“He’s on tour—he doesn’t have time for that shit.”

She arches, pushing against my palm. And while I might not care about whatever Christian’s droning on about in his manager voice, my still hard dick’s very interested in the way her movement makes her ass press back. It twitches, still wanting the release that was excruciatingly close.

“Fuck,” I exhale, flexing my hips into her.

I catch her chin with my thumb and finger and twist it toward me, so when I push up, my face hovers over hers. My eyes instantly drop to her lips. “You drive me fucking insane.”

I cover her mouth with mine, my hand already shoving under the front of her skirt. Her gasp stays trapped between us, but then I kiss down to her neck and slide under the top of her panties, and a soft whimper escapes.

“Foster…” she says, barely audible, and my hand stills.

I press my forehead against her temple. “Do you want me to stop?”

A slight hesitation makes me start to remove my hand. She catches my wrist, keeping me there until she guides me lower, between her thighs. Drenched fabric rests on the backs of my knuckles, her pussy so wet I almost groan.

“Good girl,” I rasp, lips at her ear. “My cock’s not done with you yet.”

With the first swipe of my fingers through her slick center, a shiver works its way through her. I rub circles on her clit and adjust my arm that’s under her so I can palm her breast, barring her against my chest. She latches onto my arm and reaches back to grasp my hip. Her ass grinds on my erection through my sweatpants, and I mentally note to cockblock Felix and Christian from here to eternity.

I can’t take not feeling her skin on skin anymore.

I run my hand around between us and push her panties down her thighs and then work my sweats down to free my aching cock. A rough stroke smears precum and her wetness on my fingers over my shaft.

The need to fuck her is mind-numbing, but I don’t have any condoms in my bunk. It’s entirely her fault. She’s a witch with the magical ability of locking down my dick. Since she recast her spell, the only thing I’ve fucked is my hand. Can’t say I expected it to change with her sleeping on my bus.

On the edge of reason, I drag the head down the crack of her ass until I reach her thighs and push between them. She’s soaked, making it easy to glide through her pussy. Remi gasps, and her head lulls back when a different one connects with her clit. Nails sink into my flesh. A mark for a mark, I guess.