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“Um, have you met you?”

He snorted.

I pushed the sweater against his chest, forcing him to take it. “Well, aren’t you going to try it on?”

He looked around the pub and shook his head obstinately. “Not out here.”

I rolled my eyes. “Ugh, you’re such a guy. Let’s go to the bathroom then. I have got to see this.”

Frowning, he reluctantly slid off the stool and trudged to the back of the pub. With impish glee, I skipped along behind him. No way was I missing the chance to see him in that sweater. And take pictures for blackmail later.

Chapter 21

Caesar

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” I said, unable to look away from my reflection in the bathroom mirror the same way drivers slow down to stare at a gruesome car accident.

Shea was making a weird, stifled snorting sound in the back of her throat until she could no longer contain her amusement, and raucous laughter burst out of her mouth. She doubled over, bracing herself with her hands on her knees as she took great pleasure from my intense mortification.

I frowned probably the deepest frown of my life as I waited for her to stop, staring at the fluffy white kitten with a pink bow on my reflection’s chest.

In all honesty, the sweater itself wasn’t bad. It was comfortable and flatteringly snug in all the right places. Why did there have to be an adorable, girly kitten on it? A kitten that looked oddly familiar…

“You know, this kitten looks like a certain witch I know,” I teased.

Her laughter stopped, and she scowled at me, straightening and pulling out her phone. “Okay, for that, this is so going on my Insta.”

She shot the picture before I could stop her.

“Oh no, you don’t!” I barked, spinning around to reach for the phone in her hand as she outstretched her arm to the side.

For such a small creature, she was surprisingly lengthy and nimble. Every time I got close to grabbing the damned device, she’d twirl or swoop or slip it into the opposite hand, tactfully evading my grasp.

Finally, I grabbed both her wrists and pinned her against the wall, triumph singing in my alcohol-buzzing head. Until I looked down at those big green eyes, which were blazing as they looked up at me through those thick brunette lashes.

Her wrists felt so fragile in my large hands, her smooth skin a balm to my calluses. Her full tits were heaving beneath the deep cut of her shirt with her quick, short breaths, and I couldn’tnotbe painfully aware of the bulge between my thighs that was pressing into the top of her pelvis.

A small voice in the back of my head told me to release her, to step back, stride out of this bathroom and run, fly, get away as fast as my legs and wings could carry me.

But I was far beyond where that voice could reach me now and far beyond caring about the consequences.

I descended upon her full lips, forcing them apart with my tongue to finally taste the woman I’d been desperately craving. She matched my feverish kisses with that sharp tongue of hers, slicing into me in the best way. I wanted to eat her up, and her mouth tasted even sweeter than I could have dreamed up.

I slid my rough hands down her arms, distantly hearing a clatter I later realized was her phone hitting the dirty floor. My hands had minds of their own as they pawed at her tits, her waist, her hips, then finally swooping under her ass to hoist her up and spread her legs, my hips landing between them to pin her with the evidence of my aching desire.

I could feel the heat of her center even through our layers of jeans and slacks, and I was maddened with the need to shred those barriers with my bare hands.

Her delicate hands roamed down my chest and tugged at the bottom of my shirt.

“Take off this ridiculous sweater,” she demanded before biting my bottom lip, sending a zing of tortured want straight down to my throbbing dick.

“Yes, please,” I panted through filthy kisses, breaking away from her mouth only long enough to pull the garment over my head and arms.

Taking the lead, she shoved my hands from the back of her thighs and dropped to stand, kissing and nibbling and licking down my neck, my chest. When her teeth grazed my nipple, I gasped, relishing the bitter-sweet sensation of her desire for me. I wanted this creature like I’d never wanted anything in my entire life, and I was totally fine being her helpless victim.

Especially when her fingers found the zipper of my slacks and tugged it down. I felt my pants fall around my ankles, and I watched with hungry eyes as she gently pulled down my boxers, too, freeing my stiff cock.

She looked up at me for just a moment, promise sparking like a match in those bright green eyes before she opened those diabolic lips and wrapped them around my tip.

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