“Hey, babe?” Mooney said as he walked into the kitchen. He was rewarded with Marissa looking up from her morning paper with a smile that started out distracted and became very appreciative when she noticed that he was fresh from the shower and wearing nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. Yes, it was deliberate. He had a healthy ego and he knew it and found ways to feed it regularly without endangering his relationship with his feisty mate. To Mooney’s reckoning, there was no ego boost better than having his vegan witch of a mate look at his body and think about eating prime rib. Besides, she seemed to enjoy it, too.
“I was wondering—nothing bad!” Mooney said when her eyes shot away from his well sculpted abs up to his face. She didn’t have a bad temper or anything; he just liked it when she ogled him, which required her to be comfortable enough to, well, ogle him. Pretty soon, they would both have to get ready for the day which meant putting on clothes and going to their separate jobs. He didn’t want to miss even a moment of this intimate time.
“Yeah?” she asked, her eyes straying from his, probably following a rivulet of water down his neck. He deliberately never dried his hair very well so she would have plenty of rivulets to watch. Yeah, he knew his mate and her tastes very well after all these years.
“Dante said you’d backed the Talbie fully.”
“Yeah?” she said and bit the corner of her lip. The dribble of water she was watching must have made it down to the light thatch of black fur that covered his pecs. Marissa really seemed to like that thatch of fur a lot.
“I don’t get it, is all. You are just not the joining kind,” he said as he changed his pose a bit. He was rewarded with the sight of her moist, pink tongue darting out to lick her plump lips.
“Yeah?” she said again. Mooney chuckled, loving every second of the distraction she was showing.
“So why’d you join in?” he asked, stepping right up to her so she could lick the little drop of water off his chest. She obliged, sort of. She licked and then lightly bit his nipple instead. Mooney felt his balls tighten at the sensation. “You hate government in any form. You voted for Socrates for president, for crying out loud.”
“Yeah,” she said with a chuckle.
“So…” he said leadingly as she untied the towel from around his waist and let it fall to the floor.
“Because, my sexy, sexy mate,” she said as she dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for his stirring cock. “Dante promised to put images of sacred herbs on the back side of each coin. Us witches have been marginalized for thousands of years. For the first time, we will have a real, meaningful stake in things. Now be quiet so we can enjoy me sucking you off before work.”