Page 68 of The Devil and His Goddess

She whimpered, even as her pleasure spiked all over again. She reached down with one hand to rub at her glistening folds. I hiked her leg back into my arm just as her pink lips parted on a blissful sigh. She danced around her clit with the tip of her finger before finally touching it. Her nipples hardened again, and I watched her hand as I rolled my hips to the rhythm in which she rubbed. When her finger went slow, so did I. When her finger quickened, so did I.

Her body tensed, and she started to pull her hand back. “Perseus, it’s too much. I’ll—”

“Don’t stop,” I commanded. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

Her blue eyes snared mine, and she bit her lip. Her finger rubbed and circled her clit while my cock continued to pound into her. I knew what was coming. I knew the ache, the pressure, the full-on fucking inferno that was about to erupt from inside her. I wanted it. Icravedit.

Her free hand sought to work her nipple again as the one between her legs picked up its pace. Her hips began to buck and shake, and I took that as my sign to grind harder and faster. Her breathy moans filled the room as my own release built in time with hers before finally, her pleasure erupted.

Her back arched, and her whole body shook as she squirted, spewing fluid all over my dick, legs, the bench beneath us, and herself. Watching the plentiful clear liquid coat the two of us sent my own release spewing out inside of her. I rolled my hips a couple more times to ride out the orgasm before pulling out.

We were spent, yet the day hadn’t even started. There was no time to relish in the post-sex haze. I stood and snapped my fingers. The dripping evidence of our endeavors evaporated from both the room and the two of us, leaving no trace of what had transpired. I quickly got my dress pants and button-up shirt back in order while Harper pulled on her leotard, sweatpants, and jacket.

“I think this is how we should start every morning from now on,” I suggested with a grin.

She stood with an equally warm smile. “I won’t disagree with you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned in to whisper, “Let’s do it in a practice room next. I want to see us in that mirror while you fuck me.”

I groaned and dipped my head into the crook of her neck. “Goddess, why do you torment me so?” I glanced up at the clock above the door, noting people were to arrive any second now. “That’s it. We’re going to my office. I want another round.”

Laughing, she leaned back to beam up at me. “Can’t. I already used my stretching time. I have to meet with Becca.”

“Damn her,” I grumbled.

Harper let out another small laugh, and the sound went straight to my heart. Emotion so potent, it threatened to strangle me, rose up inside of my chest. This human had done something unimaginable to me. I felt it deep in my bones and where a soul would reside if I had one. The need to admit it was becoming hard to resist, like I was confined in too tight clothes and only by telling her what was on my mind could I be free of them.

“Hey, Harper?” I began softly.

Her shining blue eyes held mine, and she smiled. “Yeah?”

The words were right there on the tip of my tongue. The confession yearned to be let out.

Yet what came was, “Have a good day.”

Her grin widened. She stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my lips. “You, too, Perseus.”

Chapter 25

Perseus

I WATCHED THE FINAL DRESS rehearsal ofSwan Lakefrom the center orchestra seating section. Opening day for the show was tomorrow, and I wanted to ensure that every last detail was perfect before then. Rupert watched from the wings, aiding in overseeing production from there. We also had early reviewers throughout the theatre. Their reviews would go out tomorrow, and hopefully, they’d drive patrons to the show.

It had been a week since Drake attacked, and the coward hadn’t shown up for work, which I’d expected. It was a good thing, too. I didn’t want to commit murder right there in front of all my employees.Thatwould be pretty hard to explain away.

I’d still do it if the opportunity presented itself, though.

I’d checked the home address we had on file for him, only to discover a filthy and abandoned apartment. It seemed he’d dipped after getting caught.

Did that mean he’d given up?

Everything pointed to yes.

Harper hadn’t received any more texts, voicemails, or visits. That, paired with the abandonment of his place, was evidence that he’d given up his obsession.

Thankfully, Harper still heeded my advice. She didn’t go anywhere alone, and if Aiysha was going to be out late, Harper stayed at Silverlight to work on her upcoming ballet performance with me overseeing the practice.

At least, she did when we weren’t fucking.

Ever since the truth about my identity came to light and her wall came down, we’d been like two sex-starved fiends. It had only been a week, and yet I didn’t think there was a single room in all of Silverlight that wehadn’tfooled around in.

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