The sound of someone clearing their throat sliced through the heated fog of our kiss like a blade.

I jerked back so fast I nearly fell off Xander’s lap.

The sorceress stood at the edge of the glowing rug, her arms crossed, one pale brow arched, a knowing smile playing at the corner of her lips. "I suppose that means it worked," she said, voice lilting.

Heat flooded my cheeks. Xander didn’t look embarrassed at all. In fact, the bastard had the audacity to smirk wider.

He stood, smoothing his shirt before offering me a hand. I took it, more to steady myself than anything else. My knees felt like...