Trevor

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.