"Don't even try," Debi said, laughing softly. Her hormones had gone into overdrive over the last few weeks, and her magic was stronger than it had ever been. "I'd hate to kill you on our anniversary - "
She pushed his sweater up enough to expose his bare stomach, then leaned forward as much as she could to run her fingertips up and down over his skin. He was already hard, she could see the bulge through his jeans, and she couldn't help licking her lips as she unzipped his fly and pressed the heel of her hand against him.
" - especially when you're so very happy to see me - "