Page 85 of The Devil's Weakness

“What are your plans for the day?” I ask her.

“Ellie asked if I could work breakfast and lunch for her the next two days.”

“That’s a pity. I was hoping we’d just stay in bed all day.”

I train my eyes on her and watch as her pupils dilate at the thought of spending the day in bed with me.

“Don’t you have a job?”

“I do. But seeing as I own the place, I can go in whenever I want. What time do you need to be at work?”

“As soon as I can get in. What time is it anyway?”

I grab my cell phone from the pocket of my pants and check the time.

“It’s seven-eighteen.”

“Shit, I should go shower. I’d like to be there by eight.”

She looks at me like she expects me to move out of her way. But I don’t. I watch with pleasure as she takes a deep breath and hits me with her annoyed stare. The second she tries to crawl over me, I grab hold of her and throw her back down onto the mattress.

She yelps when I climb on top of her and pin her hands to the mattress over her head.

“Blade, stop,” she giggles. “I’m going to be late.”

“You just said you needed to be there as soon as you can get in. I don’t think you’ll be able to make it by eight. Probably not nine either, judging by what I have planned for you.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

My eyes hold on to hers, and I look down at her with passion. All the playfulness leaves her face when she realizes that I’m not joking. Her eyes close the second my lips touch hers. With my other hand, I roam her body, unsure which part I want to explore more closely first. I reach under her shirt and brush my thumb over her nipple. The tiny peak hardens the more I play with it.

I can feel my dick harden the more I play with it, too.

I deepen our kiss and rock my hips against her leg, wishing I was already balls deep inside of her. My fingers trace a line down her stomach before diving beneath the silken lace of her panties. I remember the sight of her in them last night, and the urge to turn her over and take a bite out of her ass intensifies.

Placing my fingers at her entrance, I’m pleased to find she’s already wet. I break our kiss, and the sight of my hand underneath her lace panties makes my dick throb painfully. I push two fingers through her opening and deep inside, drawing a moan from her lips.

“Does that feel good, Sasha?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Say my name,” I instruct her.

“Yes, Blade,” she says.

It’s then I realize that what I really wanted was for her to moan my real name. The one that no one uses anymore.

“Carson,” I tell her, and she opens her eyes. “It’s Carson.”

“Carson,” she moans.

The speed of my fingers increases.

“Oh,God,” she cries out.

Before she comes, I remove my fingers from her. She whines in response, but I don’t care. Quickly, I flip her over and pull her up onto her knees. Tearing the lace from her body, I grab hold of her ass cheeks and massage them before laying a smack to each one.

She yelps, not expecting it. Before she has a chance to yell at me, because I know she wants to, I spread her apart and latch onto her clit from behind.

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