Page 63 of Hexed Up

“Such a sweet little nub,” he moans against me and I wonder how a man in finance who looks so darn respectable can possesssuch a dirty mouth, a dirty mouth that’s now doing filthy, smutty, downright wicked things to me.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that Horatio Shaw seems to be as talented at cunnilingus as he is at cooking, making money, and looking good. In fact, and I’m not just saying this because I’m seconds a way from an earth-shattering orgasm, this is the best I’ve had. He licks me, he tastes me, he flicks me, he lathers me. He’s tipping me close to the edge one moment, dragging me away the next. He’s fast, then slow. He’s delicate, then relentless. My head’s in a spin, my heart frantic and when finally he sucks me up into his mouth, I understand what it means to fall apart completely. The world vanishes for one long sweet moment, every nerve in my body buzzing with delight and I feel like I don’t weigh a thing, like I’m floating in nothing but bliss.

The waves keep coming and coming as he licks at me and pumps his thumb and then, when it’s almost over, he slides his digit from me and stuffs his tongue right up inside me, taking all of me into his mouth and French-kissing me into submission.

I fall back against the table tennis table, boneless, covered in a fine layer of sweat, and destroyed.

He stumbles to his feet, staring down at me with sparkling eyes. My mess is smeared all over his face and he licks his lips.

“Does that always happen when you come?” he asks with a smirk.

“Does what happen?” I ask. Did I squirt? I’ve never squirted before but that was the most intense orgasm of my life so maybe I did without realising.

“The little magic display.”

I blink up at him, my limbs are heavy, my vision a little blurred. “What magic display?”

“Like fireworks,” he says.

“What?!” I say. Despite my beleaguered state, I snap up to sit. “That’s … never happened before. Are you serious?”

He nods with one of his self-satisfied grins, clearly proud of himself (which, given the circumstances, is warranted) and I squeak in horror, jumping down from the table and attempt to yank down my dress.

But I don’t get any further in making myself look respectable because, in the next moment, there’s a very loudpop!

Chapter Nineteen

I slam my eyes shut in embarrassment, pleading with all the gods out there that the Magical Authority Officer who has just transported into the basement with us is not my eldest sister.

Again.

“Good evening?” a slightly bewildered voice says. One that isn’t my sister’s.

I exhale in relief and open my eyes. The woman standing in front of us in an ill-fitting suit, her badge pinned to her lapel, is young, obviously a new recruit – which makes sense for the night shift.

“Hi,” I say as Horatio runs his fingers through his dishevelled hair and swings his gaze from the new intruder to me and back again.

“Who is this?” he asks.

“I’m Magical Enforcement Officer Gertrude Merriweather,” the girl says, standing up straighter and tugging on her jacket. “We registered a sudden and large explosion of magic in the vicinity that I’m here to investigate.”

Horatio’s gaze swings back to me and his eyes narrow. “Did you cheat at table tennis?”

“No!” I say, slightly outraged at the accusation. “I think it was the …” My already flushed cheeks turn a little pinker.

“The …” Gertrude prompts.

“Sexual activity,” I murmur.

“She came,” Horatio says, that proud grin returning to his face. “Pretty spectacularly.”

Gertrude’s face turns as pink as mine must be. “Oh,” she says, writing something down on her notepad. Then she pauses mid-scribble, tilting her head to one side and crossing her arms over her chest. “Here?” she says with suspicion. “In this games room?” She obviously finds that an unlikely explanation.

“On the table tennis table,” Horatio says helpfully, “I ate her out.”

I bury my face in my hands in mortification.

Gertrude hums and I hear her pen working across her notepad again.