“Yeah?” he murmured, kissing her throat.
“Yeah.” God, his mouth. His big muscular body over hers, his weight between her thighs. God. Just . . . god.
“I bet I can make you come without any of the fancy shit,” he said as he licked along the side of her throat. “Nothing but you, me, and my dick deep inside you.”
“That . . . sounds like a challenge.”
He chuckled against her skin. “You know me. I like a challenge.” And he thrust again, so hard it made her toes curl.
It turned out Edie liked a challenge, too.
It also turned out that indeed, all she needed was his cock deep inside her to come. Repeatedly.
***
Edie woke up several hours later with a pleasant ache between her legs, a man’s thigh tangled with her own, and the iron bar of a cock pressing against her backside. Sometime during the night, Magnus had stolen her pillow and most of the blankets, but somehow, that was all right with her. She curled up against his broad chest, feeling warm and, okay, well-fucked. Oblivious to her snuggling, Magnus snored on, and Edie started to drift back to sleep.
A knock at the door woke her up. “Edie?”
Shit. Bianca. She clutched at the blankets and stared in horror at her door. “Y-yes?”
Magnus mumbled something and rolled over, still caught up in sleep, and Edie pressed a hand to his mouth, silencing him.
Bianca rattled the doorknob to Edie’s room. Thank god. It was locked.
“What?” Edie yelled at her sister, trying to seem more like her normal grumpy self. “What do you want?”
“I’m just checking on you to see if you’re okay,” Bianca called through the door. “You left the party early.”
“I told you, I have a migraine,” Edie yelled back. “You’re not helping it!”
“Now I have one,” Magnus whispered against her hand. “Can you not scream in my ear?”
She pressed a finger to his lips but shifted in the bed so she wasn’t yelling in his face. “I’m fine, really. I’m just going to sleep for a bit longer.” Edie looked down at Magnus, who was gazing up at her with those sleepy green-gold eyes. God, he was pretty first thing in the morning. As if he could follow the train of her thoughts, he pulled her against him, dragging her forward until her breasts were in his face. Then, he took a nipple between his lips and began to suck. A strangled noise escaped Edie.
“You want some headache meds or something?” Bianca asked through the door. “I can run to the store and get you some chicken-noodle soup if you want. Or if you want a heating pad, I can give you mine. Or—”
“I’ll give you heat,” Magnus murmured against her breast.
“I’m fine,” Edie barked again. There was a wobble in her voice, thanks to the damn man nibbling on her breast and making her crazy. Her fingers went to his mouth again to shush him, and he began to suck on her finger, his own sliding between her legs to her pussy.
Oh Jesus. This man did not play fair.
“I’m, uh, just going to sleep for a few more hours,” Edie called out as Magnus began to finger her clit. She bit down on her lip, stifling the whimper that threatened to escape.
His mouth released her finger and went back to her breast, and her eyes nearly rolled back in her head from the pleasure. Magnus pushed her back on the bed and began to kiss his way down her belly, all the while his fingers sliding through the slick folds of her sex. The man was an absolute hornball in the morning, it seemed . . . and she couldn’t complain a bit. Not when she was the recipient of these things.
“The party was good, by the way,” Bianca called out. “It went on until way late last night. I swear, I think Gretchen and Hunter know every billionaire in New York State.”
“T-that’s nice,” she replied as Magnus parted her folds with his fingers and exposed her clit, then gave her a wicked look before his mouth descended on her. Edie’s back arched and she bit down on one of her knuckles, trying to stifle her cries.
Oblivious to things, Bianca went on about the party and some of the dresses, and a few of the people she’d met last night, and the toast that Brontë had given that involved a quote from a philosopher and wasn’t Gretchen’s friend Cooper just the nicest man? He owned a series of coffee shops that he was partnering with Hunter on, and on and on she went while Magnus threw Edie’s legs over his shoulders and proceeded to eat her out, oblivious to her sister’s rambling on the other side of the door. Edie grabbed her pillow and pushed it over her own face, muffling her whimpers lest Bianca realize she wasn’t alone in her room.
“Did you know one of the neighbors has a Maserati?” Bianca called through the door. “It’s parked in our space. I had to park down a few spaces. I—”
“I don’t care,” Edie screamed into the pillow, even as the first wave of orgasm ripped through her. Oh god, how was Magnus so damn good with his mouth? “Go away, Bianca!”
“Fine,” Bianca said in her hurt little-girl voice. “I’ll just . . . you know, go to the store and get some soup. Bye.”
“Bye,” Edie choked out as Magnus thrust his tongue into her core, making her legs tense and quiver as the orgasm went on and on. A moment later, Magnus climbed on top of her, looking smugly pleased with himself, mouth gleaming wetly. He pressed a kiss to her mouth that tasted of her own musk, and she was such a limp noodle from pleasure that she didn’t even care.
“You always taste so damn good,” Magnus whispered as he reached over her and pulled a condom off her nightstand.