She . . . had no idea what he wanted to do with it. Edie wrinkled her nose. “If it’s for sex, why is it in the living room?”

Magnus laughed, shaking his head. “You look so disgruntled. It’s not for exhibitionism. Don’t worry. It’s because of the cat,” he said. “She had her kittens before the delivery man could set it up and I didn’t want him scaring her.”

Now she had a blush on her face. “You had someone deliver a sex chair?” she asked, scandalized.

“Absolutely,” he said, pulling a reluctant Edie over to the oddly shaped chair. “Because I intend on fucking my woman long and hard, and this will make it easy on her knee.” He patted the large slope of the chair. “Lie over this.”

She stepped up to it, still feeling a little embarrassed. “Over it?”

“Yep,” he said, putting his hands on her waist. “Drape yourself over it so that your sweet ass is in the air.”

She did, cheeks hot. With the way the chair was set up, her breasts pressed against the leather and her butt pointed at the ceiling. She was about to comment on how awkward she felt, when his thighs pressed up against hers from behind, and his cock nudged against her ass cheeks.

Then, she stopped caring if it was awkward. With a small moan, she leaned forward, pressing her face against the leather and spreading her hips.

“Feel good?” Magnus asked, stroking a hand over her ass. “Because you look fucking incredible right about now.”

She nodded, and gave him a little wiggle. “Hurry up.”

“Patience,” he told her. “I’m admiring the view.”

“Admire a little faster, because I—” Her words cut off as she felt his cock press against her core. “Oooh, right like that.”

“Mm.” His cock pushed into her, just a little. Just enough to make her entire body light up in response. “I love the way you look like this,” Magnus told her. “I might have a new favorite piece of furniture.” And he pushed into her a little deeper. “Or I might just love the look of your ass, regardless.”

She said nothing, her fingers digging into the leather. As he slowly sank into her, a small sound of pleasure escaped her throat.

“God, I love the noises you make,” he rasped. “Love those sexy little sounds that come out of you.”

And then he pumped forward a little more, and she was impaled on his length, moaning at how ridiculously good he felt. Magnus always knew how to move to give her pleasure, chair or no chair. His hands gripped her hips, and then he began to rock into her, moving back and forth in a motion that had her trying to raise her hips to meet his movements. With the angle she was at, each motion as he pushed into her felt better than the last. Within a few strokes, she was clawing at the chair, desperate to come. Something about the way her hips were placed had him brush right up against her in all the right places, and it was making her crazy with need. It was hard to focus. All she could think about was the ache building between her legs and the push of his wonderful, wonderful cock into her.

“Magnus,” she cried.

“I’m here,” he told her, then thrust harder. “I’m here. With you. Raise your ass for me, babe.”

She whimpered and did as he instructed. The next time he pumped into her, Edie’s legs begin to tense with the onset of her orgasm.

“That’s it,” he gritted. “You’re so fucking tight. I can feel you coming.” He rocked into her even harder, his movements increasing in speed.

And then she was coming, her body clenched tight, senseless sounds of pleasure escaping her throat as Magnus said dirty things to her and kept thrusting into her pussy. And then she felt his body jerk, felt his hands clamp down on her hips, and she knew he was coming, too.

Sweaty, exhausted, and feeling so damn good she could cry, Edie curled her toes and gave a happy sigh of contentment as Magnus rested against her, occasionally thrusting and stirring up the occasional aftershock.

“Damn, I love you,” he muttered. “I think right about now I’d grab you in bed and spoon with you but the freaking bed’s taken.”

A smile curved her mouth. “Where have you been sleeping, then?”

“Couch.”

“Couch is good enough for me.”

He helped her slide off of the sex-settee, and then tenderly brushed the hair out of her eyes. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“You’re mushy after sex. You know that?”

Magnus grinned. “I do now.” He leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to her mouth. “Wait here and I’ll ditch the condom.”

“Sure.” With a yawn, she sagged against the settee and relaxed, waiting on him. He returned a few moments later with a damp towel for her and a blanket. After she’d cleaned up, they curled up on the couch together, Edie’s legs across Magnus’s thighs once more, and his arms around her. She snuggled against his chest as he wrapped the blanket around them.

It felt like peace. She yawned, pressing her nose against his throat. “Love you.”

“Love you, too. Sorry I don’t have anything better than a couch. You want to get a hotel?”

“Nah. I just want to stay here. Forever.”

He chuckled. “I’d like to get up and eat something in a few hours maybe.”

“If we must,” Edie said, sleepy and replete. “So how come you’re not back at the wacky art house instead of this apartment? I mean, I like this apartment, but it seems small for you, being that you’re Daddy Warbucks and all.”

“I signed the other place over to Levi. When we bought it, we went halves, and now it’s fully his. I didn’t want to be under the same roof as him anymore. Not until he grows up a little.”

She looked up at him in surprise. “Did you break up with your brother, too?” Then again, she seemed to recall Levi’s sulky expression and his split lip the last time she saw him.

“Not as badly as you and Bianca,” Magnus admitted. “I don’t think Levi’s malicious. He’s just . . . thoughtless.”

“That’s not like Bianca,” she thought sadly. Bianca was constantly calculating, wasn’t she? Always scheming about what was best for Bianca. Edie was blind to it no longer, and it made her sad.

He rubbed her shoulder. “Still not talking?”

“Still not talking,” Edie agreed. “The wound’s too new. Maybe when I’ve had more time to process and forgive. But for now? She’s on her own.”

“It’ll be good for her,” Magnus said. “We’re both too mixed up with our siblings. Have been for too long. It’s time to have our own lives, you know? Look at Levi. He’s a dreamer and I’m a doer—we’re a terrible working combination, because I’d want him to sit down and pound out some code, and he’d want to take a walk in Central Park. It would drive me fucking insane, and I’d get pissed, and he’d just put down his feet even more, and things got uglier and uglier. I should have recognized a while back that he didn’t want to work on this project. It was just me pushing so hard for him to work because I felt like I needed him for the game. Now that I’ve realized I don’t, I’ve relaxed on him a lot. It’s just time for us to start moving apart and having our own lives. I’m a lot less stressed, he’s a lot less stressed, and my fist isn’t feeling the need to connect to his face.”

Edie chuckled. “I’m glad, at least.”

“Besides, I bought this place with you in mind. Now that we’re going to have even more cats and I’m running the cafés downtown, I might look for something bigger in Manhattan proper, since I assume you’re going to want to help with the cats?”

“Of course,” she said, excited about the prospect. It would be a chance for her to make a genuine difference in the lives of so many cats—and people. She was brimming with ideas for encouraging adoptions. Christmas cat pictures with Santa, pet-food drives for the local shelters, all sorts of things. “I might end up taking over the project, actually.”

“Nothing would make me happier,” he admitted. “I’ve got a lot on my plate at the moment with the game, so you’re welcome to it.”