As if perfectly timed, I heard the garage door opening as I walked down the stairs.
An idea popped into my head. "Michael," I whispered and scurried back up the stairs. "Michael!" This time I tried a whisper-shout.
"What?" He appeared above me in my bedroom door with a suspicious look on his face. "Lucian is getting out of his car, why are you calling me?" He looked me up and down. "You look great."
I pushed him into the bedroom. "Make me horny," I whispered. Closing the door behind me, I turned to see Michael frown in confusion.
"Come again?"
"I'm serious. Can you do something to make me horny?" I grabbed his hand. "Luc will be in any second. I want one last night with him as Lucian, but my body and emotions don't. I know it sounds crazy, but I need your help."
Michael moved his jaw soundlessly. "I..."
"Snap out of it! My brain and my emotions want two different things, so I need your help to get me all on the same page."
He shook his head as if clearing his thoughts. "Yeah, I can mess with your hormones a little, but Lil, are you sure this is a good idea? Your emotions are raw right now. Sex isn't something you have to do. "
I narrowed my eyes. "I don't have time to debate the complexities of the female heart to you. Fiddle with my hormones so my body wants what my heart wants. I'll deal with my mind."
Hell, I knew it was a bad idea, but I also knew I'd never have Lucifer like this again. He was the perfect mate. I loved Lucifer. I adored him. But he was far from perfect, especially the past couple of centuries. Lucian was every best part of Lucifer, almost to a fault. Almost.
I wanted one more night to cherish him before Michael came and killed him, bringing back the man I loved.
Just because I loved him didn't mean I was blind to—or tolerated—his faults.
"Do it," I hissed.
Michael rolled his eyes and grabbed my shoulders. In seconds, desire rushed through my body in a wave. My pussy soaked my panties, and I grinned. "Perfect. Now go away."
His expression deadpanned. "You know, if I'm going to make you horny, I should at least get to reap the benefits."
"Keep it in your pants, big boy. Tonight is for Lucifer."
He snorted and disappeared.
"Constance?" Lucian's voice drifted up the stairs.
"Coming!" I hurried down to see him taking off his suit coat and hanging it on the back of the kitchen chair.
When he turned, his jaw dropped. "Wow."
"Thank you, husband." I preened, glad he enjoyed my appearance, even if my makeup was a glamour. "Would you care to see what else I have on?"
Flipping up the edge of my skirt, I gave him a sneak peek. Lucian growled deep in his throat as his eyes lit up. "Oh, it's like that, is it?"
"Definitely." I laughed, but it sounded hollow to my ears. Part of me was delighted to have this teasing, light moment with him. The bigger part of me felt like a fraud when my heart was several miles away with my baby.
Beating back the emotions, I focused on my husband, twirling away from him and heading up the stairs. He took the bait and followed hot on my heels. He quickly caught up to me, scooping me into his arms.
Lucian buried his face in my hair, breathing deep as he held me in our hallway. "I love you."
The emotions rose to the surface as tears pricked behind my eyes. I blinked them back and pressed my chest against Lucian's. "I love you, too."
I was able to lose myself in the sensations as his tongue traced a line from my collarbone to my ear. When he sucked my earlobe into his mouth, I gasped. His breath teased me as he nibbled, making me wiggle in his arms.
"Lucian," I whispered. "Please."
He broke away with a chuckle. "Okay, okay." Walking into our bedroom, he placed me gently on my feet. Then he turned to find Jellybean staring at us in the doorway. He shooed him out into the hall and shut the door.
