Page 4 of The Imp Act

“Your turn.”

I shake my head. “Not fair. I’m wearing less than you.”

“Sure, cheater,” he says, but he’s still smiling. He shucks the shirt, somehow managing not to tangle it in his wings. He tosses it on the floor and for the first time, opens his wings to their impressive full span, shaking them a little.

“Ahh.” He closes his eyes and exhales with a sigh. “Feels good to stretch.”

“Can you fly?”

He opens one eye to peer at me. “Wouldn’t be much use having wings if I couldn’t.”

Interesting. I wonder if he’d take me flying someday.

He folds his wings back up, kicks off his shoes, and unbuttons his trousers. In less than a minute, he’s standing before me in nothing more than boxer briefs. Briefs with an imposing bulge in them.

“Now it’s really your turn,” he says, and I nod. I stand and unbuckle my strappy shoes, then turn so he can unzip me. I shimmy out of my dress, wearing nothing but a silver bra and thong. It took meagesto track down metallic silver lingerie, but I was determined to find a set that would match the dress.

I guess I’m finicky about matching undergarments, but hey, I’m a fashion designer. I know better than anyone that details matter.

“You really are gorgeous,” he says quietly, almost as if he didn’t mean to speak aloud.

“Thank you,” I say. I motion to his underwear. “Carry on.”

Without another word, he leans down and peels them off, kicking them next to his shoes. His bulge is revealed in all its glory, and I try not to gasp. It must be as long and thick as his forearm, and it’s as red as the rest of him.

“Good grief. I hope you have a whole gallon of lube,” I mutter.

As I gaze at his cock, trying to take in its sheer size, it waggles back and forth like a windshield wiper. I gape and look up to meet Enzo’s eyes. “Did your dick justwaveat me?”

He bursts into laughter. “It likes you. It wanted to say hello. I take it you’ve never been with an imp before?”

I shake my head. “Is it…prehensile?”

“Basically. I have a lot of motor control over it. And because of that, it’s never really flaccid. It can’t be. It’s just how my species is designed, I guess.”

Holy bananas, I may have just hit the sex jackpot. “You’re saying you have a permanently hard dick that can wiggle around?”

He nods. “Pretty much.”

“Well, this is something I’ve got to experience.” I unhook my bra with a flourish and fling it across the room. My thong goes flying after it.

He waggles his dick again.

With a giggle, I fall back onto the bed. “I assume with the wings, you prefer to be on top?”

He looms over me, giving me a nice view of all his muscles. The way he’s holding himself up emphasizes the cut of his biceps and the taut muscles of his abs.

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” he says. “I can make any position work, but yeah, this is easiest on my wings. Plus, I can do this.”

Moving faster than I expected, he shoves my thighs apart and dives between them. Most of my romantic encounters start with kissing, true, but it’s usually on the lips…the ones on my face.

Not this time.

He goes straight for the juncture of my thighs, kissing and licking with gusto, making me gasp with surprise.

“Damn,” I mutter.

“Mmm, I’ve been wanting to get a taste of you all night. Now I’m going to have my fill.”

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