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“It’s a waste. Gimme.” I wave a hand at him, and although he looks taken aback, he obliges. I place his plate on my empty one and hum happily around a piece of stuffed tomato. Fuck, Greek people know how to cook.

“So, you’re one of those people.”

I look up and find him studying me. I roll my eyes in response. “If you mean people who didn’t have much growing up, yes I am.” I shrug. Why do I feel the need to explain my actions to him?

“Not enough food?” He frowns at me.

“At times.” Even though I’m not ashamed about my roots, I still don’t like talking about it. Especially to Cole, a person who from the bits I’ve gathered in the last year, comes from a very rich family.

The waitress comes to leave my iced coffee and his tea before taking the dirty plates away. I wink at her, enjoying the tightening of Cole’s lips.

“Why hot tea all year round?” I ask him, taking a sip from my glass.

“I like it hot,” the Devil replies and my mind goes to dirty town in under a second. “And I’m not a fan of coffee.”

“And what are you a fan of? What do you do for fun?” I ask, stretching my torso out. His gaze falls on my chest and remains for a few seconds on my pierced nipples.Bingo.

“Pretty sure your idea of fun is quite different from mine.”

“Is it?” I smirk suggestively at him. “I thought we both enjoyed the giving position.” I obscenely thrust my hips ups from the chair a couple of times mimicking the act of sex just to fuck with him. The people sitting at the other tables are too engrossed in their food to spare us a glance. And even if they do…

He raises a brow at me. “I don’t call fucking fun.”

“And what do you call it?” I can’t resist asking. I lean over the table, my cheek propped on my fisted hand.

The air around us gets heavier, filled with anticipation. He bites his lower lip and lets the teeth slide back slowly till they release the lush, red skin. I can’t keep my eyes off of him. “It’s a visceral experience. An exchange of raw pleasure and blinding ecstasy, while I keep the other person pinned under me and ram my full cock inside them. Again and again,” he whispers without moving his darkened, piercing gaze from mine.

Holy mother of Satan.

My cock is about to make a hole through my jeans. And unexpectedly, my hole clenches. I want that. I want to be the one under him with his dick all the way in.Wait, what?

Cole’s eyes fill with smugness, like he knows he got me. Then he stands up, pulls his jacket from the back of the chair and leaves some money on the table. He stops by my side and cages me, placing a hand on the table and the other on the back of my chair. I suck a breath and keep it in. He lowers himself until there’s only a couple of inches between our faces.

“My treat,” he breathes, looking hungrily at my lips. In the next moment, he’s gone.

Damn! I need to take a few breaths to calm down. Beelzebub is good.

I decide here and now that he’ll be the first explorer inside my ass. And Falkor can’t agree more.

Chapter 5

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Love working half-days. It means I can go back home, change, and then hit a bar or club for…

“What the fuck!” I stop in my tracks when I see a puce exterminator truck parked right in my building parking lot.

“No!” I yell, running toward the entrance door. I fumble with the keys, cussing when they slip on the ground. After another try, I’m finally able to open the damn door. Not even looking at the elevator, I run up the four flights of stairs. Meghan and Kate’s cute little faces are right in front of my eyes, and I swear I’ll shave Cole’s head and superglue pictures of dicks all over it if he so much as hurts a whisker on their sweet, elongated noses.

I bang on Cole’s door, fuming like an awoken volcano.

When he opens, I shove him aside and stomp inside, almost make him spill his glass of juice. I frantically look this way and that—throwing him murderous glares in between.

“Where are they? If you hurt them, I’ll crush your balls,” I threaten him, going around the room, checking behind the sofa.

“Who are you talking about?” He sounds puzzled.

“My furry ladies! Meghan and Kate. Where are they?”