“Fire demon.”
“Uh-huh. The demon of fireworks and fried food, at your service.”
I shoved his chest. “You’re screwing with me right now, aren’t you? Fireworks and fried food,” I scoffed.
He frowned. “Screwing with you? You said I was not allowed to take advantage of your body.”
I blushed so hard, I was pretty sure my ancestors were also beet red. “Uh, it’s just a saying. It’s not literal.”Change the subject. Change the subject.“So, what do you want to do today?” He waggled his eyebrows, and now I knew he was messing with me. Scowling at him, I took a sip of my coffee so he couldn’t see the tiny curl of a smile on my lips.
He bit his full bottom lip, and I reminded myself, for the millionth time, that he was a demon. At least I’d stopped looking at his dick. Until I justthoughtabout his dick, which automatically made melookat his dick.Dammit!
“I do not know. It will be several days until Lucifer realizes I am missing and sends his hunters.” He tapped his chin. “What would you do if you only had a few days to walk the earth?”
Most people would quit their job, but I’d already checked that one off my list yesterday. I’d quit when I caught my boss at the magazine bent over her desk while Cade did his best impression of a bronc rider behind her.
What else would I do? Sit on the couch and binge-watch TV while eating ice cream? Was I really that sad? “I don’t know either. Yesterday morning, I would have said stay home and have a bunch of sex with the love of my life. Now? I don’t know.”
The eyebrow wiggle was back, and it made his horns twitch. I desperately wanted to reach up and touch them. “Well, copious amounts of carnal pleasure is still an option.”
I rolled my eyes at him, resisting the urge to drag him to bed. “This conversation would be much more simple if you were wearing clothes again. Is there any way you can put your meat suit back on?”
He chuckled as he totally did that weird reverse stripping thing he’d done last night, which somehow was just as sexy as when he was walking around naked. This time, he managed to magic on some jeans and a tight black t-shirt. He even had a leather jacket. “I looked at your book to decide what humans were wearing right now.” I blushed again as he pointed to the super smutty MC romance I’d been reading on my couch the other day.
I swallowed hard as I noticed the way his shirt clung to his abs, his jeans sitting low on his hips.Sweet Mother of Cinnamon Rolls, help me.Honestly, if I could lick him, it would be worth going to Hell. There. I’d said it.
I was staring, words fleeing from my brain. My eyes tracked up his body of their own accord, and when I reached his amusedface, a slight crinkle at the corners of eyes so dark they were inky-black pools, I blurted out, “Texas!”
When he stared at me blankly, I cleared my throat. “I’ve always wanted to go to the Texas State Fair. Plus, you’re the demon of fireworks and fried food, right? Well, at the Texas State Fair, you would be hailed a king. And there’s fireworks every night.”
I wondered if that was why I’d summoned him, of all demons. There was a little deep-fried Oreo voodoo out in the world right now.
The grin Uko gave me at that moment made my heart race. My body felt hot all over again, and this weird bubble of happiness pressed against my sternum. Oh, nope, that was vomit. I was totally going to hangover-puke.
I reached the sink just as my coffee bubbled back up my throat. Apparently, I was a magician. First, I’d made a demon appear, and now I’d just made an entire bottle of vodka reappear in my sink.Yay for me. I’ll take my applause now.
Uko came over and patted me on the back gently. “It does not smell so delicious in this form,” he said, clearly amused.
I flipped him the bird as I rested my head on the cool stainless steel of my sink. I was definitely dying. Maybe Uko was a death apparition. Like the end of a really awesome novel where the protagonist is actually buried in the woods and you’re seeing the last days of her life. I could see dead people. You know?
Uko handed me a glass of water. “Do you need a medicine man?”
I shook my head really, really slowly. “Nope. I’m good. I’m just going to have a nap until my blood alcohol level is more like 50/50, then we’ll go on a road trip to Dallas. You’re going to love it.” I gave him a weak smile, letting him wrap an arm around me and walk me to my bedroom.
He tucked me in, whispering, “There, there,” and petting my head like a puppy. When he left the room, I drifted back to sleep.
The sun was streaming through my window when I woke up again, and I was hot. My forehead was coated in sweat, and my thighs were stuck together. My chest was stuck to… something.
My eyes shot open as I realized I was curled around a shirtless Uko. He was snoring like a drunk old fat man, a little drool pooling in the corner of his mouth. He was adorable but not particularly sexy at that moment, and it kind of made me like him more.
I physically peeled my cleavage from his impressive back and resisted the urge to run my fingers down the muscles there. Instead, I rolled over to my nightstand. I looked at my phone—ten missed calls from Cade on my home screen. There were also twenty-three texts from him, and five from my mom. I opened the ones from her first.
Mom: Cade says you are having a nervous breakdown. Are you okay?
Mom: Are you inviting strange men home, Elsie May? What would your father say?
Mom: Elsie? Why aren’t you answering me? Are you okay?
Mom: Elsie, are you dead? ANSWER ME!
