Page 21 of Bewitching Her Monsters
And my friends are probably wondering what the hell I’m doing with our enemy.
Hell, I’d like to know that too.
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SCRAMBLED
JADE
Maxum is probably the most unusual man I’ve ever met, and that’s saying something. He’s sexy and intense, but also sensitive. Why he hasn’t been snatched up by someone already is beyond me. But perhaps he’s just a player who dislikes being tied down. Or, maybe he likes totiepeople down and torture orgasms out of them. Maybe I’d lethimplay like that…
My mind ponders that kinky scenario for a lovely moment. My wrists and ankles are bound and stretched out. His dark, hungry gaze travels over my body as he calculates how he will make me beg for his cock. How long will he torment my nipples and clit before he gives in and wrecks my pussy?
“Jade?” he calls me as if he’s concerned.
Oh geeze, I switched to full fantasy-author mode, zoning out, my eyes likely glazed over. Can he hear my heart pounding in my clit?
“Sorry, author moment,” I joke.
He winks at me and opens the door to the cute little restaurant.
It’s fine if he’s only a fuckboy. This isn’t going any further than this awkward brunch, so I can play along for a while as he flirts.
We sit at one of the empty tables the server points us to. This place is nice and cozy, but not fancy. When I’m not feeling like cooking, which is more often than not, I come here or to the bar if it’s late and this place is closed.
I don’t need to look at their menu already sitting on the table since I’ve memorized it.
Maxum grins at me, giving me a blast of sexy heat with his perfect teeth. His perfectly white and oddly sharp teeth.
Why did I not notice that before? I must have been overwhelmed by his size and sculpted physique.
His gaze skims over the menu, and he sets it down. His elbows are on the tabletop. He rests his chin on his fists and leans forward. It could be taken as a feminine gesture, but somehow it’s all masculine. His corded forearms are huge and end in fists that look like they were made to bash skulls, but are just as ready to pull my hair as he shoves his cock down my throat.
I’m in danger of zoning out and writing a new scene in my head.
Moving my attention from his arms and fists, I look up at his handsome face. It doesn’t help my need to fantasize how he would be in bed.
Being caught in his intense gaze throws me off. His eyes are obsidian, with just the palest smokey quartz around his pupils. His raven-black hair is so glossy it seems fake.
And his skin has an undertone of crimson. When I write about his character, I’ll say he is a demon in disguise.
Alas, no, he’s just an unusual beauty. He likely has a bit of a sunburn under his deep tan and it was probably brought out from walking around the neighborhood this morning.
Breaking my reverie about my gorgeous companion, the server comes up. “Whatcha having today?”
I hand her my menu. “I’ll take a coffee and the Mad Scramble.”
Maxum raises his eyebrows slightly. Maybe he expected me to appear like I don’t have an appetite and order a cute little salad for brunch? Fuck that.
But I drop my hasty conclusion when he says, “The same for me. Thanks.”
I fiddle again with my protection pendant and study this guy as he goes right back to watching me.
“So, how did your friend lose his dog?” I ask.
“Oh, sometimes my friend just doesn’t think things through. And the gigantic beast got away from him.”
“He seems like a well-behaved dog otherwise.” Then I remember how he broke my picture frame. “If not a bit clumsy.”
