Easy Magic (Boudreaux #5)

“That must cost you a fortune in airline tickets,” I say, immediately overthinking it the way I always do.

“We have a company jet,” he replies with a smile. “I can travel pretty much anywhere on the planet at the snap of my fingers.”

“Of course.” I’m a moron. He may be just a normal man with me, but Beau Boudreaux is filthy rich and a powerful man in our community. Of course he has a private jet.

“I want you to go with me,” he says, completely stunning me.

“Excuse me?”

“I’d like for you to join me in Miami, and once my business is finished Thursday afternoon, we’ll spend the weekend there. Or, near there.”

I blink at him for several moments.

“You want me to leave in two days.”

“Yes.” He takes a sip of his coffee, as if he just asked me to go to the movies with him.

“I have a business to run,” I remind him, already trying to figure out how I can make it work.

“When was the last time you took a vacation?”

“I was twenty-two.” I smile, remembering the trip Lena and I took right after college. “Lena and I went to Paris. It was Miss Sophia’s gift to us for graduating from college.”

“Well, I’d say you’re overdue then,” he says. “We’ll be back by Monday evening.”

“I guess I can ask Shelly to cover for the weekend, and Lena can help her too.”

“Is that a yes?”

I smile and nod, not bothering to cover my excitement. “As long as Shelly isn’t sick or dead, yes.”

“I will fervently pray for Shelly’s well-being,” he says. “Now, let’s get back to your place. I have plans for you and that scarf.”

I laugh, slipping my hand into his as we walk back to the shop, and to my car.

“What should I pack for this weekend?”

“It’s hot in Florida.”

“That doesn’t help me. Will there be swimming?”

“Probably.”

“Will we be going out to dinner?”

“Definitely.”

“What else will we be doing?”

He thinks about this for a moment. “Boating, sitting on the beach, shopping. Pretty much anything you want to do.”

“Oh, the beach!”

“I guess the beach is high on our priority list.”

“I love the beach,” I reply. “I need to go shopping tomorrow for a new bathing suit.”

“Now we’re talking.”

I snort, and he scowls down playfully. “What? I love your body.”

“And only you know why.”

“Remind me later that we need to work on your self-esteem.”

“No, we don’t. I’m not shy around you. You’re attracted me, that’s obvious. And I’m happy that you are. But I’m a woman, so I see the flaws.”

“You’re a human being, sugar. We all have flaws.”

“You don’t. At least, not physical ones.”

He shakes his head and chuckles. “I’m happy you think so. But my arms could use some more definition.”

“I like your arms.”

“See? We’re attracted to each other. No need to question it. I say we just enjoy it.”

“Good plan.” He’s a smart man.

***

The drive home has taken forever. We took his car, leaving mine at the shop, because Beau will spend the night, and he’ll just give me a ride to work in the morning. He hasn’t stopped touching me. He’s dragged his fingers up and down my thigh, held my hand, then returned to my thigh.

I’m so hot and bothered, I could fry an egg on my chest.

I have the scarf in my fist, holding on with a death grip, excited to see what he has in store for us.

Sex with Beau is never boring.

Finally, we pull into my driveway, and he leads me calmly to the front door, waits patiently as I unlock it and walk inside, and the next thing I know, the door is shut and I’m pinned against it, my arms above my head, and Beau’s face pressed to my neck, kissing and biting me like a man starved.

“You smell so fucking good,” he growls against my ear, sending shivers down my entire body. “You look at me and I’m hard. You smile at me and I want to do exactly this to you, no matter where the fuck we are.”

He pulls us away from the door and up the stairs to my bedroom, strips me naked in a flash of flying colors, then grabs the blue scarf, and with lust in his eyes, he slowly urges me back to the bed.

“Not yet,” he says as I move to lie down. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready for that.”

I cock a brow. “You’re very bossy today.”

“I’m bossy every day, Mallory.” He chuckles and steps back so he can admire me from head to toe. My nipples pucker under his scrutiny, so he reaches out and brushes the soft material over them, making me gasp and bite my lip. “You’re—”

“I’m?”

He just shakes his head and lets out a long, deep sigh. “You’re everything.”

He steps to me and drags the knuckles of both hands down my chest from collarbone to nipples, then he turns me away from him and pulls the scarf up over my eyes.

“This is what we’re going to do tonight,” he whispers against my ear as he ties the scarf. He gently spins me back around and tips my chin up to tickle my lips with his, then guides me onto my back on the bed. “I want you to put your hands over your head.”

I comply, frowning.

“Is there a problem?”

I love this take-charge bossy side of Beau.

“I like to touch you.”

“I know.” I can hear the smile in his voice, and suddenly he’s sucking on my nipple, not touching me anywhere else. “But you don’t get to touch me right now.”

“Okay.”

“I want you to tell me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

I nod, not able to find my words.

“I need you to speak out loud, please.”

“I hear you.”

“Good.”

And suddenly his lips are moving down from my nipple to my stomach, around my navel and even farther south, over my smooth pubis. He’s not touching me with his hands at all, and I can’t see him to know where his lips will be next. My entire body is on high alert, covered in goose bumps, and my pussy is wet, pulsing with anticipation.

Instead of moving down further to kiss me, his lips are on my hip, then my side, licking over my ribs.

“Holy shit,” I mutter and squirm under him, unable to keep my hands over my head, I reach down to grip his hair in my fist, but he snatches them before I make contact and pins them above my head again. I can feel the length of him over me, his hard cock pressed to my center. “I want you.”

“I’m right here,” he replies before softly biting my chin. “Keep your arms where I put them.”

“It’s not easy.”

“I know.” His voice is softer now as he brushes a lock of hair off my cheek. “You have to trust me. Do you trust me, Mallory?”

“You know I do.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I trust you,” I reply.