What the Hex

by Jessica Clare

“I love you, too.”

Why am I smiling down at the phone like a besotted fool? Love should be the last thing on my mind right now. It’s just . . . I like hearing it. I matter to someone. I’m important to her, and for the first time in a very, very long time, I feel as if I’ve got someone truly on my side and at

my back. It’s the best feeling in the universe . . . even if it’s a little too late to save my neck. I’m allowed to savor it for now, though.

You can spank me when you’re free. PENNY: (I mean that, too. I’d totally be into a naughty spanking.) WILL: This is not helping. And yes, I fucking trust you. And yes, I’m going to give you a naughty spanking when I’m out of here. You can count on that. In fact, I’ll be thinking about that constantly.

I don’t hate you, you wildly inappropriate creature. I love you.

But . . . yes. Go ahead and send pics of your tits.

She smells like cherries and vanilla, and my cock decides those are the most erotic scents ever. It’s that or the fact that Penny’s rubbing all over me that makes me stiffen.

“Oh my god,” Reggie moans, turning and burying her face against Ben’s black sweater. “We’ve created a monster by pairing these two together.”

The mouth on this woman. I bite back a groan. Part of me is always scandalized at just how open Penny is about her sexuality, but a much larger part of me likes it. I always know where I stand with her, and if I’m not pleasing her in bed, she’ll make sure to tell me so. I like that she’s just as bold, open, and fearless under the covers as she is above them. “If that’s what you’d like, then I shall strive to provide.”

The urge to grab her and fuck the hell out of her wars with my personal fastidiousness.

don’t know. I’m not sure I’m supposed to fuck the hell out of my familiar, and I plan on fucking the hell out of you.”

“I mean, it works for Reggie and Ben.”

She might speak boldly, but I’m still the warlock around here. “And do you want me to fuck the hell out of you?”

what?” “You wanted a spanking? I’m going to give you a spanking for making such a mess.” Penny whimpers, and my cock twitches so abruptly that I nearly lose my towel. The little sounds she makes are incredibly sexy. I watch, fascinated, as she puts her hands on the edge of the table and slowly leans forward. It makes her short little nightie ride up, revealing the rounded curves of her ass, and the damp pink folds between her thighs.

“Spread for me,” I murmur, fascinated at the sight. I can’t look away.

She makes a little moaning sound and then does as I ask, revealing everything to my hungry gaze. Oh, I love the sight. I run a hand over one plump ass cheek and then give it a light tap, appreciating the jiggle of it. She wriggles against my...

“Right. You’re focusing. I’ll get them. You wait right here.” I press a kiss to her forehead and free my hand again and win another frustrated protest from my familiar. All right, this is actually rather enjoyable. I love the sexual element added to the casting, and though I normally sway toward the prudish line of things compared to Penny, I don’t even care that I’m naked and striding around my laboratory, choosing components with lube-slickened fingers and humming to myself.

I return the kiss, teasing her with my tongue, and rub my fingers through her slick heat once more. Then I push two fingers deep in her body again and pretend to turn my attention back to the spell. She moans as if pained, her pussy clamping around my fingers desperately.

To think that when she appeared on my doorstep, I wanted nothing to do with her. She was too cheerful, too enthusiastic, too everything. Now I want to grab her and squeeze her cheeks. I want to kiss her until she smiles. I want to see her cast her own spells at my side, and the look of delight on her face when one works. I want to share every fucking day with her.

She’s the best person I’ve ever met, the most loyal and unselfish, and I’ve never felt for another person what I do for her. “I don’t deserve you,” I whisper, my voice stupidly ragged. “I love you, and I’m humbled by you, and I don’t deserve someone as wonderful and clever and determined as you.”

“The scary one. The one that says you’re thinking about how to conquer the world.”

“You’re terrifying, you know that? Under that bubblegum-and-glitter exterior is the calculating heart of a true tyrant.”

“You love me and my tyranny,” I tease. Will grins over at me. “Gods help me, but I really do.”