I should leave now before I get in too deep.
It was already too late for that.
“Watch those fingers, buster,” she warned, and I chuckled. I traced my fingers delicately around the soft area of skin where her pubic hair started, soft blonde hairs that would tickle my nose when I fucked her hot cunt with my tongue. Nikki squirmed under my touch as I traced my fingers around, under the inviting curve of her ass, and tempted her hole.
“You liked it,” I said, and she squirmed before I moved my hand away.
Her cheeks flushed again, and she covered it by burying her face in the crook of my neck before kissing and nipping at my shoulder. “Take me, Cade,” she whispered, her breathing coming in pants. “Please.”
She didn’t have to ask twice.
After I talked my way past the receptionist, I strolled through the hallway lined with glass walls and doors for various offices and meeting rooms, throwing around the opulence of the office and sending exactly the message I imagined it intended to—we can afford this place, and you can onlydreamof being here. Feeling as out of place as I looked, I shoved my hands into my jacket pocket.
As I turned the corner directed by the girl at reception, I faced the wide foyer that led to Frank’s expansive office. Frank was leaning against his personal secretary’s desk, his shirt sleeves rolled up exposing his arms, the turned-up fabric barely holding together as he flexed. The secretary couldn’t keep her eyes on his, her gaze slipping away from his face to sweep over his body before she’d realize what she was doing and look at his face again. The pen she nervously tapped against the piles of forgotten paperwork on her desk never stopped, and I chuckled. Watching her falling under the spell was amusing. Can’t say I’d seen it from the outside before.
She let out a squeak of a sound upon seeing me and pushed herself away from Frank, flushing furiously as she began typing while Frank stood smirking.
“Couldn’t stay away, I see. Did you come about the job offer?” Frank said.
I scoffed, smiling as we slapped each other on the back—no hard feelings, even after tearing each other apart the other night. Demons will be demons, and the release was good for us. After a final and particularly rough slap on my shoulder, I grunted as Frank chuckled and reminded myself to get some workouts in. I wanted to give him a run for his money next time.
“Hardly,” I said, resisting the urge to rub my shoulder.“Actually, I came to ask a favor.”
Frank rolled his eyes, an exaggerated motion which he ended in a wink directed toward his secretary, who flushed again and turned away when she saw me observing the exchange.
“Come into my office.”
The office was sparsely furnished with only the large desk near the window, Frank’s chair, and one for a visitor. Otherwise, the remainder of the space was unused. There were boxes around, and I imagined he and Mike were still settling into the larger office. It wouldn’t take long for him to make it his own, claiming his territory.
He’d already started claiming his space by having the chair that resides behind the large desk much wider and taller than the guest chair.
“Nice throne,” I commented as I sat on the smaller chair. I figured starting a fight with Frank right before asking him for something wouldn’t be the best move. Although, with his smug-fucking-face, it was tempting. He watched as my gaze took in the office and the view from the large window, and his face simply screamed his pride and his love of rubbing his success into the face of any visitor to his domain. Yeah, he was destined for this sort of role, ready to put the work in and more ready to gloat about his success. Flinging my feet up, I rested them on the desk as I leaned back, the chair squeaking its protest. As Frank passed me, he shoved my feet from his desk, adding a swift punch to the shoulder before sitting opposite me, purposefully lifting his feet and bringing them to rest on the desk in the same position he had denied me.
He grinned as I scowled. Arrogant prick.
Glancing back at the secretary, whose face had returned to an almost normal color instead of the crimson blush that made her skin almost match her hair tone, I asked Frank, “Fucked her yet?”
He smirked. “Not yet, but I will. She’s only a temp while Abigail is on leave.”
“Have you fucked Abigail too?”
Frank’s resulting laugh was loud and booming. “No. She thinks she’s old enough to be my grandmother.” My turn to laugh. If only she knew. “You didn’t come here to talk about my sex life.”
Sighing, I leaned back in my chair as it squeaked again under my weight. For a moment, I was tempted to rock back and forth in it, see how much I could make it squeak before Frank’s jaw twitched with irritation.
Again, not the time to be antagonizing the older demon.
“No, I came to ask a favor.”
“So you said. What’s wrong? You needed me to fight, and now you need me to fuck your woman too?” The growl that escaped my throat was involuntary, and Frank didn’t bother to hide the delight on his face. “Oh! Still feeling a bit territorial, are we?”
“It’ll pass,” I lied, despite taking Nikki three more times yesterday and well into the night, my system still wasn’t satiated, and I was starting to fear it was less about controlling my demon and more about the protective and possessive desire I had for her, specifically. “Look, she’s throwing her life away investigating the murder of her father—”
“What’s it to you?”
I debated how much to tell him, and Frank simply arched a dark eyebrow at me, waiting. “He’s not worth avenging,” I said lamely.
“If you’re going to come in here and ask me for favors, you better be willing to give me more than that, Cade. We may be blood, but that doesn’t mean much for demons, and you know that.”
