Page 64 of I Accidentally Hired a Shadow Walker
“Seriously?” I scoffed. “Demons chasing you, and that’s what you’re thinking about now?”
“That’s not a no. Besides, what better way to get my mind off my troubles?” He pointed at the door. “I’m sure a hot bath would help me too.”
“PowerPoint presentations do the trick for me!” I pointed behind him. “Call your shadow and go.”
“As you wish.” The shadow opened behind him, and he stepped back, waving until it swallowed him whole.
“Tell me I can’t be in control. It’s my damn life,” I muttered before I turned and headed into the bathroom.
Raymond hadn’t just run me a bath. He lit candles, dimmed the light, and set up my towels for me. I looked around the bathroom, and butterflies flutteredin my stomach.
“Stop it!” I fussed at myself. This was not the time for fantasizing—but that was exactly what was about to happen. I could feel it at the back of my mind, a story forming about me and the shadow walker who ran the perfect baths.
It didn't take long for me to tie my hair up and slip into the tub. The water was the perfect temperature, just hot enough to where I felt like my skin might almost melt off. As the water worked on me, easing away all the tension left from the day, I closed my eyes. Yeah, he was right. They were all right. At some point in my life, I would have to learn to let go of being in control of everything. With shadow walkers and demons knocking on my door, it felt like the absolute wrong time to relinquish control of any part of my life.
Already, I was coming up with ways to prolong the situation and give myself more time to get acclimated to the idea of going to hell. I thought about faking an injury or packing my bags and running away in the middle of the night, but even if Raymond couldn’t find me, Jackie sure could. And there he was again, in my head.
Raymond.
It started simple. I thought about how well we worked together, how things would be different when our partnership ended. Then, I replayed the day, how tense he looked around his brother and the other demons. How, after they were gone, he was back to the same swag-dripping guy I knew before. Then, I questioned his motives and how he felt about me.
At any moment, he could have left me, demonic threat or not, but he didn’t. He stayed to protect me. But why the hell did it matter to me how he felt? I didn’t want to be with him, did I? And even if I did, what possible future could I have with a man who wasn’t even from the same world as me and whose real name I couldn’t pronounce?
Was that the reason I cared so much about him? Was that the reason I found myself more and more intrigued by him every day? He wasn’t from Earth, but neither were my ancestors. Was there a part of me that connected with, that recognized that foreign energy and bonded with him because of it?
As my thoughts spiraled deeper into the layers of feelings and confusion, a familiar, throbbing pressure built between my legs, a deep warmth spreading through me. A quiet moan slipped from my lips before I knew what was happening, and when I opened my eyes, I knew I wasn't alone anymore.
Smoky tendrils filled the space. They crossed the bathroom, moving closer to me, and as they approached, I felt the tension rising. I looked down and saw those lines of smoke converging across my chest. I couldn’t take my eyes off the movement. First swirling and translucent, they turned into flesh, dark and hot against my skin. A hand formed between my thighs, and the pressure on my clit grew more intense. I wanted to throw my head back, but I couldn’t stop watching as a hand, wrist, forearm, and those familiar tattoos, smokey patterns different each time I saw them, came into view.
While one hand formed between my thighs, the other appeared on my left breast. Fingers teased my nipple as warm breath moved against the right side of my neck.
Hold your composure, girl!
I tried, but the soft moans betrayed me as I spoke to him. “Raymond? What are you doing?”
The deep chuckle, a devious sound, rang in my ear. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
I should have. I should have cursed him out for appearing there, for touching me without permission. I should have screamed bloody murderand maybe even committed it. I didn’t, though. Because just as I was about to let the curses fly, his arms warmed again, and the heat he generated radiated through me.
“How are you doing that?” My eyes rolled back as the room blurred, and I suddenly felt intoxicated.
“What?” His voice was another caress against my skin, further melting me into him.
“The heat,” I moaned. “It feels so good.”
“The perks of dating a demon.” He chuckled.
“Are we dating now?” That snapped me out of the trance, and my head snapped right to look at him. “I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
As soon as I moved, his head turned smokey and vanished.
“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed!” I laughed. “Big man can sneak into my home and touch me from the shadows, but ask him about what a relationship is, and he disappears.”
Raymond said nothing. Instead, he thrust two fingers into my pussy, and I gasped, hands gripping the edges of the tub as my eyes slammed shut.
“Quiet.” His voice came deeper than before, and then his fingers stretched deeper inside me, swirling and hitting every spot imaginable.
I looked down to double check it was, in fact, his hand and not something else. There it was, one hand between my thighs and two fingers out of view. So how did it feel like so much more?
