Late Friday Night/Early Saturday Morning, August 5th
"There is nothing sexier than the way you look right now."
I hear Edward's voice, soft and sultry, as I look up from my book to see him standing in the door to my bedroom. If it's possible, he looks even more beautiful in the low light from my lamp than he does in the sunshine of his apartment. "I think it's the glasses and the ponytail."
"Don't forget the old t-shirt," I say. "And I'm sure that glasses are really hot."
He walks over to the bed and leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. I moan. It's ridiculous what this man does to me. He smells of alcohol and cigarettes and just…well, him. More and more, I realize that my initial theory of him being a bartender is correct. I still don't know why he hasn't told me, but I've decided not to press the issue. I'm going to take this for what it is. And if it's just amazing sex with a beautiful man? Well, there are worse things I could do.
"Everything about you is sexy…including the glasses," he says. "It's after two in the morning. I didn't expect you to still be up. I mean, I hoped…but I didn't expect."
"Low expectations for the win," I say. "And it's Friday night. I don't have to work tomorrow and I got caught up in my book. Plus…I wanted to see you."
"Yeah?" he says, grinning.
"Yeah."
"What are you reading?" he asks, eyeing my book.
I blush and tell him, "Harry Potter."
"You're reading a kid's book?"
"Hey," I say, pretending to be insulted. "Harry Potter is amazing."
"Is he as amazing as me?" he asks.
"No one is as amazing as you," I say. "Well, except for maybe Draco."
"Which one is Draco?"
"The blond one."
"You mean the evil one?" he laughs.
"The misunderstood one."
I can't believe I'm having this conversation with Edward. He's going to think I'm crazy.
I can't tear my eyes off him as he takes his clothes off. I can smell the subtle scent of his sweat as he pulls his shirt over his head. I've never been into sweaty guys, but for him, I might make an exception.
"Do you mind if I take a shower, sweet girl?" he asks. "You could join me if you want."
"Are you saying I need a shower?" I tease, already getting turned on at the thought of Edward and me in a confined space…close and hot and wet.
"No," he says, pulling me up and out of bed. "I'm saying I want you to join me. Maybe I could pretend to be Draco and you could pretend to be Bellatrix. We could practice casting spells…together."
He pulls me hard against him, his mouth covering mine as his hands wander down my back. He kisses me so deeply I almost lose my breath, but I realize it's still there when his already-hard cock presses against my stomach and I gasp.
"If you're going to be Draco, I want to be Hermione."
He reaches under my shirt to find that I'm completely bare underneath. His fingers slip inside and I shudder in his arms.
"Hermione, huh?" he says as he strokes me. "Kinky."
"You have no idea."
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