Page 37 of My Demon Assistant

"Um, yes. Of course. But Jerry..."

"Yeah?"

"You know I didn't suggest this weekend because I wanted to get you into bed, right?"

I smiled at the earnest look on his face, and leaned in to press a soft kiss on his lips. "I know. We're getting to know each other, right? Sex is an important part of the relationship for me, Eshim. So I'd like to get to know you that way, if you would too."

Eshim's eyes lit up, and he leaned in to kiss me. "I'd like that very much."

I grinned, and went to get off his lap so we could go to the bedroom. But before I could, Eshim stood up, his hands sliding from my hips to my ass as I wrapped my legs around his massive torso to keep from falling. "Hey! Warn a guy!"

"Where's the fun in that?" he asked with a grin, then led me through the doorway and into a cozy bedroom. The room was dominated by the large four-poster bed in the center. Built with dark wood, it looked sturdy enough for one human and his demon. The mattress was covered in royal blue sheets, and four fluffy pillows rested against the headrest, which had beautiful flowers carved into the wood and polished to a shine.

I barely had enough time to admire the bed before Eshim was laying me on it and climbing on top of me, his arms bracketing me on either side as he caged me under his bulk.

Eshim

No sight I'd ever seen compared to the one before me now. Jerry lay under me on the royal blue sheets, his beautiful golden-brown locks spread out around his head in a cascade. He gazed up at me with sparkling green eyes, and I felt like I could lose myself in them for hours.

Lowering myself to my lower elbows, I pressed a kiss on his lips, then his cheeks, loving the way they heated up under my lips.

"I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you," I murmured, and he made a choked sound.

"Haven't you been alive for a while?"

"I have."

"How can that be true, then? I'm sure far more beautiful people than me have and still exist."

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean they seem beautiful tome. Everyone has their own definition, don't you think?"

"I suppose," Jerry relented after a moment, and I rewarded him with another kiss.

"After all, most humans would be scared of me, but not you, right, Jerry?" I grinned down at him, then ran a hand over his hard bulge, making him grunt. "I turn you on."

"Fuck, yes," he gasped out, making me laugh.

"We're perfect for each other," I said, just in case he had any doubts.

Jerry hummed, then tugged me down for another deep kiss. I moaned as I slid my tongue into his mouth, tangling with his as my hands roamed over his body.

"Is this T-shirt a favorite of yours?" I asked, pulling back just enough to speak before I moved my attention to his neck.

"Not really, why?"

Instead of answering, I grabbed the T-shirt with two hands and tore it down the middle, revealing his torso and running my palms over his smooth skin.

"Fuck, that was hot."

Smirking against his neck, I bit down on the soft skin, making him moan and rut up into me. Pants, I needed to remove our pants.

Sitting up on my knees, I watched Jerry for a moment as he panted, his cheeks a beautiful red, the color washing all the way down his throat and to his chest. His nipples were hard and just begging to be bitten, but I held back. I wanted to see all of him first.

I reached for his jeans, and he was nodding before I could ask a question. Grinning at his eagerness, I unbuttoned his jeans, running my fingers over the waistline. Jerry gasped at the light touch, and I unzipped his jeans before tugging them down his legs. When I went to tug his boxers down, Jerry stopped me with a hand on my wrist.

I glanced up, worried I'd misread him, but his eyes were dark with lust as he licked his lips. "Tear them off."

Smirking, I grabbed his underwear with two hands—didn't want the elastic band to snap back and hurt him—and tore it apart, flinging the pieces behind me.

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