Page 36 of The Devil and His Goddess

The living room was pretty full, and upbeat pop music played overhead. I carved a little space among the guests for myself and my new dance partner before turning to wrap my arms around his neck. I swayed and swiveled my hips to the music, and he eagerly joined in with his hands on my hips and face moving to hover over my ear.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” my dance partner asked.

My unobstructed view over his shoulder nearly choked me, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to react when I saw Perseus posted up against the wall behind this guy. His toned arms were crossed, stretching the fabric of the black long-sleeve tee he wore, and strands of his curly golden hair fell into his eyes as he tilted his head at me in silent challenge.

Watching.

Waiting.

Seeing what my next move was.

“Harper,” I finally answered sweetly, averting my gaze from the greek statue of a man to this one. I trailed my nails up the back of his neck as I continued to move against him, and he groaned when I lightly tugged on the rust-colored hair at the nape of his neck. “You?”

“Bradley,” he answered in a breathless rush against the side of my throat.

Bradley’s cock thickened against me before he could adjust his stance to hide it, and when he pulled back to gaze down at me, his cheeks had gone red and eyes hazy with lust.

“Nice to meet you,” I chirped, flashing him a wide smile and pressing my breasts further into him.

Bradley was fairly attractive with his combed over red hair and blue eyes. His skin looked like it spent a lot of time being kissed by the sun, and his hands were soft.

“Are you a student at Bridges?” I asked him, referring to the university Aiysha went to.

“Nah. I work for a construction company. I came with some buddies who are students there, though. You?”

“I used to be. I work at the Silverlight Ballet Company now.”

His gaze gave me an appreciative sweep. “A dancer. Very nice. You definitely look it.”

My attention drifted over Bradley’s shoulder on its own accord. Perseus hadn’t moved from his spot. Not only that, but his eyes had narrowed slightly, and his jaw ticked like his teeth were grinding hard. The irritated expression had my own amusement spiking, and the bratty part of me wanted to push his buttons even more.

I moved to the music, letting every curve of my body show off with the seductive movements. I trailed my hands over Bradley’s shoulders and chest while rolling and grinding against him in a way that spelled out wicked intentions, and he eagerly matched me with a hiss under his breath that sounded like, “Fuck, yeah.”

Somehow, in our sensual sway, we got turned around, which put my back to Perseus now. I didn’t let that stop me. I added some more swivel into my hips to put the attention on my butt, and I could only imagine the look he made when Bradley’s palms traveled down my back to squeeze my ass.

Picturing Perseus and his frustration made the already hot thrumming in my veins grow, settling between my thighs. I leaned my head back, letting Bradley shower my throat in attention with hungry kisses and nips, and I closed my eyes to pretend it was a different hard body against mine. The mental image of Perseus rubbing against me or peppering my skin in kisses had my pussy growing slicker by the second, and I bit my lip as my nipples hardened in response.

In fact, I was so keen to see Perseus’s reaction that I raised my arms and circled with a swivel to my body, pressing my butt into Bradley’s obviously hard dick. I didn’t stop moving or grinding back on him, even as my eyes flitted up from Bradley’s hands—which roamed up my sides and close to my breasts—to Perseus.

My peasant’s chest rose and fell hard in what I could only assume was a mixture of aggravation and desire. That last part was obvious from the way his green eyes traced every bit of my body, lingering on the tops of my breasts in the corset or falling to where the hem of my skirt had risen up.

Ifelteverywhere his attention went, and that heated my blood and sent my own desires into overdrive. I now ached between my thighs, and it had nothing to do with my dance partner andeverythingto do with the man watching me from across the room.

Bradley’s head suddenly leaned down near my ear, and he croaked, “Want to get out of here, Dollface?”

The meaning in his words was unmistakable, and my now-aching pussy was absolutely ready for that. The molten hot gaze of my boss had driven me to a near-maddening point, and Ineededrelief, which I couldn’t get from the source of the burn. That was a line I wanted to cross but refused to.

So Bradley would have to do. Hopefully, his sex game was better than his flirting.

“Follow me,” I smirked. “Luckily for us, I live here.”

“Oh, hell yes,” he croaked as I took his hand and pulled him along with me.

The two of us walked right by Perseus on our way to the stairs, and I could practically feel his need to reach out and grab me. His crossed arms tensed as though he fought the urge to stop us, and again, the twisted part inside of me took pleasure in denying him what he wanted.

A hard back momentarily blocked my path, so I quickly said, “Excuse me.”

When the dark man looked over his shoulder at me, I realized it was Dante. His brown eyes bounced from me, to the man I towed behind me, to Perseus wherever he now was behind us. His lips twitched like he was fighting a grin, and when Dante met my eyes again, he stepped aside and swept his arm out for me to continue my trek.

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