My breath quickens as the orgasm builds inside of me, and he pushes his cock inside right as I come. He moans as my pussy tightens around his cock, and he doesn’t stop rubbing me as he thrusts in and out, building another orgasm right on top of the first. Moaning loudly, I come for the second time. He pushes his cock in deep, holding it there as my body shudders with pleasure.
But he doesn’t stop there. Gently pulling out, he turns me around and lowers us both to the floor. He lies on the rug in front of the little counter and guides me over top. My body is still humming with pleasure, heart racing and little specks dotting my vision. I clumsily get on top of him, needing his strong arms for support. I wrap my fingers around his cock and sink down onto it, pitching forward as I fuck him hard and fast.
Knowing I’m overly sensitive at this point, he gently presses his fingers over my clit, letting my own movements be enough to make me come one more time. This time, my whole body tenses and I fall forward, catching myself and digging my nails into his chest. Lucas angles his hips up, thrusting deep inside once more before he comes as well.
Panting, I hold myself on him, wanting to roll over and lie down. There’s not much room in in the butler’s pantry, though, so I rest against Lucas the best I can.
“That was fun,” I breathe. “Only you can get me turned on in the blink of an eye like that.”
“It’s one of my many skills,” he replies, running his fingers up and down my thighs. We stay like that for another few minutes, enjoying the post-sex company of each other, and then we go upstairs so I can get in the shower and clean myself up.
“You should see if your friends want to meet you for lunch,” he tells me as he puts on lingerie—aka a pair of gray sweatpants with nothing on underneath. “I have work to do today and will be in the office for hours.”
Lucas can be crazy possessive and jealous, but he never keeps me away from my friends, and we both know the importance of spending time apart. Though lately, with all the shit going on, he’s been reluctant for me to go out on my own out of fear that something could happen without him being there to defend me.
We’re in the calm before the storm, and Lucas knows it. I should go out with friends now, rest and relax and enjoy life before Thorne Hill becomes the backdrop for a zombie-apocalypse movie.
“Mexican does sound wonderful right now. I think I’ll even get a virgin margarita.” I run a brush through my messy hair, needing to get the tangles out before I can use magic to add curls and volume. Seriously, I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t style my hair with magic. I suck at doing my hair on my own.
I get dressed in a long-sleeved black shirt and leggings, put on mascara, and curl my hair as I walk downstairs. Lucas is in his office, talking to someone on the phone. He’s speaking what I think is German, and I pause, thinking back to when he told me he wasn’t allowed to be taught to read or write as a human and made it his mission to learn as many languages as possible once he became immortal. Would I have the same drive if I lived forever? Not having the time wouldn’t be an excuse anymore.
Seeing me in the doorway, Lucas speeds over and kisses me goodbye. Binx shadows into my Jeep with me, and I make it onto the street before remembering that I didn’t grab my cloth grocery bags. Every time I unload groceries, I say I’m going to put the bags back in my Jeep. And every time, I forget.
“Someday,” I say to Binx, who kindly doesn’t scoff at me, because we both know I’m not going to remember today, either.
Kristy, Betty, and Danielle are working today, and the store is nice and busy. I close my eyes as soon as I walk in, inhaling deeply and relishing the smell of books. I hang around the register, talking with regular customers who I haven’t seen in a while. When we hit that before-lunch lull, Betty goes live on Instagram, taking followers around the store and introducing us. It’s perfect that Binx is here, and my other familiars are going to be jealous they missed the chance to soak up any sort of attention, even if it’s in the form of comments on the internet.
I end up ordering lunch and bringing it to the store so we can keep chatting while we eat. Kristy catches me in the back when I’m cleaning up.