Page 377 of The First Taste
There’s a moment’s pause as he presumably tries to decide just what I mean. “Things are progressing here. I just had a meeting with…” He pauses. “I would rather not get into it over the phone, where people can listen in. Let’s just say I had good news. Ye’ll be pleased.”
I grunt. “Hmm.”
Eros sighs. “Do ye have any idea who your visitors were back in Spain?”
“No. I have to think it was our American friend. But I didn’t wait around to find out.”
“I see.” There is a long pause. “How are things with the girl, Hades? Are ye having trouble managing her?”
I can feel my neck grow warm. “What? No.” I say it too fast though and my words don’t sound convincing at all. “I can’t wait until this job is over. That’s all.”
A few seconds of silence. “If she’s causing ye problems, brother, just say the word. We can switch our tasks.”
“I need ye right where ye are,” I say.
“No, ye need a person ye trust in this position. Ares and I fit that bill.”
My lips thin. “Those are the people I trust? It’s not a very long list.”
He gives a low chuckle of laughter. “Maybe instead of calling me, ye should be trying to expand that list. Ye know, ye could add Persephone to our members. Relax a little, have a drink together… maybe fuck the shit out of her.”
My jaw clenches. “Fuck off.”
Eros goes quiet for a beat. “What does that mean, Hades? Did ye already fuck her?” Then, softer: “Did it go badly?”
I snarl at him. “Mind yer own fucking business!”
He sighs, unperturbed. “If ye are looking for a way out, all ye have to do is say so. I’ll come and take care of her. Ye can go about yer own business. And I promise not to fuck her, if that’s what yer worried about…”
I hang up, gripping the phone and staring down at its face. It takes every bit of willpower not to whip the phone into the ocean and walk away.
By the time I return to the warehouse, it has been dark for an hour or so. I roll open the door to find Persephone standing in the well-lit work area, unpacking boxes.
She turns her head to see me walking in. Her nostrils flare. Her chin lifts, her eyes tightening just a little bit, her body language growing taut.
Then she turns back to opening and spreading out thick sheets of paper. As I walk to the bedroom, I catch a distinctly frosty wave radiating off of her.
She produces the white earbuds that came with her phone, pops them in her ears, and proceeds to turn the music up loud in her phone.
Glowering at her back, I realize that my whole body is tense. What I need is a shower.
The whole time I’m in the shower, I stand under the water and try not to think of how hot Persephone is. She’s hot when she’s angry, like she is right now.
But that has nothing on having her tied up and moaning underneath my body. The little gasping breath she sucked in right before her silky pussy began to spasm…
I swear, it was hotter than nuclear fission. Maybe that’s why I’m still hard just thinking about it.
Imagining what it would be like to actually fuck Persephone is actually so hot it overloads my senses. I can feel my brain shutting down every time I start to fantasize about feeling her legs clamp around my body as her slick little pussy fucking drains my balls.
I clench my teeth, jerking my thoughts away. This? This is why I can’t just fuck her.
She already owns as much of me as I can stand. And I can’t afford to lose my shit over some raven haired siren.
Not now.
Not ever.
When I’m out of the steamy shower, I take care with dressing myself. Black slacks. Black shirt. Black tie. Black socks and matching ass kicking boots.
