Bewitch Me - A Halloween Collection by Lily Rede Page B

him next, plagued with thoughts of broomsticks and toadstools.
    But…his blood heated whenever he caught a glimpse of her, and two days ago, he headed out for a jog just in time to see her opening the door to find the paper, dressed only in a tight cami and worn little shorts. By the time he reached the elevator, Trent was hard as a rock.
    And it wouldn’t go away.
    How was a man supposed to concentrate on work, pre-nups, and marriage when he was basically a walking hard-on?  It was all her fault. She’d obviously cast some sort of spell on him, maybe as punishment for him looking so horrified when she announced that she was an unnatural mistake of Nature. OK, that was harsh, but the only images he had of witches were creepy, vindictive, and fictional. And now he could add crazed glitter bombers to his list of characteristics, but whatever.
    He couldn’t stop thinking about her. He couldn’t sleep. His only moments of relief came when he caved to the urge to jerk off to images of sinking between her thighs, into her mouth, or her hand. Dropping his jacket and mail on the front table in his apartment, Trent looked down at the bulge in his pants and frowned. This couldn’t go on.
    She has to make it stop.
    Before he even realized it, he was out the door and across the hall, knocking firmly. He winced at the sight of the doormat that read, “Life’s a Witch,” and looked down the hallway, anxious. Trent had left his jacket inside, and the last thing he needed was one of the neighbors to see him sporting enough wood to build a log cabin. Trent frowned at the softly lit hallway.
    When you marry Nicole, you’ll have to move.
    It had occurred to him before, but now that it was imminent, the idea left a sour taste in his mouth. But there was no way Nicole would agree to live in a building like this. Trent was surprised at how sad that thought made him. He’d always appreciated its warmth and character.
    The door opened, and Isabella’s eyes widened at the sight of him.
    Trent scowled. She was in another cami and a pair of sleep shorts, no bra. His cock jerked.
    “Do you always answer the door half-dressed?”
    She started to answer, and then noticed his big, throbbing problem.
    “Yeah,” he growled, “You’re going to take care of that.
     
    ISABELLA FLASHED HOT AND cold, confronted with a large, pissed off, hugely aroused Trent Langley standing in her doorway, determined to make her –
    “What?”
    Trent pushed past her and closed the door behind them.
    “Whatever you did, undo it.”
    “I didn’t do anything.”
    Trent pointed to the bulge in his pants.
    “This is not normal.”
    “Is it…bigger…than usual, or something?” Isabella ventured, unclear what the problem was.
    It looks fine to me. SO fine.
    “It’s the same size it always is,” Trent gritted out, “The problem is – ”
    He stopped abruptly as Inkblot the black cat twined himself around Isabella’s ankles, keeping a wary eye on the intruder. Trent backed up a step.
    “Just a cat,” she promised him, trying not to laugh, “Familiars are too high maintenance for me. They need lots of attention.”
    She picked him up for a cuddle, and felt a curl of heat as Trent’s eyes lingered on the creature snuggled against her breasts.
    Don’t forget, he thinks you’re a monster, Isabella.
    Isabella sighed.
    “What exactly can I do for you, Mr. Langley?”
    “I’ve been hard for two days,” he growled, “I can’t stop thinking about you, and when I jerk off, I’m hard again in seconds. Seconds. It isn’t natural. So, whatever hex you cast, stop it right now.”
    Isabella put Inkblot down to glare at her neighbor.
    “Oh, you think just because I’m a witch, I go around hexing people who act like bigoted jerks? I wish!”
    “Lady, I am not fooling around! My engagement is about to go through, and you’re not going to ruin it with your witchy sex games. I don’t want to think about you, naked or clothed or at all.”
    “Go through?