Page 48 of Monster's Delight

“I can’t leave.” Darragh winked at me.

I rolled my eyes. “Obscure,” I muttered, and the rug on the floor rose up to cover the entirety of the painting.

“That’s all?” Aiden asked, a gleam in his eyes.

“He can’t see or hear us. It’s like he went to sleep,” I said.

“Perfect.” Aiden frowned. “Why are you still cowering by the desk? Are you going to run away on me?”

“Of course not!” Jeans weren’t the easiest or sexiest things to take off, so I transmuted them into a frilly short skirt, barely covering my ass. My sweater was next, turned into a sheer chemise that hid nothing.

“Woman, you know what I like,” Aiden said, following his words with a low whistle. “Damn. Turn for me.”

I gave a slow pivot, and when I was facing him again, he had changed his own clothes to a pair of low-slung sweatpants, and had lost his shirt entirely. Without the paint job of his demon costume from the night before, I could see every muscle, from the firm pectorals down to the lithe line of his obliques that narrowed under his pants.

I licked my lips.

“Like what you see?” Aiden murmured. “It’s all for you. You can touch whatever you want.”

We came together in the middle of the room, and I skated my hands down his torso, his going straight to my ass. I made my way to his waistband and suddenly Aiden pulled away, clearly affected and breathing hard.

“On one condition,” he said.

“And what’s that?”

“You have to give me a show first.” He cocked an eyebrow up and gestured at the desk behind him.

“Like a strip tease?” I asked, confused. “I did that last night.”

“No, I want you to get yourself off for me. I’ll conjure any assistance you might need, but other than that…” He plopped down on the chair and leaned back. “You’re on your own.”

My eyes widened. “Seriously?” I bit my lip as I looked at the desk, avoiding his gaze. “I’m not very good at it.”

“At what?”

“Touching myself,” I whispered. I flushed when I met his eyes.

“Tell me.” He patted his knee expectantly.

Hesitantly, I crossed to him and perched on his firm thigh. His hand slid up my leg and under my skirt, stopping before touching me at my apex, where I desperately needed him.

“I have a hard time reaching my climax. I can’t seem to come when I also have to concentrate on moving my fingers at the right speed.”

“Thank you for telling me.” His hand moved the last few inches up and petted over my now-damp underwear. “I should be able to help you with that, when you get to that point. Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” My answer was a trifle breathless, since he’d found the nub of my sex and was slowly circling it.

Aiden lightly pressed a kiss behind my ear and whispered. “Take these off.” He pinched the material and pulled it away from my slick skin with an embarrassing sound.

I squirmed off his lap and wiggled my underwear down my legs.

“Good girl,” Aiden said approvingly. “Sit facing away from me now. And spread your legs. That’s it, just like that.”

I leaned back against his solid chest, half hiding my flushed face in his neck. I felt incredibly exposed, sitting with my legs so far apart on his lap that my skirt was hiked up my thighs. His knees were holding me in place when all I wanted to do was close up and hide.

“I’m not too heavy for you?” I asked hesitantly.

“Not at all,” he said firmly. His hands caressed my thighs, trailing up from my knees until barely under the hem of my skirt before returning to their original position. “You’re gorgeous, you know that, right?” he murmured, kissing across my forehead as far as he could reach.

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