“What about your relatives?”
Maggie thought about her extended family. Her cousin Hector was probably the person she trusted the most, but he trafficked in white-andblue-collar crime. He took great care of his assorted offspring and baby mamas, but if Leon found out Craig was with Hector, he’d have Hector arrested and still end up with custody of Craig. Maggie shook her head. “No.”
“What if Craig could go somewhere with other teens?” Sondre’s voice had an odd edge to it.
Maggie leaned back and stared at him. “Somewhere he’d be safe?”
“Boarding school.”
“Under a false identity? Like he could visit on holidays?” Maggie wriggled in Sondre’s lap.
“Woman,” he groaned. “You can’t squirm like that and expect me to stay focused on talking.”
Maggie’s cheeks flamed. “Sorry, I got excited and—”
“Me too.” He kissed her briefly. “Maybe we could continue this conversation later? I’d need to consult the chief witch to be sure there were no issues moving between worlds. He’s not magical, so there is no logical objection.”
As much as Maggie wanted to take advantage of their privacy, she said, “Magical chemistry in less than fifteen minutes…”
Sondre looked at the clock that hung on the wall somewhere behind her, and she knew he was calculating. She couldn’t fault his logic. Whatever else they were, Maggie knew they were incredibly compatible naked.
“Youcouldteleport me to class…” she suggested.
In the next moment, they were both naked, and Sondre’s mouth was on hers.Magic is amazing.Being a parent always meant that quickies were on the menu more often than leisurely days, but with magic… with Sondre… even a quickie would be satisfying.
Maggie ground down on him as his tongue darted into her mouth and his arms tightened around her. With one hand cupping her ass, Sondre lifted her so she was on her knees in a wide straddle. The position meant he could cover first one and then the other nipple with his mouth.
“No time for that,” she breathed out.
He frowned and kissed both breasts almost mournfully. “I’ll be back for you later.”
And Maggie laughed at the oddness of the fact that she was certain he was speaking to her breasts, not to her directly. She shifted herknees as he positioned himself, and she lowered onto him with a satisfied moan. Even though this wasn’t anywhere near the first time, Maggie still marveled at the way her body felt with him inside her.
Almost too much.
For a moment, she paused, adjusting, and he made eye contact to ask, “Too sudden? Need—”
“A little,” Maggie admitted sheepishly as Sondre murmured a spell for magical lubrication. The sensation made her breathe out, “Better.”
Sondre preened a little, and Maggie laughed again. She was sure that sexcouldbe serious, but there was something incredibly freeing in having a lover who approached intimacy with a sense that it was sheer fun.
“I love when you laugh,” he said, looking at her with undeniable fondness. It did something to her when he looked at her that way, nudged a forgotten memory of their first meeting, as if she could summon her erased memory by will alone.
Maggie shoved the thought away and said, “Hips.”
“Yes, dear.” His hands gripped her hips tight enough to bruise as he steadied her, and she took control.
Together they found a rhythm that would satisfy both of them.
But after several moments, she noticed that he was glancing at the clock again. “It’s okay if I… don’t,” she started.
“No, it’s not.” Sondre shifted one hand from her hip to the juncture of her thighs and helped speed things along with his talented fingers. “Neverokay if you aren’t satisfied.”
“Oh… kay… oh…there.”
Sondre’s mouth curved in a smile that made her grateful that he was stubborn on this topic. Maggie wasn’t sure how long they’d been together. She knew there was some degree of magic involved in that lack of clarity—because he’d told her so. However, she knew with certainty that she’d never been left unsatisfied.
“Oh, I…like…you,” she whispered. It wasn’t love yet, but whatever this was between them, it was good.
