Page 58 of Desired By Eros

“Really? I’ve never played pinball.”

“Well…” She hooked a finger in a lock of hair and twirled it. “Do you want to check it out? I mean, if you’re not busy with Psyche…”

“Not at all. Lead the way.”

The large tent pitched at the main campsite just behind the mess hall was a new addition. It appeared to be a normal canvas tent, but once they stepped inside, it was as if he’d been transported elsewhere. Lanterns and fairy lights had been strung all around, providing a cozy atmosphere. Music blasted from a portable speaker and tables and chairs had been set up inside to provide spaces where people could sit and socialize. However, almost everyone was at the bar at the far end, chatting and laughing like they were in any watering hole in any city in the world. And just as Marge had said, there was, indeed, a pinball machine just off to the side.

“Wow, this is amazing.”

“Right? It’s so nice to just come here after work and have a happy hour. C’mon!” She grabbed his hand. “Let’s get a drink.” Dragging him to the bar area, she called out, “Look who’s here, guys!”

A loud cheer rang from the small crowd, and someone handed Eros a drink in a glass.Whiskey.The drink went straight to his belly and to his head, and his muscles relaxed.

“Good?” Marge asked.

“Yes.” He downed the rest. “Exactly what I needed. More!” Another cheer went up, and someone quickly refilled his glass.

Yes, this was exactly what he needed. Drink and cheer, something to remind him of what he was missing out on being stuck here. When he had his godly powers, he could go to any party on earth—one moment he was sitting in the VIP section of Las Vegas’s most exclusive nightclub, and the next, he was rubbing shoulders with celebrities and socialites at a movie premiere after-party in London before ending his day watching the sunrise on the beaches of Ibiza.

That’s what his life should be all about as God of Love and Desire: glitz, glamor, and gorgeous women.

He was already a few glasses deep when Marge returned from making the rounds. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Sure enough, here was a gorgeous woman—tall, willowy, and curvy in all the right places.

Yet why couldn’t he muster anything more than a passing admiration of her looks? He couldn’t imagine her in his bed. No, there was only one woman he wanted to kiss and touch.

“Are you having a good time?” she asked, leaning forward and allowing him a better view of her generous cleavage.

“I am. Thanks for bringing me here.”

“My pleasure. I mean, I would have brought you here sooner, but you were always with Psy?—”

“I’ve never played pinball,” he interrupted.

A dark eyebrow went up. “Never?”

“Nope. Care to show me?”

A slow smile curved her lips. “Of course.”

The sensual sway of her hips as she led the way to the pinball machine was an unmistakable invitation. He’d bedded many women like her over the millennia, and, once he got his immortality back, would continue to do so. If he found a way to break free of this godsdamned punishment.

Not if, he told himself.When.Despite the alcohol buzzing in his system and wrapping his head in a fuzzy cloud, it was so clear to him now. He had to get the fuck off the Upperworld.

“So, it’s really quite simple,” Marge began as she stood in front of the machine and placed her hands on the red buttons on the sides. Her breasts threatened to pop out of the low-cut shirt as she leaned down. “All you have to do is hit the balls with the paddles like this…”

He remained frozen to the spot, watching her as she explained the game, her breasts jiggling enticingly as she moved and thrust her hips forward.

I should be enjoying this.Women had done more to seduce him.

Yet, he couldn’t imagine himself with her. No, his thoughts were filled with a certain petite, brown-haired, curvy shifter female who spoke of lake sediment records and echinoderms.

“Wait, I think I got it.” He finished the remaining whiskey in his glass and motioned for her to move aside. Placing his hands on the buttons, he said, “Is this how it’s done?”

“Yes. But I think I should give you a more hands-on tutorial.”

Soft, plush curves pressed up against his back as she placed her hands over his. “Is this okay?”

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