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“Warren!”
“Again,” he grits out.
“Warren!”
“Again,” he growls.
He punctuates each word with a deep thrust until I'm chanting his name over and over again, that pressure building within me into something deliciously hot.
“Warren!” I scream out one last time as I begin to quake around him.
“That’s it! Call out my name when you come on my cock, sweet baby.” My entire body seizes up, and then I’m shattering beneath him. Warren lets out a deep, guttural groan, and then I feel his hot heat spilling inside me.
He grunts as his cock continues to spurt within me staining my womb with each pulse. I feel the tremors going through his own body before he gathers me close to his chest and then collapses into his chair with me straddling him.
He keeps himself seated deep within me as we shake in the aftermath together. I feel his hands brushing my hair back from my forehead, and then I feel his lips place a gentle kiss there.
He lets out an incredulous laugh. “If I’d have known that’s what was holding you back, sweetheart, I’d have told you how I really felt from the beginning.”
He cups my cheek, his eyes so soft they make my insides melt. “I was trying my best not to scare you away, though. You already thought I was the devil.”
“I didn't think you were the devil,” I protest.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “You asked me if I was the devil the first time we met.”
“That's not what I meant to ask you.” I shake my head, but before I can say more, he strokes his thumb over my lip.
His eyes rove across my face before he murmurs, “It doesn’t matter. Maybe I am the devil, but you're my redemption, sweet angel.”
I cup his face in my hands, his stubble scratchy under my palms. A grumble of satisfaction rumbles up out of him. “If you're a devil, then you’re my devil.”
His eyes blaze with that blue fire before he grabs the nape of my neck and kisses me again, branding me with his lips.
And it’s true. If he's the devil, then I'll gladly burn with him.
Epilogue
Two Years Later
Warren
“Thank you, Matt.”My wife smiles at my head of PR before she closes the door to our office and saunters over to me with a sexy sway of her hips.
Of course, I rehired Matt back at my wife’s insistence. That and the fact that I really do need him to field some of the bullshit PR stuff I don’t have the patience for. He was completely nonplussed about his termination anyway. I’ve fired and rehired him at least ten times since he’s worked for me. He knows the drill. He knows it comes with the territory of working for the devil.
I have to say, though, I don’t seem to be scowling at him—or any of my other employees quite so much lately, and it’s all due to my beautiful wife.
Faith.
She grounds me. She makes me a better man. She’s so good and kind and sweet, and even though I can still be a bastard, she soothes me in a way no one else has ever been able to.
And she truly is a valuable asset to the company, so much so that I made her partner. She’s not just my partner in life. She’s also my business partner now. She has a great head for finance, and together we’re unstoppable.
I watch the way the filmy white fabric skims over her thighs as she sashays over to me with a coy smile on her face. The little vixen knows exactly what she's doing to me in that dress. It doesn't help that she has a pair of faux wings made into the back of the thing, making her truly look like an angel. We’re already dressed for our annual Halloween party tonight. While costumes aren’t mandatory, it’s become a bit of a tradition for Faith and I to dress up as an angel and devil, respectively. The press gets a kick out of it, and our marriage is great for business. We’re known as a power couple—and we are.
Whereas Faith is dressed as an angel, I, on the other hand, am dressed in all black—as usual—though I refuse to wear a headpiece of horns. I've been the devil this long with nothing but my suit on. I'm not going to start dressing up now.
I have to say that the party has grown on me. After all, had it not been for the thing in the beginning, I never would have met my angel.
