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He shrugged as if he had no care in the world. “Believe me, that ringleader is the least of my problems.”
“But he’s the most of mine,” I looked up at him pleading.
“What if I told you I don’t want to go?”
“Then I’d tell you, you’ve gone mad and you need to see someone about that.”
He chuckled, nodding silently. “You might be right about that.”
Once again his dark eyes met mine, and I felt that pull. A shiver ran down my body and heat pooled at my core.
“Do you feel that?” I asked him.
He slowly slipped his hand around my waist and pulled me into him. “This,” he groaned as my body pressed against his hardness.
“She’s playing with us,” I whispered against his mouth. Only a fragment of an inch away from mine.
“Who?” His voice was deep, husky, sending a thrill through me.
“The succubus,” I whispered, leaning my head back and giving him access to my neck.
“There’s a succubus?”
I gave out a laugh. “Yes, I suppose I should have told you that.”
“Explains my need then.”
“What need?” I moaned as his tongue ran along the curve of my neck.
“My need for you,” he danced us back toward a lounge chair, kissing and biting my neck, his hands squeezing and caressing my body.
He sat back into the chaise lounge and his eyes roved over me, lingering on my breasts. I wondered if he was true. All humans felt her pull when they entered Lucifer’s Embrace, but even with that seduction the men ran away from me. So I wondered if he’d stay and in my lust filled fog, I played along.
“Are you sure you’re not afraid of me,” I whispered seductively as I slid onto his lap, straddling his thighs. I was playing with fire and wondered how far I could push him.
“Why would I be?” He asked, his palms trailing up my thighs and making me shiver.
“Your hands feel so good,” I whispered, nipping at his earlobe.
“I’ll make sure you feel them all over these gorgeous curves.”
I smiled at him. “Most men don’t last this long,” I reached down between us, running my hand along his hard length hidden beneath the layers of clothes.
“I told you, I’m not most men,” he reached up, sliding his hand around my neck and pulling me in for a kiss.
His tongue tangled with mine and he tasted fresh, of spearmint. His kiss was soft at first, deepening as I continued to press my hand and squeeze him.
“How do you know how to do that?” He breathed, releasing me. Both our eyes dropped to his lap where I was undoing his belt. My eyes met his as I slowly undid the zipper, and I smiled when he grunted as soon as my hand glided over him.
“I’m not a whore, but you can’t expect me to be innocent either.” I stroked him and he leaned his head back.
“Fuck. Your hands are so soft.”
I giggled, slowly sliding off his lap and onto my knees.
“You do this for a lot of these assholes.”
I shook my head and licked the tip of his cock. “Only for those who stay.”
