Page 61 of Oh, Hell No

No, I was. I had to stop doing little things like the towel. She had been noticing. It was freaking her out. But the candles I was blowing the fuck out. It was either that or get rid of them.

The doorbell rang, and I stood up. “It’s the food,” I said.

“Then, I am pausing this because you have to see it from the beginning.”

I smirked. As if I was going to be focused on anything other than her. I’d been thinking about this. Getting to spend time with her again since that one damn night in Louisiana she hadn’t been my prisoner, but we had talked. I wasn’t wasting it paying attention to the plot of some weird-ass television show where the Devil solved crimes.

Twenty-Eight

Winslet

I finished off my last taco and had to cover my mouth when Lucifer threw a toy for Chloe’s daughter to fetch to get rid of her. Although I had seen it already, it still made me laugh, and spitting my food out would not be attractive.

“I wasn’t expecting this,” Oz said beside me.

I glanced at him and swallowed before asking, “What?”

He nodded his head toward the screen as he sat there, already done with his food, and leaned back, making Lucifer Morningstar pale in comparison.

“He was honest about who he was, and she doesn’t believe him,” he said.

I dusted off my lap and then took the glass of wine Oz had poured me. “Well, it is a little hard to believe,” I said.

“Sit back,” Oz said.

His arm was stretched out along the back of the sofa, andalthough it was silly, I was nervous about leaning back. It would be like I was in his arms. When he had sat down with the food, it had been very close to me. I licked my lips, tasting the wine.

“Last chance before I pull you back myself,” he warned.

Whew. Okay. I could do this. I mean, I wanted to. Having his hard chest touch me and his scent surround me sounded pretty incredible. It had been a while since I’d even cuddled on the sofa. I was rusty with all this.

His fingers wrapped around my upper arm and tugged. I went without a fight because there was no fight left in me when it came to this man. I was going to test it out. See if I could handle the player thing without getting attached.

I started to relax back onto the cushions directly behind me, but he was pulling me in his direction.

“Lie back here, and you can stretch your legs out that way,” he told me.

I turned a little and did as he’d suggested. The warmth from his breath against my temple as he wrapped his arm around me, resting just below my breasts, was something I was glad I hadn’t missed out on in life.

“Where’s your sloth?” he asked me. The deep timbre of his voice vibrating in his chest.

“On my bed,” I replied.

He ran the tip of his nose, as if smelling me along my hairline. “Have you been sleeping with it?”

I nodded. It was as soft and cuddly as it looked.

His thumb began to move in a soothing motion over one of my ribs as his arm tightened around me. The brush of his lips against my head felt like a tiny bolt of electricity had been sent through me.

“Why did you name your fuck toy after me?” His voice was hoarse as his hand moved up until his thumb was touching the underside of my right breast.

I closed my eyes. My boobs felt swollen and achy. I wanted his hand to cover one or both. Something.

“My vibrator?” I breathed, trying to remember what question I was supposed to be answering.

“Mmhmm,” he murmured near my ear, pressing a kiss there.

“Because I…”Scream your name every time I get off. That was not the way to admit it.

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