Chapter 26
26
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“ T hey did this on purpose,” Ava grumbles as she drops her pen and shakes out her hand.
We’re in my office, individually addressing the invitations for the masquerade ball. Per the coven council each invitation has to be inked with a spell that will immediately submit an RSVP. Every member of the coven is required to attend. Which is why we have to include a spell in each invitation. If a witch decides to skip the masquerade, their name will appear on a list that the coven council has and they will be punished appropriately.
I’m not sure what’s considered an appropriate punishment for skipping a party, but that’s not my business.
“We’ve only got”—I pause and flip through the list of names—“a couple hundred more to do.”
“This is going to take forever.” Ava straightens, stretching her hands over her head with a groan.
My eyes are drawn to her chest, where just last night I had my face buried. Ever since the night of the new moon ceremony, things have been going well. We’ve been doing the whole friends-with-benefits thing. Making sure not to blur the lines. It’s been good. No, great.
I’m waiting for disaster to strike at any moment.
When I’m with Ava, I laugh. She makes me smile and feel lighter. Even after spending all day together, I find myself counting down the hours before I can reach out and talk to her again. It’s probably just because the sex is incredible, and I haven’t gotten laid in longer than I can remember. That’s the only reason why we keep coming together. I haven’t spent the night at her place, and she hasn’t spent the night at mine. We’re keeping the lines between friendship and fucking very clear.
Ava has ditched her dumpy body-concealing clothing when she’s around me. The T-shirt she’s wearing today does nothing to hide her full breasts.
“I don’t think you’re going to find the invitation list there,” Ava snarks as she points back-and-forth between her tits.
I toss aside my pen and crawl across the couch. Ava giggles as I pin her body down with mine. Tugging up her shirt, I stick my face in her cleavage.
“Let me check.” I pull down the cup of her bra and drag my teeth across the skin of her breast. Her breath hitches when I suck on her nipple. I release it with a pop. “Nope not there, but I’d better check this one, too.” I move across to her other breast and thoroughly examine that one with my mouth.
“Nothing there.”
“Bad luck,” Ava says breathlessly. “Maybe down there.” She points to her pants, and we both chuckle.
My phone moans from the table. Ava's eyes go wide. She slams her mouth shut, but her laughter puffs out in tiny gusts of air from her nose.
“Do you need to get that?” Ava asks when my phone moans again.
“No.” I’ve changed my ringer twice now, and yet it keeps switching back. I push my hand up under her skirt and press my fingers between her thighs. Ava moans and I stop. Sliding my fingers into her panties, I find her wet and ready for me. She moans again and I pull back my head to stare down at her.
“You made your moan my ringer?”
Ava’s limp body turns rigid. “What? No? What are you talking about?” Her eyes are all over the place. Everywhere except for me.
I drop my head to her ear, nipping at the lobe before whispering, “What were you thinking about when you recorded the sound?” I unbuckle my belt and undo the fly on my pants.
“Nothing. Because it wasn’t me.” Ava shivers as I suck on a patch of skin on her neck.
I push her panties aside and press the tip of my cock against her entrance. She arches, but I pull back just enough to keep from sliding into her. We’re both breathing hard.
“Did you know every time that damn phone goes off, I get hard?”
“Sounds like a real problem.” Ava lifts her hips, but I flatten a hand over her stomach, holding her down. “Damn you, fuck me.”
“Tell me what you were thinking about when you made that recording.” I push in an inch, but quickly pull back. As I brush my finger over her clit, I don’t linger.
“Ugh, you’re an asshole.” Ava slides her hand down her stomach, heading for her panties, but I grab it and hold it over her head. The movement has me sliding deeper inside her and we both groan. The level of dedication I have to not moving could be studied, but I stay there, waiting her out.
“Fine. Yes. It’s me. I thought about you fucking me until I was screaming your name. Can we make that happen, please?”
Laughter bubbles up in my chest, and I slip deeper inside her. Ava’s laughing too, and then we’re both groaning.
“I was at the grocery store yesterday when that damn ringer went off.”
Ava slides her free hand under my shirt and pinches my nipple. “Serves you right for all those hairy man chest pictures I’ve been getting.”
I rock my hips, my grin falling off my face as the pleasure rips away any thoughts from my mind. She’s so wet and so damn warm. She meets my thrusts and squeezes my cock with her inner muscles, and I nearly come right then. My hold returns to her hips and Ava’s hands dive into my hair. I drive into her pussy again and again until my name tears through her lips. Ava clenches around me, and I’m pretty sure I’m ruined for the rest of my life.
My orgasm rips through me, goosebumps breaking out over my skin. Arms shaking, I drop down on top of her, limp and not ready to move off her just yet. Ava runs her fingers through my hair, and I press a kiss to her shoulder.
I’m fine. I’ve got things completely under control.