Page 60 of Demon’s Temptation

Chaya’s message blew his efforts all to hell, and a grin twitched at the corners of his lips. He fired off a reply.

Brent: Trying not to think how hot you look wielding a flogger.

It was Chaya’s night off, their first night apart since their scene in the playroom a few days ago. And honestly, he was still getting his head around what had happened between them. The female affected him so much he could barely think when she was around. When she was in the room, all his focus homed in and locked on her. The club could be burning down around him and he wouldn’t notice, not if Chay was near.

His phone vibrated again and he glanced at the screen.

Chaya: I can give you an up-close demo later if you want.

He growled low.

Brent: I always want where you’re concerned.

He took a sip of his drink and ignored his hard dick. He had no intention of playing tonight, not without Chay. So, for once, he allowed himself a drink.

His phone lit up on the bar beside him.

Chaya: Are you wearing panties?

He choked on his drink and barked out a laugh.

Brent: I’m a guy, Chay. What do you think?

Chaya: Commando, huh? Mr. Silva, you’ll turn me on talking like that.

Brent: And are you turned on?

Chaya: I am now.

Jesus, his dick went from hard to iron rod in a matter of seconds, so hard he felt light-headed from the rush of blood evacuating his brain. He fired off his reply.

Brent: I’ll be there in thirty minutes.

Chaya: Don’t rush over on my account. If you’re busy…I have a vibrator.

His fingers flew over the screen.

Brent: Fuck, Chaya. What are you doing to me?

Chaya: If you get over here, you can be doing it to me.

Fuck. Anticipation already started pumping through his veins.

Brent: Is that an order?

Her reply seemed to take forever, then finally it flashed on his screen.

Chaya: Yes.

He groaned, shoved his fingers in his hair, and glanced around the club. The place was busy, but his staff could handle it without him.

He slid his unfinished drink across the bar to Eric. “I have to head out for the rest of the night. Can you close up?”

The guy smirked. “Hot date?”

Getting hotter by the minute, he imagined. “You could say that.”

“Nice. And don’t sweat it. I have it covered.”