Chapter 12

"It's good though," Shelby assured Noel, reaching up to cup his cheek with her hand. He hadn't shaved, so his cheek was rough and stubbly, but she didn't mind. "The magic isn't harmful, I don't think. Really, it's all kind of cool."

"You're right." His tense shoulders relaxed and he turned his face to kiss the palm of her hand. "I really can't complain about this part. Now let's forget the serious stuff and look at those postcards you found."

"Okay." She handed him the stack of maybe twenty cards.

"Ah, the uses of photography," he joked as he flipped through the first few, all women in various stages of undress. "Oh, now this is interesting." He held out the photo of a man and woman in full Victorian dress, except the woman was kneeling between the man's legs and holding his erection in her hand, her head bent as if she was just about to take it into her mouth.

"That would work," Shelby murmured. She hadn't had a chance yet to taste Noel's cock and the idea made her squirm. "Any ot