Not Your Ex's Hexes (Supernatural Singles, #2)(91)

Couldn’t think of a damn reason why he should, every earlier doubt now a distant memory, replaced by his need to keep her close.

“You want me to handle you, little witch?” Damian dropped his voice, his lusty need to feel her against him making him tug her against his growing erection.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth and back, her own lips curling up. “In the worst way. Like in a really, really bad way. It’s been a long, hellish week.”

“We have less than an hour before Miguel and Terrance show up for the morning feedings.”

“Plenty of time, and just so you know, I meant it when I said I got a clean bill of health. Fully healed. No restrictions.” She inched her hands beneath his shirt, her soft touch making him suck in a breath. “I don’t need foreplay, Damian. I just need you. Well, you and orgasms. At least two, but three is preferable.”

“Giving orders now? I like it.” Chuckling, he splayed one hand on her chest and eased her flat against the desk before popping open the button on her jeans.

Rose released a gasping oh of surprise, and smirked. “And I like where this is going.”

Working together, they tugged off both her pants and her panties, and then she did the same with her shirt and bra.

Seeing her spread open for him like a gorgeous—naked—buffet, Damian groaned. “This is how every morning should start.”

“Speaking of starting … I’m still waiting for my handling, doc.”

He hooked his boot through the bottom rung of his office chair and pulled it close, sitting and scooting forward until he sat even with her already wet pussy. “Get ready for your handling, Miss Maxwell.”

As he leaned in for his first sweet taste, their gazes locked. Damian took his time, and with each slow swipe of his tongue, Rose’s breath shuddered. Her hand landed on top of his head, fingers spearing through his hair as she held him against her.

Damian feasted like a man starving, devouring not just her taste, but every soft sigh and gentle quiver. And especially the sound of his whispered name falling from her lips.

“Damian.” Her grip on his hair tightened and he picked up his relentless pace, eager to fulfill her demand of at least three orgasms.

With a gentle suck to her clit, she came apart in his arms, knees bumping against his ears as her body quaked in release. As her breathing slowed, he gentled his touch, and then slipping first one, then two fingers into her tight channel, he brought his mouth to her clit all over again.

Rose’s legs trembled. “Oh, my Goddess.”

“Let’s go for number two.” He fucked her with his fingers, curling his digits, and rubbed that sensitive spot that would make her come apart again.

“More.” Rose lifted her hips to meet his hand. “I need more, doc.”

Fuckin’ A. So did he.

With another pump of his fingers, her body erupted into a second orgasm. “In me! Now!”

His hands damn near shook as he fumbled with his jeans, the desire to be inside her riding him hard. Unable to wait any longer, Rose magically unbuttoned his pants, and then her soft hand wrapped around his aching cock and guided him straight to her entrance.

His mouth caught hers the second he plunged inside.

They devoured. They touched. They rocked against each other until the desk moved back and forth across the floor with every thrust. This time when Rose came, she pulled him with her, both climaxing in a peak of pleasure so high he was certain he’d never come down.

And he wasn’t so sure he wanted to.





23





Celestial Sexcapades


Rose couldn’t contain her laughter as she watched the showdown happening in front of her. More amusing than a night at the movies. More thrilling than a Broadway play. The standoff between Violet and Christina was pure, unfiltered entertainment, and no one could’ve expected it when Christina crashed their Girl Glam session—along with Edie—prior to the Kids’ Community Center gala.

GG sessions were how the triplets—and Harper—mentally and physically prepared themselves for big events. Always with jokes, and usually with a glass or two of wine. But with everyone busy doing their own things the last few months, it had been a hard tradition to keep up. They’d made the extra effort to ensure it happened tonight, and this time, their mother came along for the ride.

And it didn’t suck.

Rose had laughed more in the last thirty minutes than she had all week.

Locked in a stare-down to put any two teenagers to shame, neither Vi nor Christina showed signs of backing down. Their mother was a formidable witch, but her determination had nothing on Vi’s when her mind was set. And no way was Vi sliding into the four-inch heels Christina thought she had to wear.

“My money’s on Mom.” Olive placed the first bet. “I feel like she’s overdue a win. Even with the success of Supernatural Spirits Winery, she’s had a backlog of losses.”

Edie snorted with a shake of her head. “Maybe, but your sister has that glint in the eye. She won’t back down easily.”

“Why? Because she’s the Prima Apparent?” Harper asked, not taking her eyes off the two witches.

“Because she’s my granddaughter.” Edie grinned, glancing to Rose. “What’s your verdict, dear? Sister or mother?”

Rose exchanged glances with Harper before they both simultaneously chanted, “Sister.”