Sex with a Hex: Magical Sisters, Book 2 Page 9

  Meg’s bottom scooted with each drive, and she tightened her legs around him. The friction of his cock rubbed against her silkiness, striking her sweet spot in just the right way. Bursts of orgasm sped outward, but still she held on. She panted, finding it harder to keep pace with him. Her breasts bounced, tempting him to take them, and Chance treasured each one with nibbles and licks. Sweat ran down between her breasts and he caught the droplets with his tongue.

  Another explosion, bigger than she’d ever experienced, stormed through her, and she cried out, calling his name. Unable to hold herself upright any longer, she went down on her elbows and then to her back against the cool surface. Chance filled his hands with her breasts, holding on as he worked his engorged cock in, then out, then in again. The concentration on his face steeled his features as he locked eyes with her. She tightened again and another rush of release pummeled through her.

  She held on to his sweaty forearms, loving the way his damp hair tickled her skin. His scent was stronger now, sweat mixing with his body’s chemistry, her body’s juices mingling with his. He rode her, driving against her, his jaw clenched, his eyes bright.

  Suddenly, he gripped her breasts harder, almost to the point of being painful, as his body tensed. For a moment, neither of them moved, a moment in time frozen for them to remember.

  Chance closed his eyes, laid his head back and groaned. His orgasm was an upheaval that shook his body, and Meg ran her hands over his shoulders, urging him to let go. He jerked forward, the short bursts of his release thundering through his body as he plunged harder, deeper for every last ounce of pleasure.

  Chance opened his eyes as his body’s tremors eased, then bent forward to brush a strand of her hair away from her face. “Damn.”

  “You can say that again.”

  Chuckling, he laid his body on top of hers, mingling their sweat. Meg dropped her legs away from him and tracked her fingers through the damp hair at the nape of his neck. She smiled as yet another wave of shakes ripped through him.

  The desk wasn’t as comfortable as a bed, but she could’ve remained next to him, his body pressed to hers, for hours. Unlike her usual quick departures after previous encounters, she longed to savor the time after the sex.

  “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.”

  Chance covered Meg’s body at the sound of the woman’s voice. Peeking over his shoulder, she saw Tom’s newest waitress gawking at them. Embarrassment rushed heat to her face, but she pretended to be unconcerned that they’d been caught in the act. “Uh, hi, Tammy.”

  The young girl flushed with color and covered her eyes, turning her face away from them. “I am so, so sorry. I should’ve asked Tom first, but I needed another receipt book… Oh, my God.”

  Chance swept Meg’s clothes from the floor and handed them to her, then grabbed his slacks and skirted behind the couch. Meg slipped on her blouse, then tugged on her jeans. “Don’t worry about it. But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about what you saw.” She grinned at Chance. “After all, the good doctor has a reputation, you know.”

  “No, no. I won’t say a thing. I promise.”

  “Great. Oh, and Tammy?”

  “Yes?”

  “Could you get out of here?”

  Meg wouldn’t have thought it possible, but Tammy turned an even brighter shade of pink and rushed out of the office faster than Meg had ever seen anyone move. She met Chance’s twinkling eyes and broke into laughter along with him.

  “Wow, that little girl can move faster than a preacher caught with an underage parishioner.”

  Shy for once, Meg placed her back to Chance to finish getting dressed and ran her fingers through her hair. What was it about the guy that made her nervous? Heavens knew she’d never cared what her “quickies” had thought. Not as long as they hadn’t done the clingy thing and asked when they could see her again. This time, however, she couldn’t help but hope Chance would ask.

  “So.”

  She pivoted to face him and barely resisted the urge to run her fingers through the small patch of hair peeking over the V in his shirt. “So.”

  Sheesh. Great repartee. What next? Discussing the weather?

  Chance ran a hand through his hair much as she’d done. Was he nervous too? “I guess we move on to the next, um, subjects, right?”

  A hard knot smacked her dead center in her chest. Did she want to keep going with the bet? Did he? She studied his strange expression and couldn’t decipher what he was thinking. Yet didn’t his silence say everything? If their little back-office rendezvous had meant anything to him, wouldn’t he say so? Wouldn’t he want to keep other men away from her? She rubbed her chest, trying to ease the uncomfortable feeling.

  “I guess so.”

  What was that flash in his eyes? Had he expected, maybe even hoped, she’d say something else?

  Chance moved closer to her and she held her breath, her heart beating hard and adding to the pain in her chest. He took her by the shoulders and, for one exciting moment, she thought he would pull her close to kiss her. And if he kissed her, wouldn’t he want more? The ache was suddenly gone and she closed her eyes and leaned forward, ready and eager.

  He kissed her, all right, but not where she’d wanted him to. Instead, he pressed his lips to her forehead, barely touching her skin.

  “Then I guess I’ll see you soon.”

  Meg’s jaw dropped a second before she opened her eyes and saw the door closing behind him.

  Chance waited outside the daycare center, his mind whirling. He never should have taken Meg to bed. Or desk, as it turned out. But as soon as he’d seen her walk through the door of The Sundowner he’d known he had to have her. The woman was temptress and hometown sex kitten rolled into one desirable female. He was unable to resist her. Still, maybe now that he’d tasted her desire, he could restrain himself from losing control again.

  The bad feeling he’d had ever since Meg’s abrupt call telling him to meet her intensified. Could this have anything to do with his second seduction? Had Meg found another woman so soon after they’d made love? And why here in front of a daycare?

  He closed his eyes, picturing Meg lying under him, her legs around his waist. As though he were still in the office, the heat swept over him, bringing back the way her skin felt, how tight she was and the look in her eyes. But there was more than the physical impressions. He knitted his brow, concentrating on the feelings she’d awakened inside him. His head swirled with questions.

  Meg is special, but how special? How far will I let this crazy bet go?

  A flash of Bill in bed with Meg brought his eyes wide open and he clenched his jaw.

  Once again he reconsidered going through with their bet.

  “Hey, handsome.”

  His quick and primal response to Meg’s voice surprised him, causing him to delay turning to greet her. Control yourself. “Hey yourself, beautiful.”

  Damn, she was gorgeous. He had to make a fist to keep from running his fingers through her fiery tangle of curls. Although she dressed simply in jeans and a cleavage-revealing top, she could’ve given any queen in the world a run for her money. Her skin glowed with an almost magical presence and her bright blue eyes took hold of him and wouldn’t let go. He had to force himself to breathe normally.

  She paused a few feet from him and he had the silly notion that she was afraid to get closer. Was she afraid he might pull her close and take what he wanted again? If so, she was right to fear him.

  “Are you ready for your next victim?”

  His gut clenched as his hopes dropped away and disappointment tore a hole inside him. “I don’t think I’d call her a victim.”

  She took the bait and ran with it. “Whoa. Cocky much? So what should we call her? The next lucky lady?”

  “Sounds more descriptive to me.” He grinned, hiding his frustration.

  Meg laughed and tossed her hair back, causing the sunlight to tease the coppery highlights. “Sure, fine. Lucky lady, it is.”

  Was
she that unmoved by their sexual encounter? He tried to tell himself that her nonchalant attitude was real, but couldn’t. She had to have thought of it as more than a simple romp. “Please don’t tell me you’re thinking about asking me to rob the cradle. I do have my limits, you know.”

  “Urgh, no. Of course not.”

  He started to reach out to touch her face, to wipe away her grimace, then chose to face the daycare center before he lost control and pulled her to him. “Good to know. Then why are we here?”

  Meg pointed toward one of the windows on the right side of the building. A beautiful blonde woman moved around the classroom instructing several children. She was amazing, a ten if ever there was one. And yet Chance felt nothing.

  “That’s Haley Osmond. She’s twenty-five, unmarried and the ultimate good girl. I mean, the woman’s hardly ever been kissed, much less had sex. Plus, she’s also extremely devout and doesn’t believe in fooling around until after the ring’s on the finger.”

  The woman was beautiful and, before today, he’d have found the idea of seducing a “good girl” enticing. Now he wasn’t so sure.

  “She sounds perfect. Not to mention that she’s got a body any man would love to have underneath him.”

  Was that anger flashing in Meg’s eyes? Chance did a double-take, hoping to see it again, but the expression in her intriguing eyes was gone.

  “Good. Then get to it. I’ve got a date tonight.”

  He clamped down on the urge to ask her about her date. What business was it of his, anyway? Still, the idea of Meg going out with another man, laughing with another man, doing whatever with another man brought bile to his throat. “So do you want to introduce us?”

  Meg stared at him as though he’d gone insane. “Of course not. You wouldn’t want me to break the rules, would you? Nope. It’s all up to you, big guy.”

  Chance sighed, noted that she’d seen his sigh but didn’t say anything, and counted himself lucky. “Okay, then. Here goes.” Taking the steps up to the front door, he took one last look at Meg and went inside.

  Children rushed around him as they hurried down the hallway, out a back door and into a large playground. The halls were oddly silent after their departure and he took a moment to glance around at the children’s artwork on the walls. Family scenes played out around him, and he smiled as he took them all in.

  Then his gaze fell on one special drawing. The family consisted of a father, mother and one little girl. The mother and daughter were similar in shape and dress, but it was their red hair that captured his attention. If Meg had a daughter, would she have red hair too? Before he knew what he was doing, he’d reached out to touch the woman in the picture, then let his finger slide to the girl.

  “Are you Sheila’s father?”

  Chance dropped his hand as though he’d touched fire. The beautiful blonde regarded him, her lips parted, her brown eyes wide. “No, I’m not.”

  “Oh. I guess I just thought since you were so enamored of the picture…” She blushed, the pink glowing in her cheeks. “Never mind. Can I help you?” She’d changed, transforming from the friendly observer to the polished educator.

  “Yes. You most definitely can.” Although his heart wasn’t in it, Chance gave her his most engaging smile.

  Chapter Eight

  “Damn him. How does he do it?” Meg peered into the window of the daycare classroom. Careful to not get caught spying, she watched as Haley offered an adult-sized chair to Chance, then took her seat in the other one. He pulled the chair closer so their knees almost touched.

  Meg strained to hear but couldn’t make out anything but murmurs. If she used a spell she could hear them better, but she was afraid the blue mist that accompanied her spells would attract attention either from the two in the classroom or someone passing by on the street.

  Chance leaned forward and took Haley’s hand. The young woman reacted by sitting back, obviously thrown by the gesture, but she didn’t remove her hand from his.

  Meg had to wonder if she’d made a mistake. Thinking that Haley was not only virtuous but young and innocent, Meg had assumed she wouldn’t make an easy prey for Chance. Yet watching them now, she had to wonder if the opposite wasn’t true. Maybe Haley’s innocence worked against Meg, making the young woman vulnerable to Chance’s charms. After all, the man had a gift for getting under women’s skin—not to mention their clothes.

  Meg gasped as Chance slipped a hand behind Haley’s neck and brought her forward for a kiss. How had he gotten her to kiss him so fast? She clutched the window frame, ignoring the paint chips working their way under her fingernails.

  Calm down. It’s only a kiss. And a kiss is a long way from sex. Perhaps she and Chance should’ve outlined exactly what constituted sex. Did he believe as she did? Was it like the song said, “A kiss is just a kiss”?

  The kiss, simple though it was, lasted much longer than Meg liked. She silently urged Haley to resist. Not only because she wanted to win the bet—although that now seemed far less important—but because she didn’t want Haley anywhere near him.

  “Come on, Haley. Knock it off.” Anger welled inside her. Were all the so-called “good girls” in Cottageville fakes?

  Haley appeared to have forgotten her vow of chastity. Chance pulled her to a standing position and wrapped his arms around her. Haley hesitated, then clung to him.

  “Stars and moon, what’s going on?” The woman acted like Chance had cast a spell over her.

  Needing to see better yet hating herself for having to, Meg climbed on top of a statue of a small garden gnome. Balancing on one foot, she no longer cared if anyone saw her.

  Chance slid his hand along Haley’s back, over the curve of her hip and cupped her bottom. Yet instead of pushing him away, the teacher thrust her hips toward his.

  “What the hell is going on in this town? I choose the two most unlikely women in the entire town, the two women who supposedly won’t let any man touch them and, bam, they’re ready to hop into the sack at his first touch.” Meg uttered a few curses to go along with her rant.

  Her anger made her forget where she was and what she was standing on. Wobbling on top of the statue, Meg let out a squeak and clutched the windowsill. Chance broke the lip lock and glanced toward the window, saw her there, then arched an eyebrow at her. She shot him a glare that elicited a grin from him.

  Shooting Meg a wink first, he lifted Haley’s chin and crushed his mouth to hers. Haley rose onto the tips of her toes, yielding to him. Taking advantage of Haley’s eagerness, Chance fingered his way underneath her blouse and covered one of her firm, perky breasts.

  Why, you little hussy! And in the classroom, no less!

  Meg couldn’t restrain her anger any longer. Whether she was furious at Chance or at Haley or both, she didn’t know or care. Growling out a frustrated groan, she slapped her hand against the window.

  The sound startled the couple, causing the teacher to stumble away and look toward the door as though expecting a horde of children to flock into the room at any second. Chance glared at Meg and raised his hands in a “what gives?” gesture.

  Meg knew she was being ridiculous but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was Chance not touching Haley. If he did, which he was bound to do to win the bet, she sure as hell didn’t want to watch him do it. Slapping the window pane again, Meg jumped off the gnome and dashed toward the street.

  Meg was halfway down the block before Chance grabbed her, whirling her around to face him.

  “What do you think you were doing?” His thunderous expression matched the roar in his tone.

  “I decided I didn’t want to watch you deflower Cottageville’s purest flower.”

  For a moment, they regarded each other, both letting her strange statement sink in. But the moment was gone before Meg could gather her composure.

  “Deflower? What is this? The Middle Ages?”

  Chance let her yank her arm out of his grip, but she sensed he wouldn’t let her leave. “You know what
I mean.”

  “Actually, I’m not sure I know anything about you. I thought the whole ‘deflower’ thing was the point of our contest.”

  He was right, of course, but that didn’t make it any better. “Yeah, well, maybe it is.”

  “Maybe?”

  “But that doesn’t mean I want to stand there and watch.”

  “Again, part of the bet, right? Although making noise while I’m trying to work didn’t seem fair.”

  The fury and confusion inside her whirled, tensing her and clouding her mind. If only she could think. “Sorry, but I couldn’t stand to watch you take advantage of a sweet, innocent woman. No matter if she’s a ’ho in disguise.”

  “A ’ho? Who are you? A member of the Bad Girls Club?”

  Chance gazed at her as though she’d lost her mind. And, frankly, she was wondering the same thing. “Never mind. I just didn’t see the point in hanging around.”

  How can I stand there, watching you do to her what you did to me? How can you do to her what you did to me? Not that I care. I don’t care. Do I?

  Meg blew out a breath instead of the words wanting to fly out, and tried to ease the tension in her neck. Hell, her body.

  “Does this mean you’ll trust me when I say I had sex with her?” His anger had dissipated but the mischievous twinkle in his eyes didn’t help matters.

  “Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” She searched for a way out, a way to stop what was surely going to happen. “Just make sure she understands it’s a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of situation.”

  Chance took her arms again and narrowed his eyes, studying her until she could no longer meet his gaze. “Hmm, Meg Tristan, if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you’re jealous.”

  Meg’s mouth dropped almost as far as her heart. “Jealous? Me? You can’t be serious.”