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“Nope got nothing.”
I narrow my eyes at him and lean into his space, our foreheads nearly touching.
“Please tell me. He’s shutting me out. I’m losing him,” I say softly, and Magnus frowns.
“You looking sad is…well, it’s depressing,” he mutters and then presses a hand to my knee and squeezes. “He loves you, you know. The way he looks at you. He’s never looked at anyone like that in the four years I’ve known him.”
I swallow thickly and shake my head, “It’s not love. It’s casual. For him, at least it is.”
Magnus looks despondent at that and squeezes my knee again.
“Trust me…” he begins and then freezes when a shadow moves across us.
“Oh, bother,” Magnus says and removes his hand from my leg. “Hi, Whit,” he says weakly.
Whit eyes Magnus, his eyes spitting fire, and Magnus shoots up from his seat, gesturing toward the food table. “Food’s getting cold. Gonna go get something to eat. Bye!”
He disappears into the crowd, and I raise my eyebrows at Whit, who's frowning at me, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Hey,” I say, leaning back and spreading my legs in front of me. “You’re late.”
Whit ignores my comment about his tardiness and says, “Why is it when I leave you alone with Magnus, I always end up finding you two touching.”
“He’s touchable,” I say. “Like a bunny or a hamster. He’s very tiny.”
Whit scowls at me, and I smirk at him. “You were literally in his ass for over a year, and you don’t see me getting jealous when you spend time with him. Which is often, by the way, but heaven forbid he touches my knee.”
Whit’s eyes are so narrow now that I can barely even see the brown of his eyes.
Enough of this shit. I reach forward and pull him onto my lap and then smash my lips to his. He tries to fight it, to push away, but ends up relenting a moment later. Opening up to me, surrendering in his own way.
I tilt my head to get a better angle and lick into his mouth, our tongues tangling obscenely for a few minutes until we hear jeering from the crowd.
“Ew, keep that PDA locked up!” someone shouts, and I pull my mouth away from Whit and glance over to a group of people shooting us looks, some amused, some annoyed.
“Don’t be jealous that I have the hottest piece of ass here,” I respond loudly, and Whit’s ears burn.
I laugh and press a kiss to his temple and then whisper in his ear, “There’s nothing to be jealous of. Can’t get enough of you. They all know this.”
And isn’t that true? I’m a sex maniac when it comes to Whit. I love how he dominates during sex, how he takes control. Even when I’m the one on top, he still manages to dominate.
“By the way, my ass still hurts. Think I saw a handprint on my left cheek,” I say, and Whit shifts on my lap and brushes his thumb over my bottom lip before pressing it into my mouth.
I suck on it a moment and then bite down softly. He sucks in a deep breath and then pops it out.
“Shouldn’t have been such a smart ass then,” Whit responds, and I roll my eyes.
He’d given me the spanking of a lifetime earlier today, and my ass is still red from it. Chaffed like a motherfucker when I pulled my pants on.
“Worth it. I’d do it again if it gets you to do that thing with your tongue again.”
Whit huffs and then moves to stand, but I pull him into me, holding him tightly.
“Not yet.”
He shifts on my lap and then relaxes into me.
“You’ve been distant,” I say softly into his ear.
