Melina

Talk? We needed to talk? My whole body was on fire, and he wanted to talk? My brain finally caught up with what we were doing, and I pushed him away.

“Get me off. Ugh! I mean, get off of me,” I stammered, taking several steps back.

Rather than looking angry at my bitchy attitude, Trevor’s lips curled into a cocky grin. “Don’t worry. Once we’re done talking, I’ll get you off at least a dozen times.”

“No getting off!” I snapped.

“Then you want me back on you?” he feigned confusion.

“Save your man-whore charm for some other witch.” I accompanied my words with a scathing glare. “You are not seducing me, and you are certainly not getting me off today.”

Trevor chuckled. “I hate to be the one to burst your bubble, but if I hadn’t decided to slow things down, my tongue would already be between your legs, making you scream my name.”

“Well, this has been a nice talk,” I told him, grabbing my purse and shoes before heading to the door. As my hand reached for the knob, Trevor pressed a palm against the door and leaned into my body, caging me in. His warm breath caressed my ear, making me shudder and drop my purse and shoes.

“I make you nervous,” Trevor said softly. “You’re afraid to be alone with me, afraid to talk about what you feel for me. You’re afraid to admit how much you want me.”

He was right, but that’s not what I said. “Could you stop pressing your dick against my back?” I hissed.

“There’s my bitchy Melina,” he murmured against my ear. “I’ve missed that about you.”

“You’ve missed me being bitchy?” I asked with a laugh, trying hard not to lift up onto my tiptoes and press against Trevor’s erection.

“It’s like foreplay with you. You’re acting like a bitch because being near me turns you on, and it makes you want me more.” The sensation of Trevor’s hot breath against the back of my neck had me fighting back a moan. I had to stay strong because I knew Trevor was waiting for any weakness he could pounce on.

Instead of moaning, I snorted. “I’m acting like a bitch because I don’t like being manhandled by some asshole man-whore warlock.”

Trevor chuckled again, and I wanted to hate that sound. I knew if I turned around, I’d find some annoyingly arrogant smirk on his face. What pissed me off most was that I loved that smirk. I loved all the naughty things it did to my body.

“You think I’m a man-whore, Melina?” he asked.

“That is the term for a man who fucks any woman who’ll spread her legs, right?” I asked, being intentionally crude to remind myself that I was just a piece of ass Trevor couldn’t have. I was nothing more than the woman who’d turned him down.

The problem with my argument was that if Trevor were really a man-whore who was only after me because I’d turned him down, I might have given in months ago. I was not the romantic type, waiting for Mr. Right to come along and sweep me off my feet. While there were many reasons I couldn’t get involved with a warlock, I liked sex, and I had no doubt Trevor knew what he was doing. A night with Trevor would undoubtedly be phenomenal, but Trevor Dupree didn’t do one-night stands; he did relationships, ones that ended about two weeks after they started. Trevor wasn’t chasing after me because he wanted to fuck me; Trevor believed I could be his happily ever after. That thought was depressingly laughable. I wasn’t anyone’s happily ever after.

Trevor bent his knees slightly to press his erection against my ass, and my brain short-circuited. Holy fuck! That thing was big. No, big did not do it justice. I was suddenly having less trouble understanding why so many witches had worshipped at the altar of Trevor’s cock. If he knew how to use that thing as well as the rumors indicated, there should be a monument built for Trevor’s dick. My tongue involuntarily darted out to lick the crease of my lips, and I shuddered when I tasted Trevor on my mouth. I needed to stop thinking about Trevor’s dick.

“Answer me, Melina,” he commanded before nipping the back of my neck.

“Sorry,” I said, somewhat embarrassed by my reaction.”I didn’t catch any of that.”

Trevor groaned. “You’re driving me crazy. What I said was that I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve tried, but I wake up hard and aching from dreaming about you.”

This time, I couldn’t stop the moan. Still, I struggled to get myself under control—not an easy task with Trevor so close to me.

“You’re only interested in me because I turned you down,” I argued. “If you had me, you’d be ready to move on to the next witch.”

“Do you honestly think one time with you would be enough?” he asked, sounding amused.

“Of course not,” I began. “I don’t know what I was thinking. You have a two-week cycle with witches, isn’t that right? You’re obsessed for a couple of weeks, maybe even a month, before you get bored and move on to the next witch. One night might not be enough. You might need up to fourteen before you’re done with me.”

“Care to test that theory?” he asked in a sexy purr that vibrated against the back of my neck.

That was the irritating thing about being horny; my mind turned to mush when I was thinking about how good it would be to have Trevor buried inside of me. “What did you have in mind?” I heard myself ask, and I could almost feel the trap being sprung.

“You spend the next month with me,” he began in a rough voice. “You spend that month in my house, in my bed, every night,” he murmured, and my legs were trembling from arousal caused by the images his words evoked. “If, at the end of that time, I’m bored and ready to move on, I promise to leave you alone.”

I let out an irritated huff. “That is the stupidest bargain I’ve ever heard. Basically, you want me to give you what you want.”

“What we both want,” he corrected. “You’re just too stubborn to admit it. What I have in mind is more along the lines of a bet.”

“A bet?” I asked.

“Exactly,” he replied. “Tell me what you want if you win.”

“Fine,” I agreed with a sweet smile. “When I win, you will not only leave me alone, you’ll get I am a man-whore tattooed on a body part of my choosing.”

Trevor laughed. “You’ve got a deal, but you have to agree to my part of the wager first.”

“Name your terms,” I told him confidently.

“Since your terms are two-part, I think it’s only fair that mine be two-part, don’t you agree?” he asked.

“No problem. Just tell me what you want,” I demanded because I needed some breathing space to think about what I was about to agree to. A month living with Trevor? I must have lost my mind to even consider something like that.

“When I win, you agree to take an affinity test with me,” he began.

My hesitation was for good reason. Even though I didn’t believe there was a chance of Trevor winning, I’d warned Allie about betting things she wasn’t willing to lose. An affinity test was a very serious thing with witches and not something you did without a lot of consideration. Then I had to wonder why I was worrying about taking the affinity test when I knew Trevor couldn’t live with me for a month. At least, I didn’t think he could.

“Why the hesitation, honey?” he pushed. “Are you starting to realize I’m going to win this bet? Are you ready to accept the inevitable?”

“I have accepted the inevitable, which is why I know you’ll be bored with me long before the end of the month,” I insisted. “Fine, we have a bet.”

“I’m not done,” he told me. “Remember this is a two part bet.”

“What else do you want?” I asked.

“You’ll stay with me after the thirty days,” he replied.

“Stay with you?” I asked. “For how long?”

“If I win the bet, we take the affinity test and you move in with me,” he stated. “No timelines, just you living with me.”

“You want me to bet my freedom?” I asked.

“I’m not talking about putting you in prison.” Trevor sounded annoyed.

“I’m not sure why I’m worrying about clarification since we both know you can’t win this bet. I agree to your terms.”

“Good,” Trevor said, spinning me to face him. “Then we should definitely seal the deal with a kiss.”

Before I could respond, Trevor claimed my mouth in a kiss that nearly made my knees buckle.