Page 51 of How Not to Date a Demon

Galen tilted her into him, tightened his grip on her ass, hummed into her in the most delicious way and—

Her first orgasm bled into the horizon as she snapped her eyes closed and rocked her hips against Galen’s face. He trailed a hand up her stomach to her breast, her achy, sensitive nipple. His hand was so warm against her skin it burned, and when he plucked at her nipple, piercing and all, she cried out. Her pussy clenched as the added sensation tipped her further to—

The edge drifted away as Galen stopped, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh, hand trailing away from her breast.

“What the fuck was that?” she asked once she’d caught her breath and gotten over the shock. “Did you just edge me?”

She felt his triumphant smile curl against her skin.

“I think the agreement was to get you off seven times. You didn’t say when.”

“You’re such a brat,” Maeve grumbled, realizing the corner she’d locked herself into, and let her head drop to the desk with a thunk. But like, what was she going to do? Tell him not to give her seven orgasms? Unacceptable.

Rolling her hips up into him, she tried to urge him for more. She’d been so close, it wouldn’t take much—

“I’m sorry,” Galen teased. “But I fail to see how this is a bad thing. You get seven orgasms. What do I get?”

“To watch me have seven orgasms. Duh,” she snapped.

“Well, that’s not the answer I wanted to hear,” he rumbled from down by her hip bone, words skipping across her skin like stones across a pond.

They sank like boulders against the harsh waters of her impatience. “Well, that’s the only one you’re getting for now.”

“Feisty,” he murmured. She jumped as he nudged his nose against the crease of her thigh.

“Always,” she answered. “Do you not have any light in here?”

“Since my office is still kind of new, I don’t have a light… unless you want to open the door.”

Her breath caught, and he noticed, fingers spanning the back of each thigh.

“Hmm. Maybe you weren’t kidding about the whole sacrificial altar sex. Do you have an exhibition kink we haven’t explored yet?”

“No,” she claimed, yet her pulse raced faster at just the idea.

Galen was gone in a whisper of air, and Maeve was gravely still against the desk as she heard him rustling around.

“Right here,” he warned, voice close to her, before he tugged her off the desk and rearranged her in his lap. With her back to his bare chest, Maeve was spread out over him, balanced so that when he spread his knees, her legs parted wider. He was dressed from the waist down, while she remained totally bare.

Something warm, rope-like wrapped around her ankle—his tail—and tugged her leg a little wider.

The cool air lapped between her legs, and she felt how wet she was in comparison.

Smoothing his hands over her exposed skin, Galen traced and learned her shape in the dark until she was lax against him. Every time he skated close to her nipples, dragging his nails across the weight of her breasts, she wanted to beg to be touched. She needed him to touch her, but every time, he just took it away from her.

“There’s no sacrificial sex altar, I’m sorry to disappoint. But if you’re really dedicated, we could just pull the door open.”

Her fingers twitched where she had them dug into the sides of Galen’s thighs.

“So we don’t hate that idea? Hmm.”

Galen sighed, his chest expanding behind her. “But you saw how few demons there are down here. We’d be lucky if anyone passed by. Even if they did…” He trailed his fingers down her sides, where she was almost ticklish, sending goosebumps melting across her skin.

If they did, they’d have to find her sprawled out over Galen’s lap like this as she arched into him and waited for his touch, any touch.

“They’d hear you first, probably,” Galen continued, spreading his touch out over her knees and dragging his fingers back up the insides of her thighs. “Depending on how loud you are.”

“Well, that depends on if you’re actually going to do anyth—” The word dissolved into a high-pitched breath as Galen dragged the backs of his knuckles over the sensitive flesh between her thighs.