Page 18 of Devil’s Disciples

I hopped off the stool and unbuttoned my pants. “I’m not doing this for you.”

His eyebrows raised. “Oh, really?”

“It’s been a bad year,” I said. “A really bad year. I’m doing this for me.”

“Believe me. I damned sure didn’t come to your office with this in mind.” He reached for his belt. “But that ferocious little ass of yours convinced me to change directions.”

I was flattered, but I wasn’t sure if I should be. “Ferocious?”

“That’s right.” He unbuttoned his jeans. “Ferocious.”

I should have been naked already, but in typical girl fashion, I needed to know if ferocious was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Is that good?” I asked. “Ferocious?”

“Good enough that I’m where I shouldn’t be, doing something I shouldn’t be doing with someone I shouldn’t be doing it with.”

It was way too many shouldn’ts. I hesitated. “You’re not married, are you?”

He scowled. “No.”

“Girlfriend?”

He glared. “Fuck no.”

“You’re single?”

“Now, and always,” he said adamantly.

It was all I needed to hear.

My pants hit the floor. My shirt quickly followed. As I struggled to unclasp my bra, he lowered his jeans and boxer shorts in one shove.

Holy mother of fuck.

The mystery was no longer a mystery.

I stared at it in awe. The word penis never came to mind. Sex on a stick was packing a full-fledged cock. While he bent down and unlaced his boots, I tossed my bra into the apartment’s abyss.

I slipped my hand between my legs and made sure my pussy was as ready as my mind was.

Soaked.

I raised my glistening index finger and grinned. “I’m good to go.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said. “If it’s not good enough to eat, it’s not good enough to fuck.”

“You want to…” I swallowed heavily. “You want to lick my pussy?”

“That’s right.” He set his boots at the end of the bar and then gestured toward island’s countertop. “Hop up there.”

It was like Christmas way before Christmas: In less than one week, I’d landed a great job, and the sexiest man I’d ever seen wanted to fuck me. There was only one catch.

He wanted to eat my pussy first.

I jumped onto the countertop with cat-like precision and spread my legs so wide I was afraid I’d dislocate a hip.

I propped my head in my hand and gave my best sultry look. “Anything else?”