Page 101 of The Little Shop of Curiosities Cursed Object 1, The Music Box

“Shut up,” I murmur, biting into my sandwich, but a pleased warmth spreads through my body.

I feel better than I have in months.

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Iyawn and snuggle in, smiling at the warm arm wrapped over me and the very sexy, naked body plastered to my back.

It’s funny, I always thought sharing a bed with someone would bug me. I usually don’t like sharing any sort of space with anyone, but it’s different with Sam. He makes me feel…safe. Protected.

No, shielded. That’s the word I’m looking for.

I don’t want to move, but after all the water Sam made me drink last night to rehydrate me, I am in desperate need of a pee.

Trying to slip out without waking him, I almost make it when his arm tightens and he pulls me back into him. He nuzzles into my neck, his stubble grazing my skin.

“Where are you sneaking off to?” he rumbles, his northern accent even more pronounced in his sleep-roughened state.

“Unless you’re into guys peeing on you, I have to use the bathroom.”

He chuckles and moves his arm, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.

I reluctantly climb out of the warm bed and away from its equally warm occupant and head into the bathroom. Relieving myself with a groan of satisfaction, I then look down and see flecks of dry come matted in my pubes and in random patches on my stomach.

I’m pretty sure that was from round two. After the sandwiches, Sam had thanked me very thoroughly with another hand job. A deliciously slippery one after he’d discovered my expensive hand lotion.

Seeing as I’m already naked, I might as well shower while I’m in here. Turning the water on, I climb in as soon as it warms to the right temperature. I’ve barely dunked my head under the spray when Sam slips in behind me.

“Hmm, a naked and wet Prickles.” He wraps his arms around me and bites my shoulder playfully. “The perfect way to start the day.”

I can feel his cock pressed against my arse, and I can’t help the shiver that runs down my body. I’m not ready for that yet, but when the time is right, I definitely want Sam inside me. I can just imagine it, that gorgeous heavy cock of his sliding in and out of me as he pins me to the bed, that delicious gravelly voice whispering in my ear.

Fuck, now I’m hard again.

I’m supposed to be getting clean, not dirtier.

“Hmm, someone’s pleased to see me,” Sam whispers against my ear, and I shiver once more.

“Stupid thing’s got a mind of its own,” I groan, my head falling back against his shoulder. “I only find you marginally attractive.”

I can feel the rumble of his laughter against my back as he slides his hand down to my dick and lazily fists it.

“If it falls off from overuse, you’ll only have yourself to blame.” I gasp at one masterful stroke. Seriously, how does he get the pressure just right?

“Do you want me to stop?” He strokes again.

“I will turn you into a toad if you do.”

He pauses and lifts his head from my neck. “Is that actually possible?”

“Are you serious?” I glance over my shoulder to glare at him.

“What? I’ve never been involved with an honest to god witch before.”

“That’s honest to goddess, and weren’t you doing something rather important involving my dick? Do you often get sidetracked this easily? I would have thought you ex-detectives slash private investigators were more focused.”

“I’ll give you focused.” He chuckles.

But he doesn’t resume his stroking; in fact, he doesn’t touch my cock at all. He picks up the bottle of body wash and proceeds to clean and massage every inch of my body, his fingers digging in and draining all the tension my body has accumulated over the past few months. Then he picks up the shampoo and moves onto my scalp. By the time he’s done cleaning me, I’m practically a drooling, boneless mess.