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“That,” I said, looking at her beautiful face, “was incredible. And you? Just… wow.” I was babbling and incoherent and barely clinging to my sanity.
She sat up and studied me, her gaze traveling down my body and back up to my face. “Clearly you’ve never slept with a Type A overachiever before,” she said smugly. She leaned down and gently kissed my cheek. “I don’t settle for anything less than an A+ performance.”
23
ASTRID
I couldn’t stop thinkingabout Declan. The way he felt on top of me, the deep sexy groans he made when he was inside me, the way his fingertips had left tiny bruises on my hips. I was getting all hot and bothered again.
To say it was the best sex of my life would be an understatement, because we shared so much more than just sex. Declan was the best everything of my life to date. The kissing, the foreplay, his incredible cock, the cuddling. The way he made me scrambled eggs and toast at one a.m. while we watchedGame of Thrones. The entire experience was so above and beyond anything I had experienced before that to even refer to it as sex was unfair.
I couldn’t even think straight. I had more orgasms in the last twelve hours with Declan than I had in the entirety of some of my previous relationships. He explored my body eagerly, learning what I liked and making sure to give me everything I needed and everything I didn’t know I needed.
I could feel myself getting wet again just thinking about him. I would have to break out my new friend again. Nora wasn’t wrong. I can’t believe I lived this long without a vibrator. Now that I’d experienced it, I wanted to start handing them out to women on the street so that no woman would have to go without. Granted, it didn’t come close to the orgasms Declan delivered, but it would at least take the edge off until I could see him tonight.
Just as I was about to reach for it my phone buzzed.
Emily: Leaving now. I’ll pick you up in 10?
Oh shit.I’d forgotten about Monday breakfast. I promised everyone I would come. Ten minutes? That was not enough time to shower and make myself presentable. I looked in the mirror, and everything about my appearance screamed “just fucked.” My hair was a mess, I had makeup smeared all over my face, and there was beard burn on my neck. I definitely had the post-orgasmic glow, and I couldn’t wipe the shit-eating grin off my face.
Oh well. If anyone wouldn’t care it was these ladies. I threw on some jeans and a hoodie and washed my face and brushed my teeth.
* * *
“I hereby call this meeting of the coven to order.”
“Nora, we are not a coven,” Cece said, while clearly texting Liam on her phone.
“I think we should be a squad. Like hashtag squadgoals.”
“No, Emily. We discussed this. Squads are very 2017, and our connection is much deeper than some shallow Taylor Swift shit. Only witchcraft can fully bind and express our bond.”
Maggie rolled her eyes. She was the odd one out in this group of friends. She seemed prim and proper and like she didn’t have time for this shit. I liked her a lot.
“And welcome, Astrid. Thank you for finally taking me up on my offer.”
Cece threw her arm around me. “We are so happy you’re here.”
“Thanks, guys,” I said bashfully. The warm welcome made me slightly uncomfortable.
“So. First order of business. Astrid, there are a few ground rules. One, the coven is sacred. Everything we discuss is confidential and shared with total trust and no judgment.”
I nodded.
“And second, sometimes during Monday breakfast we indulge in mimosas. If someone wants to make it Mimosa Monday there is no judgment here. And we never allow a coven member to drink alone.”
I nodded again. This entire experience was going to be intense.
Emily raised her hand. “I move for Mimosa Monday. Derek has been traveling, and my kids are driving me crazy. They are being such little shits. I need a break and I’m exhausted and I hate my husband right now because he gets to sleep soundly in a hotel room and eat meals without people throwing food in his hair.”
Maggie patted Emily on the back. “I have been there. I’m so sorry.” Emily put her unwashed head on Maggie’s shoulder. It was sweet how close everyone was. Maggie discreetly picked a Cheerio out of Emily’s hair and patted her head.
“Ooh. I second the motion,” Cece said. “I worked all weekend and need to relax.”
I wasn’t in the habit of breakfast drinking, but I didn’t have to work. I didn’t have clients depending on me and deliverables to get out the door. I didn’t have to check the work of a bunch of junior associates who pulled an all-nighter finishing a memo. So I could indulge a little.
“Count me in,” I said.
