looked up and gave me the smile I’d missed like a lost limb during my travels. “There you are.”
I ran toward him and threw myself in his lap. The book slid to the floor, but we were too busy kissing to care. He tasted like home and I intended to make myself very comfortable there for a very long time. His hands came up to cup my face. His touch was warm and a tingle ran from my scalp to my toes.
When he finally came up for air, his gaze caressed my face. “Gods, I’ve missed you.”
“Ditto, Mancy.”
“How’d the meeting go?”
I shook my head. “No talk. Kiss.” I dove back in for another round of tongue tango. Luckily he was willing to let me take the lead.
Before long, his hands snaked up under my shirt and cupped my breasts. I pressed into those warm hands and wiggled my ass on his lap. He pulled his lips just far enough away to say, “Keep that up and we’ll put on a show.” He nodded toward the open curtains on the floor-to-ceiling sash windows.
Normally, I wouldn’t have cared, but with Giguhl’s demonic rug rats running around at all hours, you couldn’t be too careful. I sighed and put my forehead against his. “Then I think it’s time to move this discussion upstairs.”
He groaned. “Trust me that there’s nothing I’d love more—”
“Do not say but .”
“But,” he began in an apologetic tone, “Giguhl’s been pacing around the house all night asking when you were getting back. In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t busted in—”
At that exact moment, the doors to the library flew open. On the threshold stood a seven-foot-tall, scaly, green demon. He wore a red smoking jacket that complemented his black horns and hooves. Despite the distinguished attire, his expression was anything but composed.
“Bael’s balls, Mancy! You promised to let me know the instant she got back.”
I sighed and dismounted my man. “Hi, G.”
“Thank the gods!”
“What’s wrong?” I glanced at Adam, who shook his head as if to say he took no responsibility for the demon. “Did you and Valva have another fight?”
Valva was Giguhl’s wife. A marriage between a Mischief and Vanity demon already had enough built-in drama to fuel an entire season of reality TV shows, but when you added their litter of demon babies to the mix, it was downright combustible.
“Well, yeah,” he said. “But that’s not the issue.”
“Did the kids destroy another car?” I asked.
His gaze skittered south. “Yes,” he said in a quiet tone. “But we bought Brooks a new one.”
My left eye twitched. “Giguhl, that’s the third car they’ve eaten this year! You really need to set some boundaries.”
“Hey! I’m doing the best I can, okay?” He threw open the lapels on his robe, exposing five distended teats.
“Jesus, Giguhl,” Adam exclaimed.
“You try breastfeeding five demonlings when your teats are scabby and tell me how much energy you have for discipline!”
I closed my eyes and prayed to every goddess I’d ever met for patience. “We know you’re doing your best. But please put your teats away.”
I opened my eyes and was relieved to see he’d pulled the lapels closed.
“Okay, now take a deep breath and tell me what’s got you all worked up.”
He sucked a huge gulp of air and then exhaled it slowly. I nodded encouragingly, ignoring Adam’s eye roll. He always said I gave the demon way too much leeway, but I had to keep reminding him that Giguhl wasn’t officially my minion to order around anymore.
“Didn’t you tell her?” Giguhl demanded of Adam.
I sighed, losing my patience. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Okay, so Erron’s in town for the big concert on Halloween, right?”
I blinked. “Oh, that’s right. And?”
“And he invited us over for dinner tonight.”
The thought of going anywhere but to my bed was not a pleasant one. “I don’t know, G. I’m pretty exhausted.”
“You have no idea how hard it was to convince Valva to let me have a
I ran toward him and threw myself in his lap. The book slid to the floor, but we were too busy kissing to care. He tasted like home and I intended to make myself very comfortable there for a very long time. His hands came up to cup my face. His touch was warm and a tingle ran from my scalp to my toes.
When he finally came up for air, his gaze caressed my face. “Gods, I’ve missed you.”
“Ditto, Mancy.”
“How’d the meeting go?”
I shook my head. “No talk. Kiss.” I dove back in for another round of tongue tango. Luckily he was willing to let me take the lead.
Before long, his hands snaked up under my shirt and cupped my breasts. I pressed into those warm hands and wiggled my ass on his lap. He pulled his lips just far enough away to say, “Keep that up and we’ll put on a show.” He nodded toward the open curtains on the floor-to-ceiling sash windows.
Normally, I wouldn’t have cared, but with Giguhl’s demonic rug rats running around at all hours, you couldn’t be too careful. I sighed and put my forehead against his. “Then I think it’s time to move this discussion upstairs.”
He groaned. “Trust me that there’s nothing I’d love more—”
“Do not say but .”
“But,” he began in an apologetic tone, “Giguhl’s been pacing around the house all night asking when you were getting back. In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t busted in—”
At that exact moment, the doors to the library flew open. On the threshold stood a seven-foot-tall, scaly, green demon. He wore a red smoking jacket that complemented his black horns and hooves. Despite the distinguished attire, his expression was anything but composed.
“Bael’s balls, Mancy! You promised to let me know the instant she got back.”
I sighed and dismounted my man. “Hi, G.”
“Thank the gods!”
“What’s wrong?” I glanced at Adam, who shook his head as if to say he took no responsibility for the demon. “Did you and Valva have another fight?”
Valva was Giguhl’s wife. A marriage between a Mischief and Vanity demon already had enough built-in drama to fuel an entire season of reality TV shows, but when you added their litter of demon babies to the mix, it was downright combustible.
“Well, yeah,” he said. “But that’s not the issue.”
“Did the kids destroy another car?” I asked.
His gaze skittered south. “Yes,” he said in a quiet tone. “But we bought Brooks a new one.”
My left eye twitched. “Giguhl, that’s the third car they’ve eaten this year! You really need to set some boundaries.”
“Hey! I’m doing the best I can, okay?” He threw open the lapels on his robe, exposing five distended teats.
“Jesus, Giguhl,” Adam exclaimed.
“You try breastfeeding five demonlings when your teats are scabby and tell me how much energy you have for discipline!”
I closed my eyes and prayed to every goddess I’d ever met for patience. “We know you’re doing your best. But please put your teats away.”
I opened my eyes and was relieved to see he’d pulled the lapels closed.
“Okay, now take a deep breath and tell me what’s got you all worked up.”
He sucked a huge gulp of air and then exhaled it slowly. I nodded encouragingly, ignoring Adam’s eye roll. He always said I gave the demon way too much leeway, but I had to keep reminding him that Giguhl wasn’t officially my minion to order around anymore.
“Didn’t you tell her?” Giguhl demanded of Adam.
I sighed, losing my patience. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Okay, so Erron’s in town for the big concert on Halloween, right?”
I blinked. “Oh, that’s right. And?”
“And he invited us over for dinner tonight.”
The thought of going anywhere but to my bed was not a pleasant one. “I don’t know, G. I’m pretty exhausted.”
“You have no idea how hard it was to convince Valva to let me have a
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