Free A Little Bite of Magic (Little Magic) by M.J. O'Shea Page B

that Addison didn't want to be in charge, not this first time. He needed to lie back and bask in Frankie’s movement, drown in the grunts and shivers and lusty whispers. And it felt so good. So good. Hot and tight and amazingly beautiful.
    “Slow,” Addison warned. He needed to slow down before it was too late. Too much. Too…
    Frankie stopped and grinned breathlessly. He leaned over and kissed Addison slowly, slower than he moved his hips, tongue slipping in all silky and perfectly wet.
    “I love…” Addison choked on an inhale when Frankie tightened his muscles and rolled his hips. “Ohhh.”
    “You feel so good in me.” Another kiss, a bite on his shoulder, that wicked tongue tasting the shell of his ear.
    Addison shuddered and dragged the pads of his fingers down Frankie’s back. “Yes. So good,” he repeated. So good, so good.
    Frankie’s back was damp with sweat, his face was glowing, and he smiled all soft and sweet before he bit his lip and moaned. Addison couldn’t stop looking. He was beautiful.
    “Touch me, Addie. I’m going to come.”
    “Yes,” Addison moaned and tugged at Frankie’s cock, hot and hard and wet at the tip. Frankie’s foreskin slipped back and forth over steel. It felt perfect. He threw his head back and rode Addison. It was slow and languid but more intense than anything Addison had ever experienced. Deep. Enthralling. Like time stood still.
    “Oh fuck, Addie. Now.”
    Addison squeezed, and the warmth of Frankie’s release pulsed through his hand and onto his abdomen. Frankie cried out, and his inner muscles clenched down hard. Addison lost it in that moment with a choked scream and a full-body shudder. Frankie collapsed onto Addison's chest, breathless and limp.
    “Jesus,” Addison whispered as he came down from his high.
    Frankie chuckled tiredly. “I know.”
    They separated momentarily but came back together after only seconds, damp sweaty skin sticking in the most delicious way.
    “That was amazing, babe,” Frankie whispered.
    Babe. Addison liked it. The word felt official. He rubbed the pad of his thumb across Frankie’s cheekbone. “This feels good too, just lying here with you.”
    “It does. We might have to get up and take a shower in a minute. If we don’t, we’ll wake up stuck together.”
    Addison smiled. “I can think of worse things. Can’t you?”
    “Yeah.” His answer was paired with a squeeze and a kiss to Addison’s damp chest. “Don’t wanna move.”
    “Me neither. We’ll shower in a little bit, okay?”
    “Yeah. A little bit.”
    * * * *
    Frankie was in the middle of stirring up a vinaigrette for his spinach salad with strawberries and almonds. Addison sat across from him on a stool, painstakingly slicing strawberries to go in the salad. Frankie couldn’t stop grinning. Last night, twice that morning…
    They couldn’t stop touching each other, even when they’d gotten to the restaurant and (allegedly) started working. For a long time, work was mainly the two of them kissing and laughing. Even after he really, really had to start making some food before his customers showed up to an empty restaurant, there still wasn’t a minute that didn’t go by without a touch, a kiss, Addison tasting the sensitive skin behind his ear.
    God, that drives me insane . Frankie realized he'd have to be careful what he let Addison do while he had his spoon in his hand, or his customers would end up having sex with each other on the floor of his restaurant.
    Frankie dreamily put down his bowl of salad dressing and floated over to pull the big casserole dish of spinach and chicken enchiladas out of the oven—with his bare hand.
    “ Merde !”
    He dropped the glass dish. Yet before it could hit the stone floor and splatter into a huge mess, Frankie reached out and froze it, suspending the pan in the air. The second he did, he realized that wasn’t the best choice he could have made.
    Addison stared openmouthed and wide-eyed. “Frankie? What the