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“Hold on tight,” I tell her, gripping her ass with my other hand. “I know how shaky you can get when you come.”
Her nipples rub against my chest as I start to work my fingers over the right place, slowly and steadily driving her toward another climax.
“Just don’t edge me this time,” she breathes out. “I don’t think I can handle more of that.”
“I won’t,” I promise, but only because I haven’t found a way to do that when it’s not her clit I’m playing with. I’m sure I’ll figure it out once I’ve spent more time touching her like this.
Then, she’ll have two reasons to curse my name when I’m able to tease her all night with both.
“Oh, Goddess,” she whispers, resting her head against my shoulder.
Her breathing hitches, and I’m ready to slow down, sure she’s already coming.
Then she tilts her head back and cries out, her pussy squeezing my fingers tight.
I keep her close as I slip my fingers out of her contracting slit.
She mumbles incoherently, her eyes heavy-lidded as she looks back at me through the warm downpour above. She takes in a breath and shakes her head.
“Make me come once more and I might pass out,” she warns me.
I smile. “I’ll take my chances.”
Chapter Nineteen
Cheryl
Oscarcarriesmeintothe changing room and sets me down on a towel that’s been laid out on a backless bench in the middle of the room. I sit up and spell my wet hair dry, knowing it would be a pain otherwise. The room is fairly typical of a gym changing room, except it’s smaller and there are storage cupboards, shelves and racks instead of lockers. There are two benches, and a couple of sinks on the left wall, as well as a pair of toilets with those annoying half-doors they sometimes use in restaurants.
Oscar comes back from turning all the showers off, and he double-takes at me.
“How long was I just gone?” he asks, wearing a cute little frown as he stares at my head.
Oh, right! “I might have spelled my hair dry,” I tell him. “Nothing else is dry, don’t worry.”
“You can do that with magic?” he asks, coming in close and touching it.
“I can,” I tell him, reaching out to run my hands over his hair to show him. The spell takes a fraction of a second. It doesn’t even need an invocation spoken out loud.
His eyes widen as he reaches up and touches his perfectly dry, and typically messy hair.
“Holy crap. That barely took a second.”
“That’s the point,” I say. “It’s a timesaver. That means we have more time for better things.”
“Well,” he says. “I just brought you in here to dry you off before I took you upstairs. The bed is the best place to do everything else.”
“Then, let’s go to the bedroom.”
He takes my hand and leads me out another door that takes us through an empty room and then back into the hallway. We’re closer to the side staircase from here, so that’s the one we head for.
Our bodies are still a little damp before we head up the stairs, but we walk it off by the time we get upstairs.
It’s kind of weird to be walking around the mansion completely naked, but we’re alone and I think if the four of us were always alone this is just how it would be. It’s a nice thought, but an impractical one. The place is too big for the four of us alone, and there’s no way for us to take over the duties of the cleaning and gardening staff if Everett let them go either.
We get to the master bedroom and Oscar lets out a dramatic sigh.
“Finally,” he says, tugging me into his arms outside the door. “I thought we’d never get here. I was ready to take you out here in this hall. Or, you know, in one of the million other bedrooms we just passed.”
