That Old Black Magic (5 page)

Her back straightened, and she sat
up, offering him a mouthwatering view of her body as she rolled her
hips over his. A flush colored her chest, and her teeth dug into her
bottom lip. “I wanted you,” she whispered, lowering one
hand to touch her clit. “That’s why I fucked you before,
and why I’ll do it again. Whenever you want me.”

“
You sure about that,
sweetheart?” He dug his heels into the bed and met the next
roll of her hips with a sharp thrust that made her shriek. “We’d
never stop fucking.”

It took her a moment to speak. “We
have to work sometime. Shouldn’t stop us from blowing off some
steam now and then, if you want.”

Oh, he wanted. He smiled and thrust
up again, lust roaring through him every time her perfect mouth fell
open on another moan. “You can blow me any time, darling.”

She slapped the side of his ass, but
desire darkened her eyes and quickened her movements. “I said I
was going to make you beg. Should I stop until you do?”

“
Only if you want me to break
these cuffs and spank
your
ass.” Which was more appealing than he wanted to admit. If
release hadn’t been riding him so hard, he might have done it,
but she seemed to get off on the illusion of power. So he groaned and
sped up to match the pace of her rocking hips. “Come on, Polly.
Come for me. I want to feel it.”

Her husky laugh tickled along his
spine as Polly leaned forward and ground her clit against his pubic
bone. Then her laughter faded into a shuddering, intoxicating sigh.
“Oh—
oh
...”
Her body clenched, rippling around him, and his name escaped her on a
hoarse moan. “
Max
...”

“
That’s it.” He
gritted his teeth against the need to explode, watching her face
instead as she lost herself in pleasure. But the steady clenching of
her body proved to be too much. His eyes rolled back and he ground up
into her one last time, roaring his release.

She dropped against him, still
rocking gently while she dusted his damp skin with kisses. “We’re
loud. We’ll have to remember that next time.”

“
Mmm.” His wrists were
sore from tugging against the cuffs, so he curled his fingers around
the chains and gave them a sharp tug, just hard enough to snap the
metal.

Except the metal didn’t snap.

Frowning, Max tightened his grip and
jerked again, harder this time. The metal clinked loudly against the
iron headboard, but the chain, which should have given away easily
under his amplified strength, held solid. “What the fuck?”

Polly sat up again and arched an
eyebrow. “What’s good for the goose, baby.” She
climbed off him, her movements lithe and unhurried. “The lock
picks, remember?” She pulled on her panties and kicked the torn
camisole out of her way. “I had a witch I know enchant the
cuffs. They’ll hold.”

“
You—” He yanked
on the cuffs again, hard enough that the metal cut into his wrists.
“Oh, Jesus fuck, woman. You have
got
to be kidding me.”

She made a soothing noise, reached
for a pair of jeans slung over a nearby chair and flashed him a grin
as she shimmied into them. “Your rules, Max. I’m just
playing by them.” She selected a tight white T-shirt and put it
on, smoothing it down over her breasts. “Just...consider this
that arousing double-cross you mentioned earlier.”

The worst part was that he
did
find it arousing, in a twisted sort of way.
Because
she’s a challenge.
Still, being stuck to a hotel bed was killing his afterglow. “C’mon,
Polly. You proved your point. Let me go, and we’ll go chase
down that charm together.”

She laughed as she piled her hair on
top of her head in a sloppy topknot and slid her delicate feet into a
pair of sandals. “Sorry. You lost your chance to partner up
when you ditched me in the bayou.” She stretched, arching her
back, and grinned. “I feel terrific. You’re quite a ride,
baby. Just as good as you think you are. Maybe better.”

Fuck.
“Don’t you dare leave me like this, Cassidy. I will track
your ass down.”

“
I know. You’re half in
love with me already.” Her grin softened into a smile. “I
have a plane to catch. I left the key on the dresser, and I’ll
call in half an hour so someone can come set you loose.” She
picked up a bag by the door and slung the strap across her body.

Her hand froze on the doorknob, and
she turned and blew him a kiss. “I’ll see you in
Malaysia, Max.” The door closed quietly behind her.

Max stared at the door, then groaned
and let his head fall back to the bed. Thinking with his cock had
gotten him into trouble in the past, but this took the prize for
sheer idiocy. Of course, now he
knew
what she was capable of when backed into a corner...

Which meant he had just about a half
an hour to plot the perfect revenge.

Your ass is mine, Polly Cassidy.

THE END

About the Author

How do you make a Moira Rogers? Take
a former forensic science and nursing student obsessed with
paranormal romance and add a computer programmer with a passion for
gritty urban fantasy. Toss in a dash of whimsy and a lot of caffeine,
and enjoy with a side of chocolate by the light of the full moon.

By
day, Bree and Donna are mild-mannered ladies who reside in the Deep
South. At night, when their husbands and children are asleep, they
combine forces to unleash the product of their fevered imaginations
upon the page. To learn more about this romance writing, crime
fighting duo, visit their webpage at
http://www.moirarogers.com
.
(Disclaimer: crime fighting abilities may appear only in the
aforementioned fevered imaginations.)

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