The Lying, the Witch, and the Werewolf (Down & Dirty Supernatural Cleaning Services Book 4) by Kate Quinn (uplifting books for women .txt) 📗

redips the stick and takes a second taste. “I’m getting some faint off-note, right at the end…” he says, sorta smacking his lips together like people who are really pretentious about tasting wine like to do.

“What is it?” I ask, watching his face closely. It’s so weird to see him with two eyes. I prefer the sexy pirate look he usually sports, but there is something about this blonde, two-eyed Nico. I want him. I want him right here on the floor.

I come to my senses, grab the spoon from him, and shovel more chocolate into my mouth. For whatever reason, I need something in me right now and chocolate seems like the safer choice.

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. Maybe nothing, but…” He dips his stick into the chocolate again, trying to ladle as much as he can onto it like it’s a spoon. “I think there’s some sort of magic at work here. I have incredible self-control but I want to lap up this chocolate like a frat boy attached to a beer bong.” As if to prove his point, Nico shoves the chocolate into his mouth.

“Let’s split up and keep looking,” I suggest.

It’s all I can do to tear myself away from him. It’s like my feet are stuck to the floor. What is with me? Is it just this place? Why am I having a vision of Nico bending me over a vat and doing me from behind while I lap up chocolate sludge?

God, that sounds amazing.

I cough, turn on my heel, and head to the left as Nico goes right, sweeping the factory. I quickly zero in on stacks of boxes near the back door labelled, HF RALLY.

Holy shit. I don’t know that I’m thrilled to be proven right or not. I pull open the flaps to discover it’s packed with candy bars similar to the one that Kama gave me, but the printing on the wrapping is different. There’s no mention that these are made with real humans. Instead, they say VOTE FOR HUMANS FIRST!

“Nico!” I call. “I found something.”

“Me too,” he answers, his voice grim.

“Come here and I’ll show you mine first, then you can show me yours,” I answer, and a little giggle escapes. Really, Paige? Really?

Nico is almost immediately beside me, emerging silently from the gloom.

“Okay,” he says, his hand landing on my lower back. “Show me yours.”

“I will,” I respond, my voice low and husky. “This is gonna blow. Your. Mind.” My hands are on Nico’s chest and with each word I rub him up then down, each time letting my hands go a little lower. “Or maybe blow something else…” I add, my hands grazing the tops of his briefs.

Both of his hands come around me, jerking my body against his. “You have too many clothes on,” he says.

“I know,” I agree, my hands still roaming across his wonderful hot skin. “I need to get them off. I need to feel your body against mine—I desire you,” pops out of my mouth. What is happening to me? I would never in a million years admit I wanted to have sex with Nico, especially not to Nico!

In clear agreement, Nico grabs the front of my shirt, filling two fistfuls with it and then jerks it, tearing the thin cotton apart.

“Holy crap that was hot,” I say, panting now with how badly I need Nico. I glance down at the remains of my shirt. One of my favorite shirts, actually…

With a shriek, I leap away from Nico. “What is going on here?” I pull the sides of my shirt back together, covering my chest. “We’re acting like we’re…” My gaze moves from Nico to the vat of chocolate, the taste of it still rich on my tongue. “Drugged.”

“That’s what I was coming to show you,” Nico says, his voice still low with barely leashed tension. Holding something out in his hand, he takes a step forward as if to bring it to me, but then stops. Releasing a snort of laughter, he crumples the thing and tosses it to me. I grab it out of the air and then unfold what I realize is another candy wrapper. This one doesn’t match Kama’s or the ones in the box; instead it has a cartoon of a Popeye-type sailor. SEAMAN’S CHOCOLATE, the label reads.

I look at Nico. “Is this a pun? Are they using sweet innocent puns and cartoon sailors to push—” I sputter for a moment, unable to get the words out. Partially because I’m upset but also because my eyes just caught sight of Nico’s massive boner and now I’m having trouble focusing on anything else.

“I think the chocolate is making us...horny,” he says. “I desire you too, Paige.”

“It’s incubus semen!” I shout. “They love the stuff here! It’s on all the tables in the dining room instead of salt.”

“Right, I noticed that,” Nico responds. “But you’ve experienced the effects of the incubus spunk before and it doesn’t feel like this. Like…” Nico trails off and as he does drifts closer to me as if his feet are moving from some force he has no control over. And then I’m moving too, drawn to him, needing to be closer, to just touch him—

“AUGH!” Nico turns on his heel, stalks to the wall and punches a fist into it.

“That help?” I ask.

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Clenching my own hands into fist, I cross them over my chest. The first time I was drugged with Incubus semen, every time I touched another living being, I orgasmed. It didn’t matter who it was.

He’s right, though, this does feel different. That made me feel like my every nerve ending was a live wire. Just rubbing my own legs against each other sent me off into waves of bliss. This isn’t like that. Crossing my arms, feeling them press against my breasts, doesn’t make me see fireworks.

But this, how I feel right now...Instead of feeling like someone turned me into an orgasm machine, I just feel