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patched up by Damon, would you want him out here beating himself up?”
    “I guess not,” Ben admitted reluctantly.
    “I’m not saying you should feel blasé about this. Your
friend has been hurt. That’s something to get upset over. But instead of
getting angry or upset with yourself, you should channel that into being pissed
off with the wizard who is responsible for this,” she pointed out. “We should
focus on Tracking him down and finding out either who hired him, or how he’s
connected to these powerful people.”
    “You’re right,” Ben agreed. “I know you’re right. Thank you.”
    She grinned at him, pleased to see some of the fire return
to his eyes. Ben reached out and cupped her jaw. He closed the distance between
them and kissed her hungrily. Passion exploded, the always-present arousal she
felt for this wizard flaring up as the simple gesture sparked her need.
    Lifting her leg, she straddled Ben on the couch, sitting in
his lap while they continued to kiss hungrily. Reaching a hand between them,
she stroked his thick, hard shaft through the denim of his jeans.
    “Circe,” he moaned. “I just can’t get enough of you, Layla.
I feel like a randy teenager all over again.”
    “Well, this situation resembles that of a randy teen,” she
teased with a playful laugh. She nipped a quick kiss to his lips and stroked
him harder through his pants. “After all, there are adults in the next room
just down the hall so we have to be quiet. We’ve been given a minimum of
privacy on the couch in the living room. It sure screams horny teenager to me.”
    Ben chuckled, but Layla had an idea forming in her wicked
brain. Scooting back, she inserted her thigh between Ben’s legs, pried his
knees apart and slowly ran her body down his as she lowered her knees to the
floor. Making certain her breasts pressed against every inch of his chest as
she made her way down, she strung kisses on the small sections of skin his clothes
exposed—his neck, his collarbone—until she paused to unfasten the fly of his
jeans.
    Dipping her hands inside his pants, she pulled his shaft
free. His head was already slickly coated in clear, moist pre-cum. She licked
her tongue over his head, circling around him to gather every drop of the
luscious fluid.
    “Wait, babe, what are you— Circe ,” he groaned. She
sucked his cock deeply into her mouth until his plump head butted against the
back of her neck. Relaxing her muscles, she swallowed around him, taking him as
deeply into her throat as possible.
    Bobbing her head up and down, she flicked her tongue along
the sensitive skin of his shaft, stimulating every nerve along the way. Ben
moaned at her actions, both hands fisting in her head as he cradled her scalp
in his large palms.
    “Oh, babe. Fuck. Yeah, just like that,” he murmured. Layla
lifted her eyes as he fucked her throat deeply. She watched each expression
cross his face, relished the pleasure she could bring to him.
    “Careful. Oh babe, I’m so close.” His breath hitched and a
look of painful rapture flitted over his face. His eyes screwed shut, his back
and neck arched as he pulled her head farther down so he could fuck her in
earnest.
    Feeling the trembling in his cock, she stroked her fingers
over the thin, sensitive skin of his balls. As she’d hoped, the extra
stimulation helped nudge him over the edge. Warm seed erupted from his head.
Breathing steadily, she swallowed the salty cum down as he thrust into her
mouth with hard jerks of his hips.
    As she pressed her tongue against his length, she stroked
him, his shudders evident as she caressed his cock. Swallowing convulsively,
she hummed in satisfaction as he emptied his essence into her. Tiny sparks from
his fingertips vibrated against her skin as he massaged her head.
    Slowly he came down from his peak. Sighing with bliss, he
collapsed, boneless, back into the soft cushions of the couch. Feeling
justifiably smug to her own mind, she bobbed her head a few times,