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I grinned. "Maybe."
I peeled off his briefs and slid one hot hand under his balls, caressing them as I stroked his shaft with the other. He arched back, moaning. I continued, measuring his breathing until I heard just the right tempo, then stopped, still holding him tight.
"Do I win?" I asked.
"Yes. God, yes." He paused, then pulled free of my grasp, eyes flying open. "No."
"Changed your mind?" I said with a grin. "That's okay. You're right. Maybe it isn't such a good idea." I started backing off him. "We should keep this professional. After all--"
He lunged for me, knocking me onto my back and stretching over me.
"I meant 'no' as in I don't concede defeat. Not yet."
He kicked off his briefs, then grabbed me by the hips. We rolled, entangling ourselves in the linen. The soft sheets and clean scent of lemon engulfed us. As we kissed, I felt Cortez's lips move and opened my eyes to see his hand arc above us. A low thrumming drowned out the radio, then a fog of purple and blue light rose from the floor.
"Tell me that isn't the koyut," I murmured against his mouth.
He chuckled and slid his fingers between my thighs, teasing. I arched back and closed my eyes. When I opened them, the fog was wafting toward us. It touched my arm first, sending a tingle of energy through it. I gasped. Cortez chuckled again and pushed his fingers into me. The fog wrapped around us. Every hair on my body rose and I pressed my head into the sheets, luxuriating in the sensation.
"That is--" I gasped after a few minutes. "You have to teach me that."
He smiled, pulled out his fingers, and slid on top of me. "I'll teach you anything you want."
CHAPTER 39
GOOD MORNING
Afterward, I disentangled myself from the sheets and his arms, and got to my feet. He lifted his head and frowned.
"Wait," I said.
I went to the cold cellar and grabbed a bottle of wine. When I returned, Cortez was still wrapped in the clean sheets, watching me.
"Good?" I said, holding out the bottle.
"Hmmm?" He blinked, then looked at the bottle. "Oh, yes. Wine. Good. Great."
I laughed. "I suppose I'd be insulted if it was the wine you were staring at."
He grinned then, a slow lazy grin that did something to my insides.
"Guess I'm still in shock," he said.
"Don't tell me I'm the first damsel in distress who's ever seduced you."
"I can say, with absolute certainty, that you are the first woman who has ever even tried to seduce me, on or off a case." He reached for the bottle. "Do you need a corkscrew for that?"
"Of course not. I'm a witch."
I said a few words and the cork flew out.
"I don't suppose you know how to conjure glasses," I said.
"Sorry."
"The kitchen's so far away. Do we need glasses?"
"Absolutely not."
