Page 107 of Not Your Ex's Hexes
“And you’re not the type?”
“Nah. I much prefer overseeing the situation myself with a more hands-on approach.” She brushed her mouth against his in a soft caress. “And this is me handling it… and asking you to handle me.”
Rose half-expected Damian to pull away. To put distance between them like he’d done for the past week. The thought of it left an ache in her chest that nearly hurt worse than that stupid Gryndor talon.
She cared for him far beyond their fuck-buddy arrangement.
Callie had been right. Sometimes temporary things develop roots, and suddenly, Rose wasn’t sure she wasn’t also in breach of the no-attachments clause in their FBA. She’d become a romance cliché, vowing no strings and yet getting caught up in an elaborate Supernatural marionette show.
Damian needed to tell Rose their arrangement was null and void. It was the smart thing to do, and he’d practiced the speech to his reflection the previous night, but now that she sat in front of him, his hands on her skin and her sweet vanilla scent in his nose?
He couldn’t do it.
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.Norestrictions.” 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 gaspingohof 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.
