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looked offended.
“Shit. This is shit and you’re full of it.” Middy rolled her eyes.
“I swear on my magick that I am a spy for High Chancellor Godrickle.”
Middy didn’t know if she should scoff some more or be very afraid because he was delusional. Dred was obviously insane; there was no other way to explain it. Perhaps from the guilt he felt over Shale Creek?
It was then that another vehicle slammed into the rear of the limo and the force sent Middy hurtling through the space between them and she found herself straddling the deliciously hot and unfortunately insane warlock across from her.
It really couldn’t have been more horrible and perfect all at once if she’d planned it. She was mortified because his hand just happened to catch her bare ass. She was surprised she had enough blood left in the upper regions of her body to color her cheeks.
But she didn’t think that he was wearing anything underneath those breeches either. He must have liked what he’d found because his cock was hard and if not for that thin material between them, it would have been inside of her.
That would have been just her luck, too, to go flying through the air and land impaled on the most notorious dick in the magickal world—to lose her virginity to a fender-bender.
“All right back there, Sir?” The chauffeur’s voice echoed through the speaker, though it did nothing to cut the tension.
“I think we’re just fine,” he said, his gray eyes now like mercury, liquid with lust.
“It will be a moment while I exchange information with the mortal, Sir.”
“We’ve got everything in hand.” Dred splayed his hands wider on the flesh that had been unceremoniously shoved into them to punctuate his meaning.
Middy didn’t know what to do.
It felt so naughty to feel her bare skin against his clothes and to know that he was just as hot for her. He shifted and the friction sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She wanted to rock her hips against him and demand he continue.
On the other hand, she wanted to run screaming from the limo because he thought that he was a spy. His elevator clearly stopped a few floors from the top. Right now, all she could think about was what was stopped at the juncture of his thighs.
Of all the things that she would have expected him to do, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tighter against him was last on the list. He didn’t taunt her or use her desire like a weapon; he seemed just as driven as she was.
Dred didn’t look away from her, didn’t close his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing and watched her face with expectation as he moved against her. She wanted to look away, to bury her face in his shoulder, or even close her eyes, but his gaze held her.
Middy dared to push back and damn if she didn’t just want to yell, “Take me now.” How did a witch ask a warlock to plow her like a cornfield? Especially if that warlock was crazier than a shithouse rat? She wondered, as she rolled her hips, if this was the conundrum that warlocks faced.
There were some crazy witches out there who plucked bristles from brooms and hexed bodily functions. . . .
Anything that felt this good had to be worth it though.
She didn’t think she wanted to be on top when it happened.
She was sexually active only with herself and wasn’t sure if that irritating little veil of flesh was still there or not, but she’d heard that losing her virginity could hurt like hell.
She wanted him to kiss her, but he was still intent on her face.
That’s when she realized that technically, nothing had happened that they couldn’t back away from. He obviously wanted her, but right now all they were dealing with was her naked muffin against his very hard cock.
She was a modern witch; she could make the first inten-tional move. Flying across a seat from the inertia of a horny Jeep with an eye for a sleek limo’s rear end couldn’t be con-strued as the first move. Not really. Middy pushed a
“Shit. This is shit and you’re full of it.” Middy rolled her eyes.
“I swear on my magick that I am a spy for High Chancellor Godrickle.”
Middy didn’t know if she should scoff some more or be very afraid because he was delusional. Dred was obviously insane; there was no other way to explain it. Perhaps from the guilt he felt over Shale Creek?
It was then that another vehicle slammed into the rear of the limo and the force sent Middy hurtling through the space between them and she found herself straddling the deliciously hot and unfortunately insane warlock across from her.
It really couldn’t have been more horrible and perfect all at once if she’d planned it. She was mortified because his hand just happened to catch her bare ass. She was surprised she had enough blood left in the upper regions of her body to color her cheeks.
But she didn’t think that he was wearing anything underneath those breeches either. He must have liked what he’d found because his cock was hard and if not for that thin material between them, it would have been inside of her.
That would have been just her luck, too, to go flying through the air and land impaled on the most notorious dick in the magickal world—to lose her virginity to a fender-bender.
“All right back there, Sir?” The chauffeur’s voice echoed through the speaker, though it did nothing to cut the tension.
“I think we’re just fine,” he said, his gray eyes now like mercury, liquid with lust.
“It will be a moment while I exchange information with the mortal, Sir.”
“We’ve got everything in hand.” Dred splayed his hands wider on the flesh that had been unceremoniously shoved into them to punctuate his meaning.
Middy didn’t know what to do.
It felt so naughty to feel her bare skin against his clothes and to know that he was just as hot for her. He shifted and the friction sent a jolt of pleasure through her. She wanted to rock her hips against him and demand he continue.
On the other hand, she wanted to run screaming from the limo because he thought that he was a spy. His elevator clearly stopped a few floors from the top. Right now, all she could think about was what was stopped at the juncture of his thighs.
Of all the things that she would have expected him to do, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tighter against him was last on the list. He didn’t taunt her or use her desire like a weapon; he seemed just as driven as she was.
Dred didn’t look away from her, didn’t close his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing and watched her face with expectation as he moved against her. She wanted to look away, to bury her face in his shoulder, or even close her eyes, but his gaze held her.
Middy dared to push back and damn if she didn’t just want to yell, “Take me now.” How did a witch ask a warlock to plow her like a cornfield? Especially if that warlock was crazier than a shithouse rat? She wondered, as she rolled her hips, if this was the conundrum that warlocks faced.
There were some crazy witches out there who plucked bristles from brooms and hexed bodily functions. . . .
Anything that felt this good had to be worth it though.
She didn’t think she wanted to be on top when it happened.
She was sexually active only with herself and wasn’t sure if that irritating little veil of flesh was still there or not, but she’d heard that losing her virginity could hurt like hell.
She wanted him to kiss her, but he was still intent on her face.
That’s when she realized that technically, nothing had happened that they couldn’t back away from. He obviously wanted her, but right now all they were dealing with was her naked muffin against his very hard cock.
She was a modern witch; she could make the first inten-tional move. Flying across a seat from the inertia of a horny Jeep with an eye for a sleek limo’s rear end couldn’t be con-strued as the first move. Not really. Middy pushed a
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