Free Bewitch Me - A Halloween Collection by Lily Rede Page B

not to react, though heat crept up his neck.
    “I hope it’s enough to please you. Would you like to find out for yourself? Perhaps tonight?”
    Perhaps in the bathroom or the coat check or anywhere as long as it’s in the next ten minutes before I just blow?
    “Sweet, but why don’t we wait until after the engagement announcement, for propriety’s sake, of course.”
    “Of course.”
    Trent didn’t make it home. Holding his jacket strategically, he escorted Nicole to her car, accepted his own keys from the valet, and drove five minutes until he found the nearest deserted parking lot. There, he pulled out his cock with shaking hands, leaned back in the seat, and let the images flood his mind.
    Long lashes over gray eyes, dark with heat, pouting lips worshiping the head of his dick, luscious, creamy breasts with dusky nipples bouncing while she rode him, her curls tumbling around her, her wet pussy gloving him as she took everything he had to give.
    Trent came with a groan, warm come coating his fingers as blessed relief overtook him.
    He sat there panting, dizzy with satisfaction.
    But it only lasted a minute.
    Just as it had for the last two days, he’d no sooner used a handkerchief to clean himself up than his cock started swelling again to throbbing fullness, hungry and hard for the witch who was ruining Trent’s life.
    He blamed his building’s management company. Of course.
     
    ISABELLA FIERO DRAGGED THE last box from the elevator and crammed it in beside the others in her chain-link storage space in the basement of the building.
    “Done! Margarita time.”
    She flicked her fingers and the cage door slammed shut, the lock clicking of its own volition. For good measure, she popped a little magical shower of sparks to celebrate her victory. After three weeks of unpacking, everything in her new apartment was where it should be.
    Of course, that will last for five seconds, but enjoy the moment, she thought, and headed back to retrieve the elevator.
    Finding a building open to both human and magical habitation in the city was tough, and this one, a lovely old thing with exquisite moldings and high ceilings, was a true treasure. It had just switched over from human-only, and Isabella had snapped it up. Most of the city was still oblivious to the idea of witches and monsters, goblins and fairies, but there was a gradual acceptance, and since Isabella had been invited to show her sculptures in a prestigious human gallery to great success, she had decided that it would make sense to live in both worlds. If only the whole building could get on board with the new arrangement.
    Isabella smiled sweetly at the old couple huddled in the corner of the elevator, staring at her as though she had horns and feelers coming out of every orifice.
    “Nice weather we’re having, right?”
    Nothing.
    Isabella knew it would take time, but come on, it’s not like she ate small children or bathed in the blood of virgins. She was just an ordinary, run-of-the-mill witch, and not a terribly powerful one at that. Most of the magic she did on a daily basis was by accident.
    She let herself into her place on the eighth floor, sparing a glance for the door across the hall, wondering if he was home.
    Trent Langley.
    Even his name was high class. Isabella freely admitted to herself that she had developed a teensy-weensy crush the size of New Jersey on her new neighbor. He’d lived in the building for years, and upon learning that he was a big shot businessman, she wondered why he didn’t upgrade to one of those glass and steel monstrosities. In between getting her studio set up and unpacking, Isabella had gone out of her way to gather information about the fine, fine specimen of mortal manhood living across the way. The pixie lesbians on three had been no help, but the techie elf roomies down the hall had informed her that Trent didn’t do magic. The whole idea of interspecies relations freaked him out.
    Which is a damned shame.
    Isabella