“How can you be smiling at this wretched hour?” Melina grumbled, shooting me an adorably sleepy glare.
We were both on our sides, facing each other in bed, and I did my best to reposition myself so she wouldn’t notice my foul morning breath. Based on her minty breath, she’d used my mouth wash when she’d stumbled in to use the bathroom after the alarm on her phone had gone off.
“I’m not sure most people would consider nine a wretched hour. On a normal day, I’d probably already be at my office,” I pointed out. “Although, you definitely need more sleep than you got. Why’d you set the alarm?”
“I had to schedule a writer’s meeting to work on the scripts for the rest of the week,” she explained. “Lindsey couldn’t have picked a worse week to pull her disappearing act.”
“Has anyone on the show talked to her?” I asked, annoyed that Lindsey’s crazy games were causing so many problems for Melina.
“No one’s heard from her, but apparently, she was telling the other witches that the two of you were getting back together,” she replied.
“I can’t believe she’s still hung up on me,” I said. “It’s been six months, and it wasn’t that good while we were together. She was always trying to make me into the perfect warlock. She wanted me to stop talking to my friends, especially Allie, and move far away from everyone I knew. She had this crazy idea that we’d buy our own island and live there alone.”
“Hearing that makes it a little easier to believe she’s gone off the deep end where you're concerned,” Melina remarked thoughtfully. “That kind of obsession is dangerous and doesn’t go away.” Before I could respond, Melina continued. “Instead of talking about your crazy ex who is making my life a living hell this morning, why don’t you head into the bathroom and do something about your dragon breath? Then you can help improve my mood this morning.”
I flashed a wicked grin. “How much time do we have?” All sorts of ideas were running through my mind, but I wanted to know what my time constraints were.
Melina’s brow scrunched as she worked through her schedule. “I need to be showered and out the door in thirty minutes.”
I let out a frustrated groan, knowing there was no way I could do all the things I wanted to her body before she had to leave. Still, I could definitely put a smile on my witch’s face before she headed out the door.
“How about if I run my tongue all over that delectable pussy of yours until you scream my name, and then you can shower while I fix you a breakfast sandwich to eat in the car?”
“Are you offering to pleasure me?”
“Believe me, honey, the pleasure will be all mine,” I drawled.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Melina
When I raced into the kitchen after my shower, I knew I had a ridiculously pleased smile on my face, but I couldn’t help it. I’d had some great sex in my life—truly mind-blowing, toe-curling sex—but it was nothing compared to what I had with Trevor. What the man could do with his tongue was amazing. I was still holding back part of myself, but that was only to avoid hurting Trevor. I was also beginning to worry Trevor would hurt me when he realized we weren’t compatible. I knew he’d never hurt me intentionally, but it was easy to see why witches had such a hard time letting Trevor go when their relationship ended. He was the perfect boyfriend. Aside from being good in bed, he was attentive and considerate.
“I love seeing that smile on your face,” Trevor said, crossing the kitchen to pull me into his arms and kiss me until my recently sated body was throbbing with need again. Based on the way his cock pulsed against my belly, I’d say Trevor was feeling the effects of our kiss even more than I was. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine as he struggled to get his ragged breathing under control. “Please tell me you don’t have to go into the studio tonight.”
Pulling back slightly, I gave him my sweetest smile. “I suppose I could work from here if someone were to give me a good reason to stay home.”
Trevor spun me around so quickly, I didn’t have time to react when he pressed my body against one of the cabinets. His hand smacked down on my ass, only covered by the thin fabric of my dress, and I moaned. His body pressed into my back, and he leaned forward to take one of my earlobes between his teeth and give it a nip. With his mouth still close to my ear, he murmured, “Naughty witch. If you’re here when I get home from work, I promise to fuck you until your legs are too weak to stand. Then, when you think you can’t possibly come again, I’m going to make you ride my face until you come so hard you nearly black out.”
I was panting and ready to press my thighs together. As if anticipating my move, Trevor slid one thigh between my legs, holding them apart.
He nipped my earlobe again. “None of that. You’ll wait for my dick to take care of the ache between your legs because you know nothing can make it go away like I can.”
I wasn’t quite sure how to react. As I’ve mentioned, I don’t take orders well, but Trevor’s sexy game was making me so hot I couldn’t hold back my needy whimper. He was right; I only wanted him to take care of the aching need, and I was getting hotter thinking about waiting until tonight.
“I want you to do something for me, honey,” he whispered into my ear.
“What’s that?” I panted out.
“Send me texts today to tell me about how you’re squirming in your seat thinking about what I’m going to do to you tonight,” he said, and it sounded more like a plea than an order this time.
When I nodded, far too aroused to speak, Trevor moved back.
Turning, I ran my shaky hands along the skirt of my dress, as if it needed smoothing. “Are you trying to torture me?” I asked him.
“Just building anticipation for both of us,” he explained, handing me the wrapped breakfast sandwich and leaning forward to plant a chaste kiss on my cheek. “I’d better stick to a kiss on your cheek or I’ll end up fucking you right now.”
“As much as I’d like that, I really need to go, but I’m definitely going to be here when you get home,” I assured him.
Trevor’s grin was pure satisfied male. “I’m going to do everything in my power to get out of the office early today.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
Trevor
Melina was turning the tables on me in my game of seduction. It had been my own fault for asking her to send me messages to let me know how turned on she was. My mistake was in forgetting that, as a writer, Melina could describe things very well; from how achy she was to how wet her panties were. She’d even gone into great detail about fantasies of taking my cock between her lips and sucking me off. I’d never had a woman drive me this insane with lust before. Melina was a cruel woman, and I loved that about her.
By the time I walked out of the office, I was seriously wishing I’d jerked off in the shower that morning. I’d wanted to build on the sexual tension from that morning, but now the tension was combustible, and I was worried I’d go up in flames the second I saw Melina. That was why I’d called my mother on the way home. It’s hard to maintain a raging erection while listening to my mom talk about my sisters.
She’d just finished telling me how Jessa, the middle of my three sisters, was doing with her training to perform bonding ceremonies. While we were all naturally gifted with the ability, there were some rituals the Council of Witches insisted on. I couldn’t imagine anything more boring than learning council ceremonies and rituals, but my mom felt the same about my career, and she still listened to me, so I figured I owed her.
“A little birdie told me Melina Blackwood is staying at your home,” my mother remarked.
“Who told you?” I asked. Other than the people working on Night High, I wasn’t aware that anyone knew. Then again, that was probably foolish of me, considering the people on the show did have friends and family. Someone would have mentioned it. Lindsey certainly would have complained to someone about it.
“I already told you, a little birdie told me,” she replied. “I suppo
se it would be more accurate to say he told Petra, and Petra told me.”
Now, it made sense. Petra was my mother’s familiar, a Siamese cat who had always reminded me of those cats on Lady and the Tramp, complete with big butt and mischievous attitude. Petra also loved birds, as in she wanted to be friends with every feathered familiar in the world. I hadn’t even considered how gossipy familiars could be, especially birds and cats, for whatever reason.
“It’s true,” I admitted. “Melina is staying with me.”
“How is that going?” my mom asked cautiously. She’d witnessed my string of rushed relationships, and she was used to me being infatuated one minute and ready to fake my own death the next. While that last part had only happened a few times, those were my most memorable relationships for everyone.
“It’s going a lot better than I expected at this point,” I replied honestly. “I know what you’re thinking.”
“I seriously doubt that,” my mom replied with a snort.
“You think this is another relationship I jumped into too quickly. You think it’s going to end in disaster like the others because I’m not taking the time to get to know the witch first.”
My mother’s laughter came through the speakers in my car. “I was actually thinking it won’t be easy for you to convince this witch to give you a chance. I have no clue how you even got her to move in with you, but I think getting her under your roof right away was a smart move.”
“You do?” I practically gasped. My mom had complained many times about my rushed relationships.
“Absolutely,” my mother responded. “You need to have Melina with you as much as possible. Have you discussed an affinity test yet? I know it’s early in your relationship, but we both know she’s the right witch for you.”
“We do?” I asked even louder. “I know she’s the right witch for me, but I had no idea you felt that way.”
“Trevor, I’m not an idiot,” she said, sounding exasperated. “This is my area of expertise. I’d love to perform your affinity test, but I suppose your father would be a better choice. I’m afraid I’d end up crying. Tears of joy, of course. So, have you talked about it?”
This was the part I wasn’t sure my mom was going to like, but she’d asked and I wasn’t a very good liar. “We’ve talked about it,” I admitted, hoping she wouldn’t ask for details.
“Trevor Dupree,” my mom began in her no-nonsense tone, and I was grateful she hadn’t used my middle name. “How exactly did that conversation go? Something tells me you’re trying to avoid telling me.”
It never ceased to amaze me how easy it was for my mom to make me feel like a little boy who was about to get sent to his room. “I made a bet with her.”
“A bet?” my mom asked, and I could swear I detected amusement in her tone.
“She said I’d be tired of her at the end of two weeks, a month at most. I bet her I wouldn’t be. The terms are, she has to live with me during that time, and at the end, she’ll take an affinity test with me when I still want her with me.”
“What if you lose?” my mom asked.
“I won’t,” I replied with certainty.
“I think you’re right,” my mom agreed.
“Don’t tell anyone about this,” I told my mom. “It’s not exactly a secret, but Melina’s had a lot of stress at work, and she doesn’t need to deal with witch gossip.”
“Of course,” my mom agreed. “I’ll only tell your father.”
That wasn’t a surprise since I knew my parents told each other everything.
“I’m pulling into the garage, so I’ll talk to you later, Mom,” I said.
“I love you, sweetie,” my mom said.
“I love you, too, Mom,” I replied. “I’ll call you soon.”
“Take care of your witch,” my mom added before ending the call.
As I parked my car, I chuckled to myself. I had every intention of taking very good care of my witch tonight.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Melina
Teasing Trevor all day had been more fun than I would have expected. I was definitely teasing myself, too, but that was also more fun than I’d expected. I’d never been one for delayed gratification, and I’d seriously been tempted to spend some quality time with Trevor’s rotating shower head as soon as I’d walked in the door after my writers’ meeting. I’d been on my way to the bathroom to do just that when my phone had buzzed with a text from Trevor, reminding me of his plans to make me come when he got home. That message had me squirming and imagining Trevor sliding into my body. Suddenly, the rotating shower head hadn’t sounded as appealing. I needed Trevor inside of me. I wanted Trevor doing all the shamelessly wicked things he’d promised, so I’d spent a very long six hours waiting for Trevor to walk in the front door. I’d even called my mom to discuss my sister’s baby shower in an attempt to distract myself. It had worked for a short time, but I’d been back to achingly aroused shortly after hanging up.
When Trevor’s car pulled into the garage, my breathing became shallower, and my heart pounded against my rib cage. How was it possible to be this excited and still be a little nervous at the same time? Knowing this would be an intense evening, I’d added some extra warded jewelry, including earrings and a bracelet. I’d still feel better if Trevor had a dampening spell on his home, but I didn’t know many witches who would be willing to live without the aid of spells.
“Melina!” Trevor called out when he walked into the house.
“I’m in the living room,” I called back. I was sitting on the sofa, wearing the same dress I’d had on earlier, but I’d removed the bra and panties for obvious reasons. I was doing my best to look casual, pretending to read a book on my tablet.
When Trevor entered the room, he was already shirtless and shoeless, obviously having started stripping as soon as he walked into the house. I sucked in a sharp breath, seeing him standing there with a fierce look on his face.
“Am I interrupting something important?” he asked, and my eyes shifted to his hands as they undid the buckle on his belt.
“I was doing a little reading.” While I’d been trying for a casual tone, my voice was trembling from the force of my lust.
“Come over here,” Trevor ordered, as he slid his pants down and kicked out of them, leaving him in only his boxers which were tented by his erection.
“I can’t,” I admitted. “I’m so turned on, I can’t remember how to walk.”
Trevor groaned and then his eyes landed on the condom on the table. “Clever witch,” he praised me. “How would you like me to fuck you against the wall in this room?”
“Oh, Goddess,” I whimpered. “Please, fuck me now. I don’t care how or where, just put your dick inside of me before I die.”
The guttural growl that came from the back of Trevor’s throat was raw and animalistic. He quickly stalked toward me and lifted me to my feet before stripping my dress over my head and then allowing his eyes to travel down my body. “No bra or panties? You definitely deserve more than a quick fuck against my wall for this.”
“Yes, and you can give me that later,” I insisted, tugging his boxers down and gripping his thick cock. “I’ve had hours of foreplay and teasing. Fuck me, now.”
“Anything for my witch,” he agreed, snatching the condom off the table and tearing it open before sliding it down his rigid shaft. He lifted me, and I immediately wrapped my legs around his hips as his lips claimed mine. Our tongues met in an almost violent kiss as my hands gripped Trevor’s shoulders. We each poured all of our pent up sexual tension from the day into that kiss while I rocked against Trevor, dying to get him inside of me. Trevor walked until I felt the cool textured wall against my bare back.
He broke the kiss, just long enough to give one order. “Position my dick, so I can slide into you.”
As soon as I had the head of Trevor’s cock positioned at my entrance, his mouth was back on mine as he slid into my body. His kiss was surprisingly gentle as he stretched my body. No matt
er how ready I was, Trevor was big, not that I minded.
After taking his time sliding every wonderful inch of his dick into my body, Trevor broke our kiss and stared into my eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, the utter awe in his voice making me suck in a sharp breath. I’d never had any man make me feel as beautiful as Trevor did. He wasn’t saying it to get anything from me, and I knew he meant it. A wave of emotion hit me, but I fought it back. I would not lose complete control.
“You feel incredible inside of me,” I told him, both to get the topic on sex and because it was true.
“Inside of you is my favorite place to be,” he said and groaned when I tightened around him.
Finally, Trevor began moving inside of me, and I practically screamed, it felt so good. The anticipation had definitely made everything more intense. I already felt small spasms, as if I were having a series of mini-orgasms. Every nerve ending in my body seemed focused on pleasure. His chest hairs rubbed against my nipples as he pressed me against the wall, making my nipples hard and sending lust coursing through my body. His hands gripped my ass tightly as he ground his pelvis against mine, maximizing the pressure on my clit. I was wound so tightly that I soon found myself screaming and clawing at Trevor’s bare shoulders.
“Fucking perfect,” Trevor ground out as he fucked me so hard, I was on the verge of coming a second time.
When my second orgasm crashed into my body, Trevor shouted my name as he came hard, his dick twitching.
After our breathing settled, Trevor slid out of me and steadied me on my feet before removing the condom and tossing it in the trash by the sofa.
“That was incredible,” I said in awe.
Trevor’s lips curled into a slow sexy grin. “Do you honestly think I’m done with you?”
“Goddess, I hope not,” I admitted with a shaky laugh.
“Get your sexy ass onto my bed,” Trevor told me.
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