Page 98 of Pride: Kneel Before None

ONE YEAR LATER

“You can’t be serious,” she said in a state of either awe or disbelief.

Without turning away from the mirror, my razor hovered just above the layer of shaving cream applied along my jaw. “Always serious.”

She emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel, droplets of water clinging to her skin as she approached with both hands behind her back. A mischievous look in those captivating cerulean eyes gave me pause.

Setting the razor onto the edge of the sink, I turned to face her fully, noticing how the towel looked like it was one shift away from falling away completely.

“The great Ace Reynard is the proud owner of…” She trailed off, probably imagining a drum roll in that magnificent head of hers.

In a grand reveal, her hands emerged from behind her. Holding a rubber duck between her thumb and the pad of her forefinger, she placed it in the palm of her other hand.

“…one particularly naughty rubber duck.” The corners of her mouth twitched with the effort of suppressing her laughter as she eyed the duck dick protruding from the bottom of it.

She lifted the bath toy closer to my face. “You have a name for him too? So you can address him properly when you take your baths, Ace?”

I huffed and snatched the duck from her hand and tossed it through the open bathroom door. It bounced against the floor before rolling under the bed, never to be recovered again if I had anything to do with it.

“Leftover from an infuriating trickster demon with a fascination for the damn things,” I explained.

“Leftover from a trickster… in your tub?” Skepticism hung on each of her words.

Exasperated, I clarified, “He let himself in. Made himself a sandwich. I kicked him out. End of story.”

She stepped up to me, tilting her head back to meet my gaze. Her finger traced along my jaw, collecting some of the shaving cream before smearing it down the center of my chest.

“And what did this uninvited visitor want?” Her towel decided at that moment to drop to the floor, pooling at her feet and leaving her fully naked.

My mind went blank for nearly seven seconds.

When all my brain cells reactivated, my throat worked to form words that sounded remotely intelligible.

“Looking for work. Told him we weren’t hiring.”

In one slow motion, Eve lowered herself before me, balancing on the balls of her feet. Her hands traced along the front of my bare chest and tensed abs until they stopped at the waist of my boxer briefs.

She came face-to-face with the hard length of my cock jutting against the thin fabric.

“Shame. I could think of a few uses for a trickster demon,” she murmured as her fingers tugged down the waistband of my underwear. My cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, every inch of it aching for her.

Her hand wrapped around me, angling the tip of my cock towards her lips. The way she stared up at me, the look in her eyes dared me to lose control. Fuck, did I want to.

My hand grabbed a handful of her damp strands, forcing her head back even further.

“Hungry, Little Spade?”

“Only for you,” she replied, her tongue darting out and tracing over the sensitive slit on the head of my cock.

A full-body shiver rolled along my spine, my hips pressing forward, seeking more of her.

Fucking finally. She was going to live out my fantasy that I had envisioned far too many times before the first day she came into Sevenfold:

My Little Spade.

On her knees.

Sucking my cock like she was made for it.