She scoffed, unimpressed.
“Everyone loves coffee and has a ‘coffee addiction.’ That’s nothing to write home about.”
She didn’t understand my level of coffee addiction, and I understood. I hid it well. I held up my hand to tell her to wait. Her eyebrow went up as she smirked but waited like I asked. I slid my hand in my pockets and pulled out the coffee-flavored gum and my coffee-flavored lip balm—gotta keep those lips soft and fresh. Then I lifted my pant leg to show her my “Gotta Love Coffee” socks. She started to point and laugh so hard that others were looking over at our booth.
I quickly pulled my pants down and put my gum and ChapStick away. She clutched her belly as she laughed uncontrollably.
I narrowed my eyes at her and whispered in a low, harsh voice, “Hey, I didn’t laugh so hard at you. I may not be a demon or a local, but I would like to not be the laughingstock of the high demon society on the west coast.”
That shut her up as she looked around and found some of them watching us. She turned towards the lookers and hissed, getting their attention away from me and on to her. All I could say was that whatever they saw, it scared them shitless, and they turned back around and kept to themselves for the rest of the night.
“Well, it’s good to have a powerful lady like you on my side.” I tried to make a joke, but it fell through when I saw her dark orbs capture mine.
She looked at me again with a puzzled sort of look, but it also held hints that she’d made a decision. “Okay, you got me; your coffee addiction is worse than my sugar one. It’s not like I carry a sugar stuffy around with me.”
I open my mouth to defend myself. “I don’t have—”
“You may not have itnow, but I can guarantee that you will have one to match your socks someday. It might start out small, maybe a keychain on your key ring, maybe it will work its way onto your pillow at night, then it will spread to your T-shirts until you don’t have any tops without coffee beans on them. Once you hit that level, we are going to have to put you in the crazy house, my friend.” She giggled at her joke, and I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her.
She was infectious that way, drawing you in even as she was insulting you. She was this enigma that I hadn’t quite figured out. She was hard and soft, sweet and sultry, all the types of things that I would want in a woman.
“Well, at least I upgraded to a friend,” I replied before I could catch the words. But they had come out, and she heard them.
She stilled for a second, taking in what I’d said, when her smile took a sultry turn.
“Yes, well, you can be upgraded to a friend on a trial basis.”
Her words excited me into thinking I was finally getting somewhere with her, reminding me of the goal in the first place.
I licked my lips, and her eyes tracked the movement like a predator. I could feel her energy change from playful to needy in seconds.
“So, if we are friends, for now, what does that mean? Do we get to have sleepovers and braid each other’s hair?”
I wanted her to start thinking about me coming home with her. I wanted her thoughts fixed on having me in her bed. I wanted her to imagine my cock filling her, fucking her, spilling inside of her while she screamed that she was mine.Wait, no, not that last one.
Before I could get another word out, she reached into her wallet and slid over a dark green card. I looked at it for a second, puzzled about why she would hand me over a card, when I realized it had a hotel logo on it. I looked up at her. Her eyes were fixed on me, filled with a hunger I was just starting to hope she would feel for me.
“To get out of your trial friendship zone, you have to fuck me good and rock my world. If you pass that test, then we can see about giving you the platinum upgrade.”
She winked at me as she slid up like she was made of silk. Her thigh-high leather heels hugged her legs like a glove until they hit the artery spot—the spot I loved to tease and feel my lover’s pulse beat against my tongue. My mouth watered at the scrap of skin between her heels and her mini dress. Let’s not pretend it was a regular size dress, because if she bent over just a little, I would definitely be able to catch a show. I was at half mast just thinking about it.
Then she did just that and I felt my mouth water. She slowly bent over, showing me a thin red strip of lacey fabric calling my eyes to it like a beacon of desire. I wanted nothing more than to push that strip aside, sink my fingers into that pussy, work her up so good and fast that she gushes when she cums. Ruining that scrap of fabric and letting me take it as a trophy. I adjusted my pants as I got up, and her eyes darted down to study my growing cock. She licked her lips slowly before biting the side of her lip, and her hooded eyes rose leisurely to meet mine. Well, shit. That half-mast was now a full blown hard-on.
She turned around, walking backwards to the door, and crooked her finger at me, gesturing for me to follow her. If I were a stronger man, I might’ve made her wait. I might’ve made her come and beg me for the fuck, but I was not a stronger man. This woman had me by the balls, and she knew it.
She waved at a few people before we left the bar, which told me that she was respected amongst her kind and I was impressed. Demons tended to be a jealous lot, but if they liked her, then she was skilled and diplomatic. Soon both of us stood at the elevator door, the sexual tension rising and devouring the room by the second. I didn’t dare to look at her, because I knew once we did, that was it. We would attack each other with all the passion and lust that had been building between us.
The massive elevator doors whooshed open, and we walked across the threshold, then turned around to watch the doors close. The second they did, we turned to each other at the same time and attacked. She was stronger at that moment, and my back slammed into the metal wall. I moaned at the pain because it was fucking different. For once, I was having the wanton lust and need for someone who could showmea good time… and I liked it.
Usually, I was the dominant one in bed, but with Lillian, I found it intriguing to follow her lead. Her soft lips were a contrast to her wicked tongue and vicious teeth. She explored and nipped at every piece of me she could reach, and when I thought she had enough, she started to run her hands up and down my thighs, making my legs quake at her gripping touch.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her, not wanting to miss a single look or touch, but I had a feeling we were not going to be leaving this elevator right away. I fumbled with the elevator buttons, trying to push the stop button without even looking. The temptress kissed and nibbled a hot trail down my neck as her fingers trailed down to my balls and she gave me a squeeze. I bit back a moan as my eyes rolled up, saying fuck it and giving up on the stop button. As soon as I pulled my hand away, I felt the elevator jerk.
I was confused for a second because I didn’t push a button in time with the sudden stop, but when she licked at my artery and gave me a squeeze again, all thoughts of the magically stopping elevator left my mind. It was in my favor so why should I care?
Chapter 6
Ipulledmyhandsaway from his balls as soon as his head hit the wall with a thud and a groan spilt from his lips. I didn’t want to take this too far too soon. I started to explore all the planes and grooves of his chest and back. My fingers lightly traced everything I could with the occasional finger digging into his skin in order to burn my touch into his mind. I couldn't get enough of him. His hands slid between my silky strands as he gripped my head so he could explore my mouth. I took in his woodsy, smoky scent of sandalwood and the slight spice of bergamot assaulted my senses. I breathed in deep as my nails scratched down the fabric of his suit, and he moaned into my mouth. His hands dropped from my hair, and he held onto my waist with a bruising grip, keeping me right where he wanted me.
