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I look back at her, my hand coming up to gently cup her face. “I’m not good with words, Elara,” I admit. “But I want you to know…I love you, too. More than I ever thought possible.”

Without waiting for a response, I lean in, capturing her lips with mine in a searing kiss. It’s a kiss filled with all the words I can’t say, all the emotions I can’t put into words. It’s desperate and needy, gentle and sweet.

Her lips are soft against mine, her taste sweet and intoxicating. I pull her closer, deepening the kiss, my free hand tangled in her hair. I pour everything I have into the kiss, every ounce of what I feel for her, every bit of my gratitude for her sacrifice.

When we finally pull apart, I rest my forehead against hers, my breaths ragged.

“Bax,” Elara whispers, and I freeze against her, wondering what more there could be. A part of me thinking this is just some elaborate prank. More torture as if I haven’t been tormented the moment she left my life.

“Yes, angel?”

“Close the door.”

I glance over my shoulder to see the entire office looking in at once. With a low chuckle, I flash a hand and the door slams shut, held only in place by my magic.

“And the frosted glass…” Elara whispers again.

I frown, but do as she commands. As soon as the glass goes opaque, Elara shuffles against me, hand snaking down my chest in a way that makes a rumble go through me.

I’m instantly hard. Have been hard the moment I took her into my arms.

As her little fingers fidget with the fly of my slacks, realization dawns and a deep chuckle bubbles in my chest.

A little smile quirks her lips, and she waggles her eyebrows.

“Problems with spatial relations here,” she says, her fingers still tinkering with the button.

“So impatient,” I murmur.

Elara looks up, a devilish look in her eyes as she leans back on my desk, spreading her legs enough that I see what’s up her skirt.

Her pure uncovered flesh peeks back at me, her pussy lips glistening in the light that hits her perfect skin.

“I made you wait,” she whispers.

“The worst week of my existence,” I say, leaning forward to bring my nose to her cunt, taking a moment to inhale her sweet scent through my nose.

“You know, having a relationship with your boss is frowned upon greatly where I come from.”

“Well, it’s a good thing creatures like me exist—”

“To break the rules.”

I can’t help but smirk at that. Turns out, even for a demon, Hell isn’t too bad with the right company.

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