Page 11 of The Demon's Touch

A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with being wet and naked. "When would I start?"

"Whenever you want. Give your boss two weeks notice if you're feeling generous, or quit tomorrow. I don't care." His hand slid lower, gripping my ass possessively. "Either way, you're mine now."

The possessiveness in his tone should have set off alarm bells. Instead, it made my spent cock give a valiant twitch of interest. What the hell was wrong with me? I'd just met this demon a few hours ago, and now I was considering upending my entire life for him.

But then again, what life was I really leaving behind? A shitty apartment I could barely afford. A job that made me miserable. No real friends in the city because I was always too tired after work to socialize. When I looked at it that way, Michael's offer seemed less crazy and more like exactly what I needed.

"I'll need to grab my stuff from the locker," I said, which wasn't a yes but wasn't a no either.

"Of course." Michael released me, stepping back. His form began to shimmer and shift, the dark demonic features receding until he looked like the white-furred werewolf form he'd been wearing earlier. "I'll walk you back."

I dressed quickly and we made our way through the locker room in comfortable silence. The place had gotten busier since I'd arrived, groups of men chatting and laughing at their lockers or sucking one another in the showers.

We walked through the lobby where the desk attendant was reading a different romance novel now. He looked up as we passed and gave me a knowing grin that made my face heat.

The night air was refreshing and cool when we stepped outside. It was a welcome changer after the humid warmth of the bathhouse. My company truck was still parked where I'd left it hours ago, though it felt like days had passed.

"Thank you," I said, turning to face Michael. "For... everything. Tonight was?—"

"Life-changing?" he supplied with a smirk.

"Something like that." I ran a hand through my still-damp hair. "I really will think about your offer."

"I know you will." He stepped closer, his hand coming up to cup my jaw. His touch was warm even through the glamour. "But Brad? Don't think too long. Some opportunities don't wait around forever."

Then he kissed me, soft and sweet and completely at odds with the rough fucking he'd given me in the shower. When he pulled back, I was breathless all over again.

"Drive safe," he murmured, then turned and walked back inside without another word.

I stood there for a moment, watching the door close behind him, my lips still tingling from the kiss. I took a single step toward the truck before I stopped once more.

What the fuck was I doing?!

“Michael!” I called, spinning on my heel.

He had his hand on the door handle when he looked back. “Yes, Brad?”

I nearly ran over to him before throwing my arms around his neck. My lips crashed against his, kissing him as if my life depended on it. He moaned softly, leaning into my touch with just as much fervor. When I finally pulled away I was breathless and flushed once more.

“I’ll accept your offer on one condition,” I said, staring into those eyes that flickered between amber and red.

He let out an amused chuckle. “And that is?”

“Go on a date with me,” I said quickly, trying not to feel foolish.

Michael reached up, his hand cupping the side of my face once more. “Oh Brad,” he said softly, smiling from ear to ear. “As if you even had to ask.”