Moira Rogers: That Old Black Magic

He thrust up to meet her, his hips pushing up hard enough to lift her knees from the bed. He caught her lower lip between his teeth and did it again, desperate to bury himself in the wet, slick heat of her body, to push her over that edge again so fast and hard she couldn’t think of anyone else.

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.