I let loose a heartfelt stream of invective as my mug of honeyed tea toppled onto a stack of ungraded assignments. The small goblin culprit responsible gave me an apologetic look before scampering off.
“Colorful.” Jareth’s voice came from behind me, velvety smooth with that warm hint of amusement that promised all kinds of mischief in the dark.
It still stopped my breath every time. I made a concerted grab for my scattered wits. “My language or the papers?”
Jareth deftly lifted one sopping paper edge to inspect the tea stains. “Both, I think.” His hands settled on my shoulders and began to knead the tense muscles. “You should take a break. You’ve been at this for hours.”
I sighed. That man had magic fingers in so many ways. “I know. But these students need feedback, or their writing will never improve.” I frowned at the soaked stack. “Can you help me out with this?”
“You want me to grade those wretched things? Sarah, your cruelty never ceases to amaze me.”
I smiled. “No, you dope. You know I never mastered that spill removal charm.”
“That’s Faerie Lord dope to you.” He flicked his wrist in a precise, complicated gesture and the tea squeezed itself out of the papers, depositing itself neatly back into my mug.
I kissed the wrist next to my cheek. “The bestest Faerie Lord dope ever.”
“You do know that bestest isn’t a word, Madame Writing Professor?”
“It is if I say it is.”
“Tsk, is that what you’re teaching these students of yours?”
“You could help me grade and find out.”
“You really do want to amplify the suffering in this world, don’t you?”
“I could make it worth your while.”
“Do tell.”
“I think it might be more of a showing activity.” I let my lips brush along his wrist again, teasing the pulse point with my teeth.
A very masculine groan spilled from behind my ear. “There are so many reasons I love you, Sarah mine.”
“Mmhmm.” I breathed hot against his skin. “Show me.”
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I let loose a heartfelt stream of invective as my mug of honeyed tea toppled onto a stack of ungraded assignments. The small goblin culprit responsible gave me an apologetic look before scampering off.
“Colorful.” Jareth’s voice came from behind me, velvety smooth with that warm hint of amusement that promised all kinds of mischief in the dark.
It still stopped my breath every time. I made a concerted grab for my scattered wits. “My language or the papers?”
Jareth deftly lifted one sopping paper edge to inspect the tea stains. “Both, I think.” His hands settled on my shoulders and began to knead the tense muscles. “You should take a break. You’ve been at this for hours.”
I sighed. That man had magic fingers in so many ways. “I know. But these students need feedback, or their writing will never improve.” I frowned at the soaked stack. “Can you help me out with this?”
“You want me to grade those wretched things? Sarah, your cruelty never ceases to amaze me.”
I smiled. “No, you dope. You know I never mastered that spill removal charm.”
“That’s Faerie Lord dope to you.” He flicked his wrist in a precise, complicated gesture and the tea squeezed itself out of the papers, depositing itself neatly back into my mug.
I kissed the wrist next to my cheek. “The bestest Faerie Lord dope ever.”
“You do know that bestest isn’t a word, Madame Writing Professor?”
“It is if I say it is.”
“Tsk, is that what you’re teaching these students of yours?”
“You could help me grade and find out.”
“You really do want to amplify the suffering in this world, don’t you?”
“I could make it worth your while.”
“Do tell.”
“I think it might be more of a showing activity.” I let my lips brush along his wrist again, teasing the pulse point with my teeth.
A very masculine groan spilled from behind my ear. “There are so many reasons I love you, Sarah mine.”
“Mmhmm.” I breathed hot against his skin. “Show me.”