Shit. This went so off course.
Shutting up The Man Who Won’t Shut Up might be the only small victory I accomplished tonight, that’s all this was. Nothing more. Even if I still wondered… how would the full force of his arousal taste? How wouldhetaste?
No. I couldn’t forget where we were. This wasn’t my den. Two outsiders were alone in an office with a possibly valuable item. Assuming that we weretrulyalone was foolish.
Whatever his real aim or purpose, this Rob Walters acted of his own free will. He wasn’t dazed or under the influence of a lingering charm. The tether between him and my ultimate target existed, if only faintly. Too faintly and in the wrong place to exert control over him. How did they get tangled together? Why?
I sidestepped before the mage pounced, raising a hand. “Like I said, we need to chat. Let’s go somewhere more private.”
I had a hunch and needed to find out more.
3.Walk of Shame Still Included
Rob
However fast I moved when leaving Bliss, it ain’t fast enough as I rushed over to Orion’s apartment for hot incubus sex.
The award for most confused boner ever went to mine in that club’s back office. I kept telling myself to focus on getting out of there alive, then I’d look at the hard line of Orion Lennox’s lickable jaw or see his Adam’s apple jump as he bit back frustration, and damn, I might have offered myself up to the mercy of the not-court for any justice as long as my judge looked like that.
Not being able to fly really sucked at times like this.
See, my greatest trick as a mage was seeing through the eyes of a little birdie who shared my name. We were two birds of a feather, or at least two robins. People naturally guarded their secrets, and their valuables, when taking one glance at me. But nobody paid any attention to the birdie perching on the tree branch outside their house.
My bird-fu skills did shit for me now. I couldn’t actually use the other robin’s body to transport myself across long distances.
When I arrived at the incubus’s apartment and gave the doorman Orion’s name—his building had a doorman, anightdoorman—he directed me to the frigging penthouse because this mysterious incubus wasn’t just regular loaded, he was night doorman in the penthouse suite loaded.
Nerves threatened to dampen the high of incoming incubus sex by the time I arrived at his dang penthouse. Then he opened the door.
Orion still looked hotter than all hell. The surliest incubus ever, 6 feet and change of solid muscle and smolder.
He’d lost the suit jacket from earlier, greeting me in his silky grey shirt with the top buttons undone. No chest hair despite positively reeking of testosterone, which meant he must shave. That begged the natural question of whether he shaved his whole chest. What about his happy trail? What about—what about not standing there and gawking open-mouthed?
"Hey,” I greeted with a casual nod. “Hell’s the same temperature as here, right?"
"What?"
“The realm. We say ‘hot as hell,’ but is any realm’s temperature radically different than the rest of the planet? Each realm is still part of the same earth.”
Orion stared at me for a moment. “Come in,” he said, neatly stepping over all my rambling.
He politely kept his mouth shut when I wiped my shoes on his welcome mat four times. It felt like I tracked dirt in here just by existing. The whole place screamed, ‘Robs do not belong here.’ That couldn’t be more clear even if the building really were magically enchanted to scream at trespassers.
Orion’s sleek and modern bachelor pad relied on black too much and only subtly hinted at extreme wealth instead of being decorated with nine pinball machines, a margarita maker, and a stripper pole, like how I’d decorate if I had cash for luxuries like margaritas on demand or decorating.
One exception to all the black was the living room and a plush cream couch we passed there. We ended up in his study. I knew it was a study because it reminded me of every little room marked ‘study’ in every Clue boardgame I ever played, all leather and old books and sophistication.
“That couch looked pretty comfortable,” I said before stepping closer and putting my hands on his silky shirt. “Not that I’m judging your preferences. Might be hot if you press me against that bookcase.”
The silky shirt, and the insane body underneath it, did not disappoint during the few blissful seconds where my hands roamed his chest.
Then Orion stepped back. “We’re here to discuss some business.”
"Oh yeah? Sure, I can roll with that. Whatever floats your boat. No, whateverraisesyoursails.It’s kinda weird an incubus uses euphemisms for sex, shouldn’t you be able to say—” A horrifying thought occurred to me. “When you say business, do you mean like… regular business? The business of things that aren’t sexual? Not sex?"
"Yes," Orion said.
“Sorry, just to double check. You wanna be alone… with me… for reasons, non-sexual reasons?”
