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“I told you.” I hand him a glass of juice that I’ve brought out as a chaser. He gulps it down and wipes his hand over his mouth.

“But could you taste the tongue?” Ava asks.

Ambrose glares at her, but the others laugh.

Ambrose drags a hand through his messy hair, making it jut out in every direction. The exertion at the cemetery has made it curlier than usual. “How long before the effects kick in?”

“It should be right away.” I twist my hands together. I know I brewed it properly. I’m an excellent potion maker. As someone who rarely finds the worth in themselves, that’s a fact that I know to be true. Still, worry about how this will affect Ambrose swims in my gut.

“I’ll give it a try.” Bram leans back, steepling his fingers like a conniving genius. “Tell me, in the eleventh grade when Greta Franklin showed up at my house in the middle of the night, is it because you told her I had a crush on her?”

Ambrose grimaces and spits out the word “yes” through gritted teeth. “I thought you were going to make me do somersaults or flash my ass. Not do a Q&A.”

Odie sets down her pool cue and sits on the back of the closest couch. “None of us want to see your ass,” she signs. “Well, maybe Piper does.” She grins at me, and I sigh.

“Oh, I’ve got one,” Roman says and nudges Bram. “Do you remember when someone puked at Jerome Takai’s party in eleventh grade and clogged the toilet? Was that you?”

“Yes. This is the worst,” Ambrose grumbles as he sinks down into his chair like he’s hoping the cushions will eat him.

“I knew it.” Bram throws his head back in laughter.

“I, for one, would really like to see you put on a sexy little outfit. Come down here and give us a fashion show,” Stellan says. “Go on. I need you to do that for us.”

“You guys,” I huff out. Ambrose is already getting up from his chair, mumbling under his breath. “What the fuck is a sexy outfit? I look fucking good in a suit. Is that really what you want to see, Stellan?”

“Stellan.” I shake my head at him.

“All right, fine, never mind. Forget that order. Why don’t you pinch your nipples instead.”

“How about everybody goes home. Let’s try to give Ambrose a little dignity while he does this enormous favor for me, please.” My jaw is clenched. I love my friends, but right now, I want to throttle the lot of them.

Roman stands, holding out his hand for Josephine. He pulls her up off the couch and smiles at me. “I just want you to know that we’re doing this for you, Piper. Ambrose deserves some shit.”

Ambrose is pinching his nipples. “What did I do?”

“Please stop doing that,” I tell him, and he drops his hands with a relieved sigh.

“You know what you did.” Bram points at Ambrose, then claps him on the back as he heads toward the front door.

“I want it known that I’m leaving unwillingly. I feel like we’re really missing out on a great opportunity here. But I love you, Piper. And I respect your wishes.” Stellan drops a kiss on the top of my head and he and Odie follow the others out of the house.

It feels almost unnaturally quiet now that it’s just me and Ambrose. We’ve been up all night, and the sun is about to rise. I’m feeling aches from the night, even though I barely held the shovel tonight.

“Only a little bit longer.” The spell said he’d have to obey commands until a new day began. Once the sun rises, he’ll be free. So will I.

Ambrose is back in his chair. Every time I look at this man, it surprises me. I get to touch him and sleep next to him. He sits and reads with me and watches horrible reality TV with me. And now he’s lounging in a chair, not even looking remotely human.

A slow smile creeps up Ambrose’s face. “Now that you’ve gotten rid of everyone else, what are you going to do with me for the next two hours?” Ambrose lifts one eyebrow and smirks at me.

I slowly climb into his lap, twining my arms around his neck.

Ambrose’s hands glide up my thighs, and he squeezes my ass.

He hums, his eyes drifting down my body and back up again.

I’m still in leggings and a sweater from our excursion earlier.

We could both use a shower, but I’m more interested in what Ambrose wants.

“This could be fun,” Ambrose says, as he works his hands beneath my sweater. His fingers are warm as they glide across my skin and up to my breasts. He pulls down the cup of my bra and brushes his fingers back-and-forth over my nipple until it’s pebbled and taut.

“What could be fun?” I ask, a little breathless.

“Maybe it’s your turn to tell me what to do.”

I laugh. “You want me to boss you around in the bedroom?”

“When will you ever have the opportunity again? Besides, we're not in the bedroom. We’re in the living room.”

I suck on my bottom lip and drag my fingers through Ambrose’s hair. His eyes go half lidded and his chin tips up. Lowering my head, I press a kiss along his jaw and whisper in his ear. “Take off your shirt.”

Ambrose grins as he pulls his hands away from my breasts and practically rips his shirt off.

“That command from you feels a lot nicer than obeying those other pricks.”

I drag my hands down his shoulders, scraping my nails through the dusting of hair on his chest over the rippling muscles of his abs. They contract as he sucks in a breath, and my fingers reach the waist of his pants.

“I thought you were supposed to be telling me what to do.”

“Take off my shirt.”

He pulls off my sweater, gently freeing my arms, and then my head. My hair tumbles down over my shoulder, and Ambrose wraps it in his fist.

“I love your hair.”

“I want your mouth on me,” I whisper as Ambrose uses my hair to tug my head back, forcing me to look him in the eye.

“Where?” His eyes burn with desire. He’s hard beneath me, and I unbutton his fly, my fingers grazing his stomach.

“My breasts.”

“Tell me.”

“Suck on my nipples.”

Ambrose unhooks my bra and throws it somewhere in the room. We’re just two lonely humans in this massive great room. There’s art older than the town of Mystic Hollow in here and a fireplace big enough to stand in, but I’ve never felt so close to anyone. So connected.

Ambrose’s mouth dips, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks over the flesh, his teeth gently scrape.

“Where else?” He releases my nipple long enough to ask and then sucks the other in his mouth.

I throw my head back and groan, “Between my legs.”

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do, Piper,” Ambrose growls, his hands clenching my hips as he gently rocks me against his erection.

“I want you to lick my pussy.” My cheeks heat, but I’m so turned on, I barely have room to be embarrassed.

Ambrose stands abruptly, his hands holding my ass as he carries me over to one of the couches. He lays me on my back and pulls off my pants in one swift move. His eyes never leave mine as he drops to his knees and then buries his head between my thighs.

“Oh hell,” I cry out as his warm tongue licks up from my entrance to my clit. He devours me until I’m a squirming, panting mess beneath his mouth. Everything is so wet and hot. I writhe under his attention, my pleasure building so quickly it’s like a fire burning out of control.

“Your fingers,” I moan as he sucks on my clit.

He lifts his head for long enough to speak. His voice rough and his eyes filled with need. “What do you want me to do with my fingers?”

“I want them inside me.”

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes,” I cry out.

“Tell me. Command me,” he growls against my pussy.

“Oh God. Ambrose, please make me come.” It’s not even a command. This started as a game where I commanded him, but he has all the control right now.

He crooks his finger and suck on my clit, and I come so hard I nearly blackout.

“Stop,” I pant out, but Ambrose keeps licking. I guess that wasn’t a command. “Stop,” I say again. This time with intention.

He immediately freezes, his eyes wide, but a grin on his wet lips. “What now?”

His pants are half open, and his dick is straining against the fabric of his boxers. I lick my lips, devouring the sight of this man. My husband. And I can do anything I want to him.

“Stand up.”

Ambrose gets to his feet, his eyes alight with curiosity. I slide off the couch and get on my knees in front of him.

“I want you to fuck my face.” My cheeks heat as the words in my head become a reality. Ambrose curses. He licks his lips, humming at the taste of me still in his mouth.

“That wasn’t a command, wife.” He gazes down at me, running his palm over the length of his rigid dick.

“Take off your pants.” I’m naked, kneeling at Ambrose’s feet, yet I’m the one with all the control. It’s possibly the sexiest I’ve ever felt. Ambrose kicks off his pants and stands in front of me. His dick rock hard.

I lean forward and lick the tip. Ambrose groans, his fingers driving into my hair. He tugs my head back, so I’m forced to look at him.

“Tell me what you want, Piper.”

“Fuck my face.”

The sound Ambrose makes as he presses into my mouth sends shivers down my spine. He starts slow, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth until it’s slippery and wet.

“Piper,” he groans. “Do you want me to come?” His hips piston, muscles flexing in his legs and his abs clenched.

I’m so turned on that my arousal is dripping down my thighs. I tear my head away and suck in a gasping breath. “No. Not yet. Fuck me. Come inside me.”

“Fucking Crone, Piper. You’re going to kill me.

” Ambrose lifts me off the floor and bends me over the arm of the couch.

He slams into me, and I cry out in pleasure.

His hips slap against my ass, and I’m lost to the sensation of him dominating me, regardless of who had the control when all this started.

I come, crying out as my release blasts through my body.

Ambrose pulls out, and I cry with the loss, but he’s not done with me yet.

He sits on the couch and drags me onto his lap.

I slide down onto his cock and roll my hips.

It doesn’t take long before another orgasm builds.

Ambrose has a hand buried in my hair and the other gripping my ass hard enough to bruise and I love it.

“Are you going to come again?” he growls, pulling my head down until our foreheads touch.

“Yes. Yes,” I pant as Ambrose snaps his hips, thrusting into me again and again.

Pleasure surges through my body, taking over every sense.

My orgasm goes on for so long that I don’t remember my name.

I think my soul has left my body, and he’s created some sort of magic spell that’s destroying me from the inside out.

Sparks like fireworks light up the room. Maybe I’m hallucinating.

“Kiss me.” The breathless command slips out, and Ambrose never even hesitates before his mouth closes over mine.

Kissing Ambrose is like nothing I have ever experienced.

I didn’t think a kiss could be so sensual and perfect, but his lips are soft and coaxing, and as his tongue drags over my mouth, I meet it with my own.

It feels as though every part of us is sealed together and my magic is exploding in my chest. It’s full of golden sparks that match the fireworks going off in the room.

Nothing has ever felt like this before. Ambrose snaps his hips, his rhythm stuttering, and then stilling as his orgasm barrels through him.

He breaks the kiss and sighs my name into my mouth.

His forehead presses to mine, and our breaths mingle as we breathe heavily.

My entire body is limp with pleasure. Ambrose slumps back on the couch, and I lay boneless on top of him. I’ve never felt so satiated and cherished in my entire life.

That must be why the words “I love you” slip out of my mouth. Ambrose groans and curses, his mouth dragging a scorching path up my neck.

He stiffens under my touch, breathing against my neck. “No. No.”

Ambrose pulls out and practically throws me off his body.

“Ambrose,” I whisper, suddenly feeling more naked and vulnerable than I ever have in my entire life.

“What did you do, Piper?” His eyes are wide, pure terror written over his face.

I grab a blanket off the back of the couch and wrap myself in it, shaking my head. “Ambrose.”

“No.” He holds up his hand. “Don’t say anything else. Don’t give me another command. Just don’t talk.”

I shrink back into the couch. Ambrose paces, completely oblivious to his nakedness as he drags his hand through his hair.

“Fuck, Piper, what did you do?” Ambrose sounds desperate as he grabs his jeans and shrugs them back on.

“I didn’t do anything.” My voice wobbles. I sift back through what happened. Why is he panicking? Is it because I said I loved him? I close my eyes as pain lances through my heart. I’ve never told another person I love them before. Well, my friends, but not like this.

Disappointment and embarrassment press down on me, a heavy weight on my heart, on my entire body.

What was I thinking? Of course Ambrose wouldn’t love me.

He’s the sun. He’s the life of the party.

I’m just some pathetic girl who’s been a tool her whole life.

The first hint of freedom and I’ve launched myself at my savior.

A tear slides down my cheek. I’m such a fool.