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“W-wait.” I lurched up after him, almost toppling straight back over as blood rushed to my head. “Wait, I want to—”

“Sorry.” He gave me a wincing, apologetic smile, then paused before lunging up to kiss the side of my snout. “Thanks, Brian.”

That unexpected kiss managed to daze me for a few seconds, my body tingling all over with a rush of pure pleasure. By the time I’d blinked hard and parted my lips to speak again, to try and work up the courage to ask him out, to ask to see him again, to maybe ask if he wanted to just get married right now, he was already opening the door.

And in the next instant, he was gone.

Again.

Chapter 18

Harold is the Worst

Klaus

I burst through the door of the front office, smoothing my wild curls back and praying to Lucifer that I didn’t look too much like I’d just been sucking dick.

Unholy shit, Brian had such a nice dick.

Maybe if I got this couple into their room fast enough, I could go back in there and suck him off again.

“So sorry to keep you waiting,” I said brightly, purposefully ignoring the scowl on the man’s face. Harold, I presumed. He looked like he was maybe a gargoyle. “I was just delivering fresh towels to a guest.”

He grunted while his wife—Linda, I’d heard him call her—offered me a wavering smile. She seemed to be holding back tears. I kind of wanted to tell her to leave Harold and find her college ex, Jared, the fae with the washboard abs.

“Do you have a booking?” I rounded the desk and sat down, rolling my chair closer as I reached for the mouse.

“Yes,” Harold grunted. Instead of just telling me his surname, he pulled out his phone and started grumbling under his breath about having to find the confirmation email.

But I didn’t mind. I was in too good of a mood. My insides were still thrumming with pleasure from sucking Brian’s big, beautiful dick. That knot of tension inside me was nice and relaxed, making my shoulders feel loose and my head clear and my skin all tingly and warm.

My belly swooped when I wondered… had he come here specifically to see me?

I mean, what were the odds otherwise? Plus, he hadn’t seemed at all surprised to see me when he walked into the front office—almost like he’d been expecting me to be here.

I bit my lip to try and hide the smile threatening to spread across my face, bringing one hand up to fiddle with the pendant at my throat.

Maybe… maybe he had come here to see me.

I darted a glance at my phone on the desk, wondering if I’d be able to get away with slyly texting Nat while Harold searched for his confirmation email.

“The booking should be under Stokes,” Linda told me with an embarrassed, apologetic smile as Harold huffed down at his phone and patted his pocket for his glasses.

There was only one outstanding booking for tonight, so I hadn’t even needed the information really. “No problem. And it’s just for the one night, yes?”

“Yes.” Harold finally looked up from his phone to peer around the front office with a tiny sneer. “We’re on our way to visit her sister, but I didn’t want to drive through the night and this was the only option. Otherwise I would’ve booked us into a nice hotel.”

“Harold,” Linda admonished quietly, a ruddy blush staining her cheeks. “It seems… lovely here.”

“Sordid, you mean.” He jerked his chin at me and, as if I wasn’t even here, muttered to her, “Incubus behind the front desk. You know what that means. Worse than fae.”

My polite smile grew a little forced and hard to maintain, so I spun my chair to reach for room fourteen’s key.

“I hope you enjoy your stay,” I said through gritted teeth, ignoring Harold and passing the key to Linda. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Harold reached over and snatched the key out of Linda’s hand. “Are there fresh towels in our room, or are those only for special guests?”

“There are fresh towels in your room.” You complete douchebag, I added silently.