Enforcer Ensnared by Elizabeth Lapthorne Page B

fingers delved deeper, between the crack of her ass, until the pad of one finger managed to
stroke over the tightly puckered opening of her hidden hole.
    The faint hum that
emanated from Ange sounded laden with curiosity and
perhaps pleasure. Whichever, Blade could not detect anything to make him think
this particular advance was unwelcome. The sounds came from deep in her throat,
a rolling tone that urged him cautiously on.
    Blade explored further,
stroking his finger over and around the tight entrance. This resulted in a low,
decadently dragged out moan. From previous erotic interludes, Blade had no
doubt this particular sound expressed only the most pleasurable of sensations
in his witch.
    Scooting closer to his
beloved on the bed, Blade had to admit to a whole new barrelful of curiosities.
He was intrigued despite their lack of time, and all
thoughts of making their brunch meeting with Jarred and an exchange of critical
data flew out of his mind. Here and now a whole new vista of potential was laid
bare before him.
    Was his delightful and
bewitching Ange truly showing him that she was open
to anal sex? The decadent intimacy opened a completely different form of play
to that in which they had been dabbling during their recent sexual odysseys.
    His finger probed gently,
but only the very faintest tip. Ange wriggled her
hips back enticingly, her ass grinding into his hand as not even half an inch
of his finger pressed into the tight opening. Ange murmured gentle encouragement, obviously willing, and Blade felt his breath
hitch and catch in his throat.
    All thoughts of leaving
the bed were banished from his mind and he found himself uncaring if they
missed their rendezvous with Jarred, or a hundred other things to come. Ange cupped her breasts and massaged the pert peaks for a
moment as Blade continued to stroke around her tightly puckered entrance.
    His mouth bone dry, Blade
weighed the options of how to take this further as he gently removed the tip of
his finger from her ass and began again to caress the furled bud.
    “You sure know how to
wake a girl up,” she commented, clearly amused. Blade bent down and sucked the
lobe of her ear.
    “ Mmm ,”
he muttered huskily, his voice thick with arousal and need. “And you sure know
how to distract a wizard. That ass of yours, the way you were grinding into me
as I played. It makes me glad I bought this new lube we can try out. I—”
    “You know we have to make
this meeting,” Ange reminded him throatily.
    Blade took a deep, long
breath as he realized that while his witch still held definite interest in
their lusty intimacy, now was not the time.
    “I don’t see you opening
your eyes or racing me to the shower,” he purred, torn between wanting to talk
his witch into staying in bed with him and knowing their duty.
    Ange rolled over onto her back, her eyes
opening and flashing blue fire at him as she grinned widely.
    “All right ,” she sighed her capitulation. “I’ll get up.”
    Blade attempted to paste
an innocent smile on his face, not sure the look would be very believable.
    “Did I disturb your
sleep?” he teased. Ange grinned at him, let her hand
thread around the back of his skull to draw him down for a quick kiss.
    “Disturb my sleep?” she
repeated. “Yes, you damn well did, as you well know. Disturb me ? No, you
didn’t. I’ll grab a quick shower. You can put the coffee on.”
    Blade watched as Ange threw the covers back and climbed from the bed. Naked
and utterly enchanting, she stretched, threw him a saucy look and padded over
to the bathroom.
    “ Ange ,
we’re heading to a cafe—you sure you want my instant crap when you can have the
real thing in under an hour?” he checked before she entered the tiled room.
    Ange snickered and threw him a
disbelieving look. “If you expect me to have any sense of
civility and coherence after a few hours’ sleep with no coffee, you’re
dreaming, Bradley . As long as it’s hot and fresh I don’t care