Shamelessly Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 2) (9 page)

I’d been questioning the wisdom of agreeing to let Trevor
bring me dinner since I’d sent the text, which was crazy. I’d stared at that
text for several minutes before sending it, and then I’d wanted to take it
back. I wanted Trevor here, but I didn’t want to deal with the questions from
the cast and crew on top of everything else I was dealing with. It had been
months since they’d seen Trevor essentially stalking me. He’d shown up with
dinners for me on multiple occasions back then. I’d kept him at arm’s length,
but people had still speculated that we’d been dating, and then they’d assumed
we’d had an ugly breakup.

What annoyed me most was that I should be working on script
rewrites, not worrying about what people would think about me dating Trevor, or
whatever it was we were doing. We hadn’t gone on a date. In fact, Trevor hadn’t
even mentioned dating, so I wasn’t sure how to explain it to others.

There was a knock at the door. “Come on in,” I called out,
expecting Trevor with dinner. Instead, Detective Giovanni entered the office,
looking tired but somewhat less annoyed than he had when we’d first met.

“Do you have a minute?” he asked.

“Sure,” I replied, since I hadn’t really been focusing on
work. Why bother pretending I was getting a lot done today?

“First, I want to apologize for my attitude when I got
here,” he began. “I’d also appreciate it if you don’t release any information
about the murder yet. I was able to find the family’s contact information, so
I’ll be heading over there now to speak to them.”

I nodded. “Let me know when we can announce it to the rest
of the cast and crew. I know you’ve spoken to some of them already, so it won’t
be long before it gets around.”

He nodded. “Your producer insisted you’re the best contact
here.”

“Because Leo’s an annoying little troll,” I grumbled,
earning me a chuckle from Detective Giovanni.

“Yes, he is,” the detective agreed. “You have my card,” he
began but stopped when my attention shifted.

Trevor stood in the doorway with a takeout bag, looking like
he wasn’t sure if he should come in, or if he should wait outside until I was
done with my meeting.

“Thanks for bringing dinner,” I told him with as warm a
smile as I could manage at the moment.

The way Trevor’s lips slowly curled up made my blood heat
and my body clench with desire. Funny how I’d thought having Trevor would make
me want him less. If anything, I wanted Trevor even more now that I knew how
good we were together.

The detective eyed Trevor, likely trying to decide if he
should have interviewed him about the murder.

“This is my friend, Trevor,” I told the detective. “He
doesn’t work on the show.”

The only reaction I got from Trevor about my introduction
was a raised eyebrow.
Friend
was probably not the best way to describe
him, but I had no idea what to call him at this point.

“I’ll let you get to your dinner.”

Trevor moved to the side and kept his eyes on the detective
as he exited the office. When we were alone, Trevor closed and locked the door.

“So, we’re friends now?” he asked, setting the bag on my
desk.

“I guess that’s a good way to describe us,” I replied with a
shrug. “Did you have another word you prefer?”

Trevor considered my words as he unloaded the bag. “I guess
it doesn’t matter what you call me as long as you’re in my bed every night.”
His words made the ache between my legs intensify.

Dressed in worn blue jeans and a grey t-shirt that was
stretched tight across his muscles, Trevor looked more relaxed than I was used
to seeing him. As a lawyer, he dressed professionally for work, and he’d mostly
visited me in his work clothes. At most, he’d stripped off the tie and jacket
before stopping by the studio. Today, I’d enjoyed seeing him in more casual
attire. It suited him better.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to fuck you
on your desk,” Trevor growled.

No bitchy reply came to mind. In fact, all I could think
about was how good it would feel to have Trevor inside of me. I’d never done it
on my desk. Sex at work had always seemed far too unprofessional, but this had
been one hell of a night, and I was feeling more emotional and needy than
usual. My gaze dropped to Trevor’s lips and then traced a leisurely path down
his body until I reached the growing bulge in his jeans. If I’d known how
impressive Trevor was before, I might not have waited this long to consider sex
on my desk.

“Fuck,” Trevor hissed when he faced me again, his eyes
darkened with desire.

This was what I wanted. No, this was what I
needed
.
Closing the distance between us, Trevor spun my chair so I was facing him, with
a perfect view of that huge bulge in his jeans. I licked my lips, just thinking
about his fantastic cock. One of Trevor’s hands appeared in front of my face,
and I took it, looking up to meet his gaze.

One thing I excelled at was saying the wrong thing. If
anyone was going to fuck up a moment, it was me, which was why I wasn’t
surprised that I felt the need to open my mouth at a time like this.

“Are you doing this to prove a point?” If I could have gone
back in time, I would have smacked myself before I could utter those words.

Trevor looked momentarily confused, so I decided to make
matters worse by explaining what I’d meant, even as part of my brain was
screaming at me to shut up. “Are you annoyed that I called you a friend instead
of telling the detective there’s something more between us? I mean, you said
you didn’t care, but it seemed to bother you when I said it.”

Trevor chuckled, not the reaction I’d expected. “I honestly
don’t care what you label us, Melina,” he murmured, cupping my cheek in one
hand. “The words you use don’t change what we are to each other.”

My lips parted, ready to say something else to screw things
up, when Trevor rescued me from myself with a kiss. His tongue slid past my
lips, making me moan. Trevor’s other hand moved around to tangle in my hair at
the back of my head as he explored my mouth. His hand moved from my cheek
before slipping under my shirt to cup one of my breasts.

“I’m going to fuck you because I can’t resist you.” Trevor’s
voice was rough with desire when he uttered those words against my lips.
“You’re an addiction, Melina, and all I can think about is getting another
taste of you. Do you want me in you?”

I nodded, and his hands moved to strip my shirt over my
head, leaving me in nothing but my lacy black bra, which I’d worn to impress
him when I got back to his house later. Leaning forward, Trevor sucked one of
my nipples into his mouth. The scrape of lace against my already sensitive
nipple made me whimper and clutch his hair to hold him in place. He took my cue
and sucked hard before biting down gently. Pinpricks of pleasure and pain shot
through my body, and I was amazed that my legs were still able to hold my
weight.

Releasing my nipple, Trevor looked up at me, while I was
still gripping his hair to hold him in place. There was no denying I was
shameless when it came to Trevor. “Are you wet for me, Melina?”

I nodded and shuddered with need.

“Show me,” he commanded, and I released his hair to stare at
him, not quite sure what he was asking for.

“Slip out of your pants and slide your fingers between your legs.
Let me taste how wet you are for me,” he crooned.

I nodded, and he stepped back, his eyes remaining on my
hands as I pushed my yoga pants and thong down my legs. Since I always took my
shoes off in my office, I didn’t need to worry about them, but before I could
kick out of my pants, Trevor’s hand wrapped around one of my wrists to stop me.

“On second thought, leave those around your ankles. You are
sexy as hell this way,” he rasped, his voice thick with arousal.

I nodded. Trevor’s attention returned to my fingers as I
slid them between my legs, skimming over my swollen clit and circling my
opening before sliding one finger in. My hand shook ever so slightly as I
pulled my finger out and held it near Trevor’s mouth. His tongue darted out,
running along my finger. A growl rumbled from his lips before Trevor dropped to
his knees in front of my desk, burying his tongue in my body, which wasn’t easy
with my pants still around my ankles. Clutching his hair, I bit my lower lip to
fight back my moan. Trevor’s tongue stroked the walls of my pussy, making me
quiver with need.

“We shouldn’t do this here.” My protest sounded weak, and
I’m not entirely sure I could have survived if Trevor had actually listened to
me and stopped. His tongue slid out of my body, but only to swirl around my
clit.

When my demon magic flared, I was thankful for the wards on the
office preventing it from lashing out at Trevor. Today had been stressful, and
my body’s current state of sexual abandon would only strengthen my demon magic,
which could be dangerous. The demon power erupted from my body and slid along
Trevor’s. Based on his moan, I was certain it wasn’t hurting him, and it made
me more confident that the wards would prevent that and allow me to completely
let go.

“Oh, Goddess,” I panted out. “That feels incredible. I need
you in me.”

“Would you really deny me the pleasure of having you come on
my mouth?” he murmured before teasing my clit.

All I could do was moan and grip his hair to try to bring
him closer. I was too far gone to fight. I needed to come now, needed Trevor’s
touch. My legs spread more to give him better access, and I writhed and panted
as his tongue swirled around my clit in maddeningly light strokes. When I was
about to beg him for more, two fingers slid into me, and he let out a hiss as
my body clamped down on his fingers. It amazed me how Trevor knew just the
right way to touch me. As his fingers curled to hit a spot inside of me that
nearly made me scream, he sucked my clit into his mouth, and his magic flowed
out, sliding along my demon magic. I felt overwhelmed with pleasure as he
touched me both physically and metaphysically, and it wasn’t long before I was
screaming and clawing at Trevor’s back through his shirt as I came hard.

When my spasms slowed, Trevor removed his fingers, stood,
and spun me so I was facing the desk. Then I felt his palm make contact with my
ass, the stinging slap sending vibrations though my pussy and making it spasm
more when Trevor thrust into my body from behind.

There was nothing sweet or gentle about our joining, which
worked perfectly since I didn’t want sweet or gentle. Trevor fucked me with a
ferocity that matched my need for him. His body slammed into mine, over and
over again. One of his hands reached forward to tug at my hair, sending a
delicious thrill through my body.

“Look at me,” Trevor growled, tugging harder on my hair,
making me moan with pleasure.

When I met Trevor’s fierce expression, my second orgasm hit
even harder than the first. I screamed and arched my back, pressing against
Trevor as he slammed into my body so hard I wondered if I’d have bruises on my
ass later, not that I’d mind having that reminder of our office sex. Finally,
Trevor let out a guttural groan as he ground against my body, still holding my
hair tightly so I couldn’t look away.

Trevor’s eyes closed tightly, and his clenched jaw relaxed
as his own intense climax caused his dick to twitch inside my body.

When Trevor released my hair, his lips curled into a slow,
sexy smile, which is when my brain started working again.

“Fuck! You didn’t wear a condom.”

I chuckled at Melina’s panicked expression and slid out of
her body before removing the used condom, tying it off, and wrapping it in
tissue so no one would notice it in the trash.

“I can’t tell you how much I love hearing that you were so
into what we were doing that you didn’t even notice me putting on a condom,” I
told her.

I hadn’t planned to seduce Melina in her office, despite how
it looked, but I wasn’t stupid enough to show up without a condom. While I’d
love to get Melina pregnant eventually, I knew that would screw things up this
early in our relationship, regardless of how good a match we were. Besides, I
wanted to enjoy some time alone with my witch before we started a family,
something I had no doubt we would do.

Melina got her clothes back in order and cleared her throat.
There was a flush to her cheeks, thanks to our recent activities. She was so
fucking beautiful, she took my breath away.

“I can’t believe we did that in my office,” Melina remarked,
looking back at her desk.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, running a hand through my messy hair. I
wasn’t sure if I’d just fucked up. I hated that feeling, and it was another
thing I’d never experienced with any other witch.

“Why are you apologizing?” Melina asked, sounding annoyed.

I gestured to the spot on her desk where I’d fucked her.
“This. You know, coming into your office and practically attacking you.”

“Attacking me?” she asked. “Listen, Trevor, I get that
you’re kind of an ass, but you must have noticed that I’m more powerful than
you are.”

One corner of my mouth kicked up. “Yeah, I noticed you’re a
badass. I didn’t mean literally attacking you. I meant, being forceful with my
seduction attempts.”

“I realize you think your dick is some massive weapon of
seduction,” she began.

I let out a startled bark of laughter. “Massive weapon of
seduction? Are you saying my dick is big?”

“You don’t need any ego stroking,” she insisted. “There is
no way in hell you thought your dick was anything less than huge. You’re also
well aware of the fact that witches spontaneously ovulate when you walk into a
room.”

This time, I let out a full-bellied laugh when Melina’s
cheeks darkened as she realized what she’d said.

“Don’t be an ass, Trevor,” she ordered, giving me a stern
look.

I gripped her waist and pulled her against my chest. “Did
you spontaneously ovulate when I walked into your office?”

“Probably,” she replied, pressing her lips together in an
obvious effort to hold back her laughter. “That would certainly explain my
behavior.”

“How’s that?” I asked, nuzzling her neck, not at all surprised
to feel my dick growing in my pants again. Too bad I’d only brought one condom.

“Women are hornier when they ovulate,” she replied
matter-of-factly, and pushed at my chest. Since she wasn’t putting much effort
into pushing me away, I decided to ignore her efforts and run my tongue along
her pulse, enjoying the way she shuddered.

“You taste good,” I rasped out.

Melina moaned, and the hands that had been pushing on my
chest were now clutching the material on my t-shirt. “We are not doing this
again,” was her weak protest.

My brain was working hard to convince my dick that there
would be no more office sex tonight. Pulling back from her so my dick wouldn’t
win the argument, I looked down at my pants. “No sex. I only brought one
condom.”

Melina laughed again. “Are you talking to your dick?”

“Yes, but he’s not listening,” I admitted. “We’ve explained
your horniness, because I apparently possess the ability to make women ovulate.
Can you help me figure out why I’m always horny around you?”

“Because you’re a guy, and you’re always horny,” she stated,
and I might have been annoyed if not for her teasing smile.

“Only around you,” I told her, before pointing to the food.
“Let’s eat,” I suggested, needing to stop thinking about how much I wanted her
again. It was bad enough I’d decided to wear jeans. I was beginning to think I
needed to wear sweatpants around Melina.

“We should hurry so you can get home to Mr. Whiskers and I
can finish working,” she said.

“I left Mr. Whiskers with Dylan’s mom so I wouldn’t have to
drop your food and rush back home.” Then I had a sudden thought. Maybe I’d
overstepped my bounds by dropping her familiar off at a sitter without checking
with her first. “I should have asked you before I did that.”

“Yeah, but I’ll forgive you, since it smells like you
brought Italian food,” she replied.

“Lasagna,” I told her, and unloaded the bag with the lasagna
and garlic bread. “I got it from the witch run Italian place on Broadway, so
the food’s in spelled containers to keep it warm.”

“Nothing for you?” she asked.

“I’ll have some garlic bread, but I ordered pizza right
after you left,” I admitted.

“You’re spoiling my familiar, aren’t you?” she asked, and
while her tone was stern, her eyes held a fondness I loved seeing there.

“I just wanted pizza,” I insisted. “Eat your food and then
I’ll leave so you can work.”

“Thank you, Trevor,” she said with a shy smile. “You’ve been
really sweet.”

Things hadn’t gone perfect, but I was definitely counting
our first day as a success.