Page 14 of Devotion

“Is it still going to look like her office?” Sunday asked warily.

I was already shaking my head when I turned the key and pushed the heavy wooden slab open. The spicy scent of incense hit my nose. “No. The same magic that powers Lilith’s special rooms exists here.”

“It adjusts to suit its owner,” Sunday surmised, following me inside.

A sense of familiarity coated me as I looked around the sparsely decorated space. A modest wooden desk sat at one end of the room facing the door, a wall of bookshelves behind it. To the right, an altar complete with railings and a kneeler. Two simple wooden chairs sat in front of the desk, their hard seats bringing to mind the time Sunday spent with me as she took her punishment.

“Someone says he’s not a priest anymore, but the magic says differently.”

“You’d do well to keep your opinions to yourself, wife. Unless you’d like me to return to a life of celibacy?”

She pouted, but her lips curled upward almost immediately. “As if you could resist me, husband. You barely survived the first time.”

My God, she was tempting as she moved through my office, inspecting every detail. When she bent over the desk and put her plump arse on display for me, I had to bite back a groan.

“Oh, look. It’s the same desk as before. I remember this scar in the wood.” She dragged her finger over a long repaired crack right where I’d normally have been seated while working.

“Do you now?”

“Yes, Daddy. I had a lot of time to commit it to memorywhen I was underneath it and sucking your cock while you and Professor Moriarty had a chat.”

My cock swelled at the memory. How was I supposed to get any work done when every corner of this room was a reminder of time spent with her?

“You know what we never did at Ravenscroft?” she asked, turning around and hopping up on the desktop.

“There are a great many things we never did,a stor. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

She parted her thighs, and even though she’d worn leggings to protect herself from the chill of the late December weather, the way her skirt slid up her legs drew my attention.

“You never fucked me on your desk. Or in your office. Or anywhere on the grounds, really.”

My eyes snapped to hers.

“Specific enough for you?” she teased.

“What makes you think I’ll give a brat like you what she wants?”

“Because it was my birthday and you never gave me my present? Because it would be a crime not to properly break in this office? Because I can’t leave here without knowing you’ll be able to smell me every time you sit at your desk and try to get your very important work done?”

“I did give you a present,a stor. In fact, I vividly recall you shedding a tear over it.”

“It was beautiful, but not what I wanted from you.”

She was playing with me. I knew for certain she loved the necklace I’d given her. A heart-shaped pendant with Eden’s birthstone set inside. My brat was trying to get a rise out of me, and it was working.

“Ungrateful,” I growled, palm twitching at my side.

Gripping the edge of the desk, she spread her legs alittle wider and leaned forward, taunting me with a view of her cleavage. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“Stand up.”

Her eyes flashed.

“Make me.”

“If I go over there, you won’t be coming. Are you sure that’s the game you want to play, Miss Fallon?”

“Who says I won’t? I have fingers.”

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