Wicked Magic Read Online Free PDF

breast and reached for the wall to steady herself. As good as this felt and as intense as this was, she found herself staring at the handheld showerhead. Her sex clenched, as she imagined how much better this could feel.
    Removing her hand from between her legs, she reached for the showerhead and pulled it down from its holder. With trembling hands she adjusted it to the setting she liked best and then moved it down between her thighs. Her eyes closed the instant the warm, powerful stream made contact with sensitive flesh.
    “Fuck!” she cried out. Her pelvis jutted forward, seeking as much sensation as possible.
    Somehow, Chandler managed to stay vertical as her left hand tensed and flexed against the shower wall. Her other hand held the showerhead in place while her body moved, and she struggled to reach her climax. She was completely focused on her clit and what the pulsating water was making her feel. It kept building and tightening until she froze, caught up in a cosmic wave of pure pleasure. A second later, her orgasm crested, and Alex’s name fell from her lips as her body pulsed in wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Breathing heavily, she dropped the showerhead and pressed the side of her face against the cool tile of the shower as she slowly came back to herself.
    A few minutes later, she returned the showerhead to its holder and turned off the water. She opened the shower door and grabbed one of the bath towels hanging on the wall.
    Wrapped up in a towel, Chandler stared at herself in her bathroom mirror. Bloodshot blue-gray eyes stared back at her as she combed tangles out of her long wet strands of blonde hair. She was still weirded out by everything, but at least her headache was better.
    How was she ever going to face Alex again? She was positive all Alex would have to do was take one look at her and know that she’d touched herself while thinking about her. Now she was going to have to move.
    After she’d pulled her hair into a ponytail, Chandler went into the other room to get dressed. As she stood in her walk-in closet, she surveyed all her clothes and wondered if she had it in her to focus on working today. Then she started to worry about Alex. What if she decided to come over?
    Chandler grabbed a pair of warm jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, a pair of thick socks, and her hiking boots. It had been a while since she last went over to the park and walked along one of its trails. She believed she had a better chance of avoiding Alex if she wasn’t home.
    * * * *
    Alex stood in front of an antique wall-mounted mirror and grinned. She enjoyed observing Chandler in the shower. She’d found it both enlightening and arousing.
    When she heard Zelda enter her bedroom, she turned away from her mirror. With a wave of her hand, a swirl of gray smoke engulfed the cat, morphing it into an elderly-looking woman.
    “Good morning, Zee.”
    “Good morning, mistress.” Zee nodded and then focused her attention to the mirror on the wall. “Miss Gray left in a hurry first thing this morning. She appeared to be a bit panicked.”
    Alex chuckled and faced her mirror once again. “Yes, she did, didn’t she? I must say I was a bit disappointed last night, but she managed to unknowingly make it up to me this morning.”
    “Is she interested?”
    “Oh yes, she’s very interested.” Alex’s gaze remained fixed on the mirror. The scene that played out before her wasn’t as interesting as earlier, but for the moment, she was unable to turn away. “Although she’s trying to deny it.”
    “Is she the one? I know you’ve been searching a long time.”
    “Yes, I do believe she is. But she’s going to make me chase her.”
    “You didn’t expect it to be easy.”
    “Good things worth having never are.”
    The room fell silent when the mirror image showed Chandler dropping her towel. Alex licked her lips as she took in Chandler’s naked form. The view was short-lived as Chandler slipped into her blue cotton panties and