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Ha, OK, you have me there. However, I feel it’s my duty to point out it would be a shame to banish your current state with cold water when I could just as easily—

I’m unable to finish because Lily drives her car up the curb, clipping the side of a sapling and knocking a mirror off.

Chapter25

Lily

What is with these fucking demons turning me on while I’m driving?

Well, I suppose that’s not technically accurate. Mal did, but Rhygel’s games started back at the office. This is just the residual.

Would you like that, Lily? To be with me?Rhygel presses further.

My brain short-circuits and I can’t get an intelligible thought to come together for at least thirty seconds.Um, would you want to?

I believe I’ve made that extremely clear already.

It’s true. The moment he’d opened fully to me, his fondness and desire would have knocked me on my ass if I hadn’t already been sitting. But did that mean he didn’t know I was with Malphas last night or that he didn’t care?

I labor over whether to tell him until we’re pulling into my parking space. Only to stall all the way to the front door. And then, well, I have to put my keys and bag away…

I was with Malphas last night,I finally blurt.

I’m well aware.

I’m too turned on to give that the appropriate level of anxious deliberation and just forge on.And that doesn’t bother you?

Does it bother you?

I don’t know how to answer that. I don’t know what the right answer is.

Rhygel is silent for a moment, puzzled.The right answer is the truth, Lily. That is all.

Well, then, I guess it doesn’t bother me.Right now, at least. In this moment when my body wants one thing and one thing only.

Who’s to say if my answer will be the same when I’m not sex-crazed.

Then may I have your permission to—

Yes.I don’t even let him finish asking before I’ve granted it.Just let me get out of my clothes first.I wasn’t ruining another outfit because of psychic demon sex.

I leave a trail of office attire on my way to my room, but before I lie down, I grab a nice big, extra absorbent towel from the closet. That oughta keep the sheets protected from whatever—

The moment my palm touches the bed—I’m not even lying on it yet—a tongue flicks over my center.

I stumble, falling onto the bed at the sudden sensation.

Do you like immediate release or to draw out your pleasure?Rhygel asks me.

I do not have an answer. I like everything. Want everything. Thankfully, I don’t have to say any of that since he’s so deeply entwined in my consciousness, he already knows.

That’s good. Very good. Because I like to draw it out.

I shiver at his whispered promise, moaning when a strange humming—no, a vibration—starts around my ass. Vibration, like one of those little bullet vibrators, right against my butthole.

I’d never done any kind of butt stuff.

Tad was kind of a prude.