Satan by Jianne Carlo Read Free Book Online

erotic tangle, and the sated, sexy smile she wore was all because of him . Even the T-shirt crumpled around her neck was erotic as all hell.
    “Sure you can’t cancel your meeting?” He twirled a fat auburn ringlet around his forefinger. “My cock’s happy where it is.”
    “I’m happy where it is too, but I have to make this meeting.” She scrubbed her hand over the stubble on his jaw. “Can I ask you a favor?”
    “You can ask me anything. Right now, I’d scale the Great Wall of China for you.” He nipped the tip of the finger outlining his mouth.
    “Don’t shave. I like the way your stubble feels on my breasts.”
    Their stares locked. “Did you forget that today I plan on eating your pussy until you, one, come five times, and two, beg for mercy? Wouldn’t want you to have stubble-burn.”
    She winked. “I didn’t forget, and that’s the reason you shouldn’t shave.”
    His dick had slowly been going flaccid, but when the image of him between her legs stubble-fucking her clit flashed through his head, he hardened on a heartbeat.
    “Damn, woman. You turn me on like I’m a horny teenager. A man of my advanced years is supposed to need time between screws. I’m ready and roaring again. But,” he glanced at the clock. “We need to get going if you want to be on time for that meeting.”
    With the greatest reluctance, he pulled out of her tight sheath, gave her a quick kiss, and rolled off the bed. “Use this bathroom. I’ll shower in one of the others. You going to wear your black dress?”
    “Yes. I have the card for the limo driver from last night. I’ll—”
    “I’ll run you into the city to the meeting.” No way did he intend to let her out of his sight. Ten to a thousand a bazillion doubts would rear and she’d retreat.
    “Honestly, it’s easier and more convenient for me to take a limo. The meeting’s in my condo’s conference room. I can dash to my place and change quickly.” She eased out from under the covers.
    His good mood frayed at the edges. “I said I’ll run you into the city. I’m the reason you have to dash.”
    She held up a hand. “This is not negotiable. I’m calling the limo…”
    It didn’t sound like she had any intention of returning. He was ticked off. “Are you calling off us spending Christmas together?”
    “No. Not at all. In many ways, this is the meeting of my lifetime. This appointment is crucial to my plans for the future. I need time to think about how I want to handle it, and you’re very distracting.” She stood, walked over to him, placed both palms on his chest, and looked right at him. “Have you changed your mind?”
    She didn’t give off a single telltale lying body signal. No increase in blink rate. No averting her eyes. Reassured, he covered her hands with his.
    “Not a chance. How about we compromise? You take the limo into the city, have your meeting, and we have lunch downtown before heading back here?”
    She flashed him a smile. “Perfect. You pick the restaurant?”
    “I will. What’s the address of your building?”
    She rattled off a Manhattan address. “Should I text it to you?”
    “Nope. Got it memorized. Now, you can’t hide from me.” He tongue-tickled the center of her palm and grinned when her breathing accelerated. His dick did a hopeful twitch.
    Her gaze dropped to his boner and then encountered his. She shook her head. “I haven’t felt this level of sexual attraction in forever. It’s good to know it’s mutual.”
    “Oh yeah. Now, you’d better get going missy. Is the card for the limo in your purse?” He massaged her bottom cheeks, before giving both a light tap.
    “Uh-huh.” She shot him a sensual peep, and he wondered if she enjoyed bondage play.
    From the deep recesses of his mind, he recalled seeing a billboard for a sex-store on the route to the Hades Squad office. While she had her meeting, he intended to pay a visit to at least five retail joints, including that destination.
    “I’ll call