Or we weretryingto drink champagne.Somebodykept hogging it all.
"Rob,you’rethe one drinking most of it."
"Because you’re cheating!"
The bubbles fizzed on my tongue, and I really tasted the money, but then after each sip there he was, licking into my mouth and drinking up the champagne instead of just getting his own glass.
I gave up on using a glass and plucked up the bottle, throwing up a hand to keep him back.
“You know what’s really a shame?” I said to be an asshole. “I can’t go pick up any incubus until this shit ends.” The spell prevented me from entering their clubs.
Orion did not take the bait. "No club would have you as a member anyway."
"Rude."
"It’s true."
"Duh. That’s what makes it rude."
"Admittedly,” Orion said, “it would be their loss."
The giant mouthful of champagne I’d been able to take without his interference got stuck in my throat.
"Uh, what was that?” I wheezed once I regained the ability to talk and breathe. “It sounded like you said something about how I’m super sexy and skilled.”
"Oh really?" He wondered, unable to completely hide a smile.
"Or at least I’m not irredeemable and worthless."
He arched an eyebrow. "I’ve never said you were irredeemable. "
"Only worthless then?"
Orion caught me instead of answering and we tumbled to the bed. Totally fine with being caught since the champagne portion of the evening ended and we moved onto the victory sex.
Lust and sexual tension were key ingredients in this brand of magic. Every dance, every loaded look, and every spell at every club was basically one drawn out round of foreplay, all building to the moment when we were alone and could finally act on everything brewing between us all night.
The sheets on the bed glided against my skin, so soft. And robes? Robes were freaking awesome. Orion ripped off the tie on mine and got me naked so easily.
Round one was over and done almost as soon as it began. Skin on skin, him inside me, we were both ready to blow at the beginning. Too high on magic and all the energy in that club and the thrill of success.
Not that it mattered much. No way we were stopping at round one.
But Orion got up immediately. “Don’t fret, I’m not nearly done with you yet. Let’s refuel before we go further.” He went looking for the room service menu.
The incubus was all demanding and hard lines. He acted with smooth confidence and purpose, rarely cracking a smile or stopping to take a rest. That was Orion Lennox as a man.
He was different when feeding. Even if he only did casual and never spent too long with the same person, he still understood that the best results weren’t from incubus pheromones or magic. You needed the basics too: to get the best meal, you gotta take care of whoever’s giving it to you.
Which meant a gigantic tip to whoever delivered all our food, and with me, well, I knew what was gonna happen here. He was gonna cut up my bacon cheeseburger and feed me bites. Then he’d pet my hair and tell me how awesome we did tonight and lick more champagne from my lips.
It sounded great, but we ran a magical marathon tonight. If we slowed for too long or stopped, I was gonna crash hard. And I wasn’t ready to end our fun yet.
To get the next round right now, no waiting, I needed to provide the right incentive.
When he returned to the bed from placing our order and temporarily removing the do not disturb sign from the door, I was in the middle of the rented king bed on my hands and knees with my smooth back and inviting ass on full display to let him know exactly what should happen next.
His even footsteps stuttered, and I heard the sharp intake of breath as he found me. Then he nearly knocked me over as he climbed up on the bed in a rush.
