.”
Jeremy moaned as wet fingers entered him. “I’ll be all the nice you want if you fuck me. Fuck me until I’m too tired to speak, and then fuck me more.” When Desmond’s fingers went deeper, Jeremy gripped his hair so they looked into each other’s eyes. “Fuck me so I forget we ever spent time apart.” The fingers disappeared and Desmond clutched his hips, planting Jeremy on his cock. “Yes!”
“Angel, I’ll fuck you so I’m the only thing you can remember.”
JEREMY SIGHED as he stared at his nails. I miss his cock already.
“You all right?” Simone asked as she put her purse on her desk.
It’s a good thing I remembered where everything went. Jeremy smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I swear you have mood whiplash.”
Clive walked in the lobby. “May I speak with you in private, Jeremy?”
Jeremy bit his lip. He was itching to set the trap, but he had to indulge the tedious man until it was done. “Sure.” He followed Clive to his office and remained standing when the knight sat.
“Mia is coming in to help me. Desmond’s strange behavior makes me believe he’s under a curse or fighting one. Since I am responsible, I want to put together a powerful protection spell that could keep him and his soul mate safe. I need everyone for this, including you.” He folded his hands onto each other. “Will you do that? We don’t have to let bygones be bygones, but I would like the rest of our time to be congenial.”
This will be interesting, Jeremy thought. His trap wasn’t intended to hold so many people, especially knights. It would be an excellent test of his abilities. He grinned in anticipation. “What do you need me to do?”
Clive sighed in relief. “I hoped you would understand. Are you familiar with tome wood?”
“Extremely rare wood from high magical realms that’s believed to spring from roots of the Tree of Life.” I should kill him just for asking me such a dim question.
“I have a smidgen, and I need you to soften it for a potion. A simple lavender oil laced with aloe will do.” Clive got up from his desk with a sheaf of papers in hand. “Rudy is joining us too, so you can use a few of his hairs to add in strength.”
Jeremy nodded. “That would definitely make the protectee formidable.”
“I wish we could get along without the fights.” Clive took out a glass vial with a tiny shaving inside it. “Thank you for putting aside our differences for the day.”
Jeremy smiled sadly. “Some people aren’t meant to get along.”
“That’s true. I’ll see you in a little while.” Clive tipped his head and finally left Jeremy alone.
Whistling as he had done earlier, Jeremy went to his own office and shut the door. He looked at the ancient bark. “Too bad,” he said as he reached for a jar with a black label. He opened it with his head tilted back so he wouldn’t inhale the fumes, then dumped the shaving in the acid. It bubbled into smaller particles until nothing was left. “Have fun reversing the spell now, Sir Dickhole.”