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  “Baby, what?” she asked. She was throbbing on the brink of orgasm.

  “I want to feel it from the inside,” he told her. “Put this on me?”

  He handed her a little packet and she tore it open eagerly, withdrawing the latex sheath and unrolling it over him.

  “I don’t want this thing,” she pouted.

  “So go to the nurse tomorrow,” he replied. She grinned. He was full of great ideas. “Are you ready, baby?” he asked.

  She nodded, a thrill of eager excitement shooting through her belly and lower to her barely tried opening. Theo arched his hips and filled her with a single hard thrust. She clung to his shoulders as her body opened around him. And just as she’d hoped, it didn’t hurt a bit. It felt a little strange, having something inside her there, but also good, arousing. He stretched her a bit, and that was nice. So was his soft groan of pleasure.

  His fingers returned to her clitoris, continuing the soft stimulation he’d begun earlier, and he moved gently in and out. A tingling, almost painful tension began to build in Jules, tightening her around him. She made a soft sound. His thrusts became harder, deeper. That made the loving even better. At last she could take no more, and the flames of passion flared to an explosion of white light behind her closed eyelids.

  “Theo! Theo!” she sobbed as she came. In a distant part of her mind, she could feel his soft kiss on her lips. His hand left her and moved to her hip, holding her in place as he turned to his own pleasure, driving into her slick, clenching passage until he joined her in oblivion.

  A long time later, the lovers, spent and happy, cuddled together under the blankets. Jules kissed Theo’s shoulder and rested her head on it. He made a nice pillow. He hugged her with one arm under her waist.

  “Now that,” she said idly, “was magical.”

  “More magical than hunting ghosts?” he quipped.

  “Yes, even more than that. Love is magic, Theo.”

  “It is,” he agreed. Then he kissed her lips. “Go to sleep, little hunter. Who knows what adventures tomorrow might bring?”

  Victoria Hansen

  Matt Coolomon