Some Like it Wicked

“You have lovely skin,” he murmured.

His finger traced her back and she shivered, closing her eyes. A hot wave washed over her, finally pooling low in her belly.

“Cup your breasts.”

She snapped her eyes open, realizing he’d stopped touching her, and her knees felt weak. After a long breath to gather herself, she did as he asked. With her hands squeezing her breasts, Zeke wrapped the new corset around her front, just under her hands. While he had touched her, he also hadn’t looked at her breasts and it surprised her he didn’t try to—he was a demon, after all.

With the same precision he had used in removing the corset, he laced her into the new one. She appreciated that he focused on the job instead of sliding his fingers over her flesh, giving her a chance to collect herself.

What in the elements was wrong with her? Was she on the prowl for a rebound fuck? She’d never been so ready to pounce on anyone and certainly not a demon. Though with his smokin’ hot looks and heated touches, she began to forget his heritage.

When the corset finally tightened around her waist, Zeke gave another tug, finishing with the knot at the bottom. “All set.”

“Thank you.” Turning around, she avoided his gaze and approached the mirror against the far wall. The corset was stunning, the crimson color a beautiful contrast against the black, and her small breasts sat perfectly in the top, showing off cleavage.

She tilted her head and she ran her hands over her corset—so exquisite. It could make someone as plain as her stand out. “What do you think?”

Looking at Zeke in the mirror, she found him standing a little straighter and his dark eyes stared intently into hers. “Beautiful.”

She smiled, then looked back at herself, trailing her fingers over the boning. “I know, isn’t it so beautiful?”

A low groan sounded behind her. “Would you mind not touching yourself like that?”

When she glanced at him in the mirror again, he was striding toward her with a hard look. She turned around just as he closed in on her, offering her a black chiffon skirt. “I need to wait outside.”

Without so much as a second look at her, he left the fitting room and strode back to the front of the store. It was glaringly obvious this little event had aroused him as much as it did her, but that didn’t shock her. What did surprise her was what he whispered when he left.

“It’s not the corset that’s beautiful; it’s what’s in it.”

Chapter Three

A couple hours later, Bryanna exited Magic Wand Real Estate, smiling and shaking a set of keys at him. “I found a place to rent on Fae Lane. Mind showing me the way?”

Zeke didn’t mind one bit. If he had his way, this witch would be naked and beneath him sooner than later. Yet he waited for her to give him a sign more than her rosy cheeks, even if he loved causing that reaction in her. She appeared reserved and he found her innocence enchanting. Perhaps even a little tempting, since he’d enjoy tarnishing her purity.

“Inviting me back to your house, are you?” At the deep blush of her cheeks, he chuckled. “Come on. I’ll show you the way.”

She matched his stride and settled in next to him along the sidewalk. While she’d been dealing with finding a new home, he had returned to his house and he’d purposely left his car behind so they’d have to walk. He welcomed more time with her.

After they crossed the street, heading west, he noticed her hand dangling near his. At the sudden urge to wrap his hand around hers, he instantly clenched his fist. That wasn’t the reaction of a demon wanting no-strings-attached sex with a witch. No, that was something he couldn’t even begin to understand, since he hardly knew her.

He never cared about intimate contact with a woman. He only had an interest in burying himself deep inside a warm, wet pussy. He was a demon, after all. His lust was powerful and he had never denied himself, especially if it held as much strength as it did with Bryanna.

Over the years, women had told him that he was an unselfish lover, but they were wrong. Watching them lose control under his touch fueled his power and selfish wants brought him between a woman’s silky thighs.

Turning onto Fae Lane, he noticed the afternoon heat wave had diminished and early evening settled in. He glanced next to him and spotted Bryanna walking with her head down. He didn’t like how she hid from the world around her. “Tell me, Bryanna, this ex of yours, I suspect he doesn’t know where you’ve gone?”

She shook her head, continuing to look at her new black boots with sexy heels as they passed over the sidewalk. “If I had no money, I doubt he’d even try to find me. But…” She hesitated, drew in a very long breath and finally looked at him with pained eyes. “I’m not quite sure what he’ll do when he finds out I’m gone.”

Zeke stopped dead in his tracks. He had assumed she’d been mistreated in some way or another and clearly had her heart broken, considering she’d left in such a hurry with no belongings, but this he hadn’t expected. “He was with you for your money?”

“Not at first.” She walked down the street again, gazing down at the sidewalk. “But I should have known better.”

Zeke quickly caught up with her, pondering her statement. Why would someone only be interested in her money? Hell, he hadn’t even known her for half a day and she had him chasing after her tail. “Explain that.”

She turned up to him, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Why do you want to know?”

“I’m curious about you,” he countered.