Shamelessly Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 2)

by Cassandra Lawson

  My fingers trailed along his chest, down to the edge of the sheet, and I watched as his lips parted ever so slightly. “What did I do in those dreams?” I asked.

  “So many things,” he replied, his hips lifting off the bed when my hand reached under the sheet to wrap around his erection. Trevor groaned and continued to watch me, as if waiting to see what I’d do next.

  “Tell me,” I insisted, stroking his dick slowly.

  “Why don’t you climb up here and let me eat that perfect pussy of yours?” he suggested.

  I shook my head. “Not this time. I think it’s my turn to taste you.”

  Trevor groaned loudly, and his eyes closed for a moment before he looked at me again. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

  Releasing his cock, I used both hands to slide the sheet down, freeing his dick. Without thinking, I licked my lips, which made Trevor let out a hiss.

  “I’m not sure I’ll last long if you put your mouth on me,” he warned. “Come up here and let me love you first.”

  “Not this time,” I told him, leaning forward to run my tongue around the tip of his cock, putting pressure on the edges.

  “Fuck,” Trevor rasped out.

  “This time, I’m going to take care of you,” I said before sliding my tongue from the base to the tip. “Let me pleasure you. Let me taste all of you,” I purred.

  “Damn, woman,” he said, his eyes locked on my tongue as it worked the edges around the tip where I knew his nerve endings were most sensitive. “You’re making me crazy. I’m not sure I’ll last long with you doing that.”

  “Don’t fight it,” I insisted. “Enjoy my mouth on your cock. Enjoy the way I suck you.”

  Trevor hissed out a curse and lifted his hips toward my mouth when I finally slid his dick inside, taking him as far in as I could. With one hand, I gripped the base tightly, squeezing as I sucked him into my mouth. Each time I squeezed the base, his cock twitched in my mouth.

  I loved having Trevor in my mouth, loved the power I had to make him moan and writhe under me. It was arousing me to the point where I couldn’t resist reaching a hand between my legs to touch myself.

  “That’s right,” Trevor rasped out. “Touch yourself while you suck me. It’s so fucking hot having you pleasure yourself while you pleasure me.”

  Trevor’s words aroused me even more, and my finger began to move more urgently against my clit as I sucked and licked Trevor’s dick faster and harder. His panting and groaning increased as he fisted the bottom sheet, probably to keep from taking charge. As I got closer to my own orgasm, I moaned around Trevor’s dick and his breath hissed between his lips. I felt him growing bigger as my orgasm hit. I moaned and probably would have screamed if my mouth weren’t full of Trevor’s dick.

  Trevor let out an inarticulate shout as he came hard, his dick twitching and his hips bucking off the bed.

  With a sweet smile, I slid back up Trevor’s body to find him grinning like an idiot.

  “How does it compare to your dreams?” I asked, lying beside him on the bed.

  Trevor pulled me into his arms and kissed my nose. “My dreams were nothing compared to the reality.”

  A strange warmth spread through my body, making me understand Lindsey a little better. I’d only been in Trevor’s house a couple of days, and I could already imagine how hard it would be to give this up. Giving myself a mental slap, I decided I was not going to worry about how or when things ended. For now, I was simply going to enjoy my time with Trevor.

  “Sweet dreams, Trevor,” I said, letting out a contented sigh as I snuggled against his naked body.

  “You’ve certainly given me plenty to dream about,” he said with a sleepy chuckle.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Trevor

  Since I’d managed to reschedule my morning appointments, I’d been able to spend a little more time with Melina before heading in to the office. My first appointment of the day was at one, so I’d asked Sage to have our temp come in at noon. They’d still only work until five, but I could handle the evening appointments without an assistant. A surprising number of my clients had been thrilled when I’d suggested meeting after five. We naturally scheduled our vampire appointments after dark since they couldn’t leave their homes during daylight hours, but our other clients came in during normal business hours of ten to five, with the occasional early appointment. It seemed that many of our clients preferred the after-hours appointments. When Dylan got back, I planned to discuss changing my hours and seeing more clients in the evening.

  My first client of the day needed to meet with me in our conference room with the dampening spell. I was representing him in a dispute over the rights to a spell, and he was known to fly into a rage, which frequently resulted in damage to the building he was in. It was ironic, considering he wasn’t a very powerful warlock, except when he was angry.

  When I walked into the reception area, I found Sage behind the reception desk, her fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard. Sage could type faster than anyone I’d ever seen. As always, Sage’s black hair hung down her back. Her green eyes were focused on the screen, and she looked almost angry, which was how she normally looked. Sage was efficient, even if she wasn’t overly friendly. Since she was a werewolf, we’d had to negotiate with her pack to hire her, but it had been worth it. I was surprised to see her here on her day off.

  “Good afternoon, Sage,” I greeted her with a smile.

  “Hey, Trevor.” She flashed a rare smile. “How are you today? I was sorry we didn’t get to talk at the reception.”

  “I’m surprised to see you in the office today,” I remarked. “Was there a problem with the temp?” The agency should have called my cell phone if there was an issue.

  “I didn’t like the way your idiot temp was messing up my office, so I figured I could work some extra hours until Dylan gets back and you have time to hire someone to work my off days,” she explained.

  Her explanation made sense, and I had no problem with her calling off the temp without asking my permission. I’d never complain about having Sage in the office more. Sage had originally only worked two six-hour days a week because she had responsibilities with her werewolf pack, which was the norm with werewolves. Now, she worked three full days and had even managed to fill in around the full moon a couple of times. I still wasn’t sure how she’d talked her pack into that.

  When we’d first opened the offices, we’d wanted one full-time assistant, and a full-time receptionist. For that reason, we’d been tempted to look past Sage’s resume. Thankfully, we hadn’t. Sage liked running the front office on her own, and she never seemed overwhelmed. In fact, she handled most of the legal assistant work, meaning our assistant working the other two days mainly handled receptionist work. Needless to say, we paid Sage a lot of money because we did not want to lose her, bad attitude or not.

  “I don’t know what we’d do without you,” I told her. “You are truly amazing.”

  Sage did something I never thought to see; she blushed. “Thank you, Trevor,” she stammered out somewhat nervously before clearing her throat and looking at the computer screen. She clicked the mouse and then her face was all business again. “I see you have a meeting with Fluffy in ten minutes.”

  My lips twitched at the nickname we’d given our cantankerous client. “Yeah, I’d better go make coffee before he gets here. Sad as it is to say, his rants are starting to bore me.”

  Ten minutes later, Sage led Davis Ellington, AKA Fluffy, into the conference room. Davis wore a designer suit today with his long black hair tied back from his almost feminine face. To say he was pretty would be an understatement. Davis was so beautiful, I’d be hitting on him if I were into men. It was probably a good thing I wasn’t into men since Davis was a homophobic bastard. We’d gone to school together, but it would be a stretch to say we’d been friends. I hadn’t liked him all those years ago, and I certainly didn’t like him now. Still, I planned to give him the best representat
ion. I didn’t have to like my clients.

  “Trevor!” Fluffy greeted me as if we were the best of friends, which was how he greeted everyone. “How was Dylan’s wedding? I was sorry I couldn’t make it, but I had other plans last weekend that simply could not be rescheduled.”

  “Dylan understands completely,” I assured him, leaving out the fact that he hadn’t been invited to Dylan’s wedding because Dylan liked him even less than I did.

  “Tell me you have some good news for me,” Fluffy said, settling into a chair on the opposite side of the table.

  “Listen, Davis, I’m not going to bullshit you about this,” I began.

  Fluffy’s head moved in an overly dramatic nod that made him look like a bobble head. “That’s one of the reasons I hired you. I know I can trust you to be a straight shooter and see that I get the best possible outcome. What have you got for me?”

  “I spoke with the attorney representing your brother, and I think it would be best if you settled,” I advised.

  “What?” Fluffy roared, getting to his feet for his tirade, which I chose to ignore. I sipped my coffee and pretended to listen to every word Fluffy said.

  Davis and Corbin Ellington were currently fighting over patent rights on a spell to enchant bunny slippers. When Davis had first approached me about representing him, he’d made it sound like the idea and work on the spell had been his alone. In his version of the story, Corbin had nothing to do with it but wanted to ride on his older brother’s coattails. Unfortunately for Fluffy, Corbin had been better at documenting the events surrounding the creation of the spell, and we had no way of winning in court. A more dishonest attorney might agree to proceed with the lawsuit, since Fluffy was set on having his big, dramatic day in court. I wasn’t that kind of lawyer, and I would do my best to dissuade him from wasting any more money than necessary on this matter.

  When Fluffy finally settled down, I continued. “I understand that you feel your brother didn’t contribute much. Maybe I’m missing an important detail.”

  “Damn right, you are,” he practically shouted.

  “Why don’t we go over some of the details?” I suggested.

  “I came up with the idea and then I made the spell,” he snapped. “What other details could you possibly need?”

  “Well, in court, they’ll want to know how it all went down,” I began. “Can you tell me again how you came up with the idea for the spell?”

  “Our sister was having a sleepover, and Corbin thought we should have a bit of fun with her,” Fluffy began. “That was years ago. Don’t go thinking we still get into this sort of mischief. You have sisters, so I’m sure you understand playing tricks when you were younger.”

  “Absolutely,” I agreed. “So, you and Corbin were planning to play a trick on your sister?”

  “Yes,” Fluffy agreed. “We tossed around a bunch of ideas before we came up with putting a spell on her bunny slippers. We expected those girls to scream their heads off when the slippers started talking, but they were a hit, and they all wanted a pair of their own. Since I’m the expert on writing spells, I worked on that part.”

  I nodded and pretended to make notes. “So, you wrote the spell with no input from Corbin at all?”

  We’d gone over this before, but I was hoping Fluffy would see reason before I showed him the evidence. I had other appointments today and didn’t have time for him to adjust to a forced dose of reality.

  “Corbin may have helped with some details,” Fluffy hedged.

  Forty-five minutes later, I had Fluffy ready to sign the contracts which would allow them to sell their bunny slippers and copyright the spell under both names. While I wouldn’t say Fluffy was happy with his brother, at least he’d moved past feeling like his brother was stealing from him. Having Fluffy agree to this was a huge relief, partly because it meant he wouldn’t be my client much longer.

  “I’ll have everything ready for you to sign next week,” I told him.”Sage can set up an appointment for you.”

  “Excellent!” Fluffy practically shouted. “I’ll see you next week, Trevor. Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you something.”

  He handed me a bag, and I eyed it suspiciously. “You didn’t need to bring me a gift.”

  “They’re for your next lady friend,” he explained with a wink.

  After Fluffy left the office, I opened the bag to find a pair of bunny slippers, which immediately began to chatter and growl at me. I laughed, thinking about how Melina would react when I gave them to her.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Melina

  I was doing something completely out of character and taking a night off. When I’d called to let Leo know I wasn’t planning to stop by the studio tonight, he’d been shocked. The other writers had been fine with a short phone meeting to go over what everyone was working on.

  While they were filming some of the scenes I’d rewritten, I figured they could always call me if there was a problem. Tonight, I’d decided to think about myself, and spend the evening at Trevor’s home. The way I saw it, I had two choices with Trevor. I could try to avoid getting close to him, which wasn’t an entirely bad idea. Keeping some emotional distance from Trevor made sense for more reasons than the possibility of my heart being broken. I needed to keep my emotions in check with Trevor so I didn’t hurt him—physically, not emotionally. The idea of hurting Trevor frightened me much more than the possibility of having my heart broken, and I could definitely hurt him if I lost control of my demon powers, which had a tendency to happen more when I was feeling overly emotional. I had some jewelry with wards to help keep those powers under control, like the anklet I hadn’t taken off since I’d left my house on Sunday, but it could only do so much.

  Shaking off those thoughts, I focused on the real reason I was spending time with Trevor—great sex. That word didn’t do it justice. Sex with Trevor was phenomenal. I could see why witches practically fell at his feet. At first, I’d thought it had to do with his looks. I mean, Trevor is gorgeous, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’d been attracted to him from the beginning. I’d wanted to be annoyed with his attempts to flirt with me, but his awkward attempts to get my attention had been kind of cute. I’d already known who he was before he’d introduced himself. Trevor Dupree was somewhat of a legend among witches, and I’d always figured I’d be immune to his charms, assuming he was a pretty warlock with no depth. I’d pictured him as some douche bag, fucking his way through every eligible witch. That wasn’t Trevor, and it didn’t take long to realize he was looking for true love and a witch to spend the rest of his life with. While I knew I wasn’t the witch for Trevor, I was going to enjoy him while I could.

  “Focus,” I muttered, realizing my mind had wandered again. While I’d finished the writing I needed to get done today, I’d come up with a few ideas I wanted to try out with the witches, Lindsey in particular. The scene had been inspired by my encounter with her the previous night, and it had shocked the other writers when I’d suggested it. They hadn’t expected me to give her more lines after the insults she’d hurled at me, which surprised me since they all knew I’d heard much worse from actors on the show. Lindsey might be crazy, but she was a good actress.

  Hearing the front door open, I logged off my computer and plugged in my laptop.

  “Melina?” Trevor called out.

  “I’m in your office,” I yelled. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

  “I’m going to put the groceries away,” he told me.

  I headed into Trevor’s kitchen and found him unloading several grocery bags. I’d been surprised to discover Trevor could cook. In my experience, since most witches and warlocks could use spells to keep their weight down, they didn’t worry about what they ate. That meant many of them lived on takeout. You could get just about any type of food delivered to a witch neighborhood, making the temptation even greater. As for Trevor, I’d pictured him living the bachelor life with a fridge full of leftovers in takeout boxes. I wasn’t saying Trevor
was a master chef, but he could make simple dishes, which was fine with me. If I wanted anything fancier, I could make it myself.

  “How was work?” I asked, enjoying the oddly domestic scene.

  “Uneventful, for the most part,” he replied with a warm smile. “Were you writing exciting new scenes for Night High in my office?”

  “Nah,” I replied. “I was checking your computer to see if you’d downloaded any good porn lately.”

  Trevor looked at me, his lips twitching. “Did my porn meet your expectations?”

  “It was exactly what I expected to find on a lawyer’s computer,” I told him. “I got bored watching before the couple finished with the pre-sex contract negotiations.”

  “Are you telling me you don’t find contract negotiations sexy?” he asked, feigning shock. “There’s one with some hot litigation.”

  “If that’s your attempt to talk dirty to me, you’re failing miserably,” I replied with a grin.

  “This will never work,” he said with a regretful sigh. “Maybe we should end it now before angry words are spoken.”

  “Or, I could suck that fabulous cock of yours again,” I suggested.

  “Let’s go with that option,” he agreed with a decisive nod. “I can live without contract negotiations, but I’m not sure I could live without that talented mouth of yours.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked. “I’d think a lawyer would take contract negotiations over fellatio any day.”

  Trevor glided forward, placing his hands on my lower back and leaning down to speak close to my lips. “Then I guess I’m not a very good lawyer, because I’ll take having your sexy mouth wrapped around my dick over contracts any day of the week.”

  Reaching a hand between us, I gripped Trevor through the fabric of his dress pants. He was already hard, and I licked my lips in anticipation, which made Trevor groan in response. I loved the feeling of control I had over this man. While there were times it felt like he completely dominated me sexually, the truth was, I had him at my mercy.