SIXTEEN

Azeroth

If anyone notices the raging erection I'm sporting when I step into the conference room, they say nothing. Lucky for them, really. At this point, I'd probably tell them to shove their meeting to join the pole right up their asses. Then I'd happily turn around and go straight back to my office. Back to what I'd rather be doing.

Elodie is every bit as sweet in reality as she is in her dreams—sweeter! Holy hell, the taste of her lingers in my mouth, musky and intoxicating, and so fucking delicious. I'm tempted to lick my fingers all over again just to see if I can catch a little hint of it.

A little more?

Who am I kidding? A lot fucking more. I could drink her in for hours. She's delicious.

So much cuter when she's coming for real.

Stifling a groan, I take my seat at the head of the table and prepare for at least an hour of torture. I set up this meeting because I want several of the startups I've funded to consider working on a joint venture with me. I think it could be very mutually beneficial. So I've got no one to blame but myself.

The hunger I had for it when I asked Valorie to book this meeting has evaporated in the face of a hunger far far greater.

I could try telling myself that's the summoning compelling me, but that would be a lie. I haven't any objection to lying, of course, but there's not much fun lying to myself.

Sandra, the talent scout who found me these projects, is subjecting us all to death by PowerPoint. She changes the slide for the five hundredth time and I shift restlessly in my seat.

Finally, the meeting winds to a close and I rid myself of all of them. Taking a steadying breath, I stand and stretch. It's barely two pm. Will she still be there? She can't have gone far, or I'd have sensed it.

I reach for the door to my office, but Elodie opens it and nearly runs into me. Her laptop is tucked under her arm. As soon as she spots me her lips part, her pupils expand, and the crackle of desire zips between us.

"Oh, you're finished! I was just coming to check. Only, I need a few things from my desk and—" She swallows. Her gaze flicks to my lips and back to my eyes.

I grin. "Oh, is that what you need? Are you sure that's all you need?"

She colors and looks around. No one is in the corridor, but my assistant's desk is nearby, so I suppose we might be overheard. Elodie seems to come to the same conclusion. She reaches behind her, opens the door to my office again and pulls me in, shutting it behind us.

My cock twitches and my mouth waters, and I'm just about to back her up against my desk when she speaks. "We need to talk about what we're doing here."

Her voice is hushed, despite the fact that we're alone. Despite the fact she was moaning louder against my hand a short time ago.

"Making sure you're satisfied?" I say hopefully. I never claimed to be a saint.

Elodie lets out a breathy laugh, but shakes her head. "Listen, I should have asked you this before, but I had a little time to do some thinking, and it made me wonder. You're not doing this because you have to, are you? I mean because I summoned you? Did I force you?" Her brows knot into a deep furrow and a strange, light feeling comes over me.

She's worried about having my consent?

For a moment, I'm speechless. I mean, of course, I consent. Enthusiastically. Aggressively! I'd be a fool not to. But the thoughtfulness of this soft little creature who I could crush with a single hand isn't lost on me. She's right, in a sense. There are many things I'm forced to do. Part and parcel of being a demon. I might moan, but there's not much to be done about it.

Pleasing Elodie is not one of them.

I gently place my hands on her shoulders. "Sweet thing. You didn't force me. I was very very happy to take care of you. I'd be very happy to do it again, as often as you need." My tail flicks when I think about doing just that.

"Then it's not part of the summoning?"

I think for a moment. It's complicated. "Do you want it to be?"

Her face falls. "No! I would never."

A gentle knuckle at her chin encourages her look at me again. "Then let me give it to you freely. Because I want to."

I grin when her smile returns.

"If you want or need that from me, it would be my pleasure to give it to you. I would have no problem with you demanding whatever you want from me." My cock jumps at the thought. "But as long as you don't speak it out loud, then whatever I do, you can be certain I do it from my own free will."

She chews her lip. "And you want it?"

"Oh, I definitely want it."

I sense the little shiver that runs through her because we're still standing so close. She nods. "So we're um... we're more than just fake dating?"

I trail my thumb across her lip for the way it makes her eyes glaze over with desire. "We're whatever you need from me until the day you've had enough. And don't worry about me. I promise I'll enjoy every single second."

She leans her face against my hand just for a heartbeat. Then she pulls away. "But I don't think we should um... you know... at work. That might be bad. We should probably keep that sort of thing for later."

I groan. "I'm a demon, Elodie. Not an angel. You'll be lucky if I don't shut down the whole business for the afternoon, just to get you alone, but OK. If you want to wait we'll wait. I can wait." Holy hell, I hope that's true. This seems important to her.