Page 47 of The Devil's Secret

Just as she tilts her head to the side with a curious glint in her eyes, I scoop her up by her hips and throw her over my shoulder.

“Hey!” She giggles adorably. “You probably don’t want to be this close to me. I haven’t even showered.”

“You smell good enough to eat, baby girl.” My palm lands on her ass on instinct, and I test the waters, squeezing tight, and her breath hitches.

Her hot panting skims across my back, and knowing how much she wants me, knowing that maybe all those feelings I had back at the club weren’t just mine, only makes me want her more. Maybe we were real, however fucked up it was.

I walk us down the stairs, my hand still on her ass, needing to touch her everywhere. Goddamn, I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman this badly. Hell, I’ve never waited this long to do it either.

They’re more than willing to get into my bed, or anywhere else really. But none of it meant anything, not until Joelle.

We make it to my kitchen and I reluctantly put her back on her feet. She fingers her hair, fluffing it up as she clears her throat, her cheeks a deeper red now as she looks up at me.

“Where’s this ice cream you promised?”

“Damn, woman. You’ve got no patience.” I pull out a bowl and spoons from the cabinets, placing both down before strolling to the fridge and opening the freezer.

She follows me, standing too damn close as her attention flows to the cartons of ice cream surrounded by a crap load of frozen veggies.

“So that’s how you manage to keep all those muscles in check? Ice cream and broccoli?” Her face lights up with laughter.

“You’re a real damn fucking comedian.” I bump into her with an elbow on purpose and she does it back, pushing past me to kneel and retrieve the coffee flavor.

“I’ve got what I need.” She eyes me playfully, opening the carton as she heads back to the counter to get her spoon. “You may go.”

“Damn, I’ve been replaced by dessert, huh? I see how it is. Okay. Well, I know when I’m not needed.”

“I was kidding.” She sucks on the spoon, then dips it in for more. “I kind of need you to show me around first.”

“Brat.” I move toward her with a chuckle, grabbing the ice cream from her grasp and taking a spoonful into my mouth.

“Hey! I never said I share.”

“You do now.” I fill the spoon. “Open your mouth.” And she does, slamming her gaze to mine. Gradually, I slip the spoon inside, and without my eyes leaving hers, I watch her suck on the cold metal until it’s licked clean.

“How’d that taste?” My thumb replaces the spoon, stroking her lips.

“Good.” Her whispery breaths got my cock in a chokehold. I inhale deep, dick throbbing for her lips. Both sets of them. I need inside this woman. Need to watch her come. For me, and me alone.

I grit my teeth.

“Come on.” Grabbing her hand, I thread our fingers together, stepping away with her next to me. “I’ll take you on a small tour, then I have to go to work for a little, so you’ll have to manage alone without me.”

“I promise not to die from boredom.”

“Just try not to break the sculpture by the door.” I pull her flush to my side, curling my arm around her hip. “I kinda like it.”

“That’ll be the first thing I break.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything, huh?”

She side-eyes me with a tiny flicker of a smile. “Now you’re catching on.”

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JOELLE

He’s taken me through some areas of his luxurious place, from the high-tech movie theater to the game room with a huge trampoline in the center, to the outdoor tennis courts and cabanas by the pool.

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