“Are you superstitious?”
“No.” He caressed her breast, loving the way she subtly rocked her hips against him. “I make my own magic.”
He suckled her bottom lip, ready to kiss her again.
“Let me show you.”
He tightened his arm around her waist and her dark brown eyes appeared almost obsidian in the shadows of the room.
“So, you don’t believe in bad luck?”
“Not at all.” He pulled back a little to study her beautiful face. “Are you second guessing this little tryst?”
“Not at all. I’m glad our paths crossed...”
He chuckled as she drew out her last word. “Jacque. I’m glad our paths crossed to...”
Jacque was convinced her smile was a bit of magic too as she slid her hand between them to caress him.
“Are you bad luck, Cat?”
She lifted up on his lap, held his gaze while guiding his cock into her and Jacque decided her answer didn’t matter.
“Not if you don’t believe,” Cat whispered in his ear.
©2012 Nichelle Gregory