He took a deep breath and messaged Hubrie, then worked on his notes until they were fit to be seen.
“Does Hell Master want some private time with you?” Hubrie wriggled his eyebrows from a smaller desk.
Nat blinked. “Uh? I don’t know. I guess we’ll see?”
He locked his computer, gave Wanda a cuddle, then knocked on Duke’s door and slipped inside. “Yes, sir?”
Duke sat back in his leather chair. “Lock the door.”
Nat’s blood surged between his legs, as though Duke had opened a summoning portal there. “Um,” he squeaked. “O-okay.”
The demon chuckled lowly. “I just wanted to give you some privacy. Lector delivered the three-piece suit. Let me see it on you.”
Nat tottered over on wobbly legs. There was a fancy paper bag on Duke’s desk; he reached inside and pulled out three packages—each wrapped in navy-blue paper, and tied with a black satin ribbon.
“I’ve never seen anything this expensive,” Nat whispered, setting them down on the desk—which was conveniently empty.
“Open it,” Duke murmured.
The packages were so pretty, Nat almost couldn’t bear to. He tugged lightly on a ribbon until it unraveled, then carefully unfolded the sturdy paper wrapping.
The first package contained a jacket in the prettiest shade of dusty blue. Nat made a soft, helpless sound and opened the second package—a matching vest with shiny black snap buttons. The third package held a pair of pants, also in that same blue, with a snap button and a round black zipper that would be easier to grip.
“This...” Nat choked up.
Giblin hadn’t just done damage to Nat’s missing fingers; he’d tried to smash Nat’s other fingers too. Sometimes those finger joints were painfully stiff. Nat suspected they hadn’t healed right.
So, work shirts with several buttons… Those took Nat forever to put on and take off.
“This is really nice,” he managed to say.
A smile played on Duke’s lips. “Try it on.”
Nat removed his clothes. Duke’s gaze was heavy on him; it was thrilling, Duke’s approval growing with each piece of clothing that came off.
When Nat was wearing only his fitted shirt and underwear, he pulled on the new pants, then the vest, and the jacket.
Duke prowled forward, his eyes never once leaving Nat. He lifted Nat’s collar and wrapped a necktie around him, his fingers whispering beneath Nat’s chin. Then he buttoned Nat’s vest, strong hands pressing lightly against his front.
“You’re gorgeous,” Duke whispered.
Nat looked down at himself. Everything seemed to fit. Before he could ask for a phone picture, Duke tugged him over to a wall mirror—that Nat had somehow missed every single time he’d stepped in.
Probably because he’d been too busy ogling Duke.
Duke stood Nat in front of the mirror, running his large hands up and down Nat’s front.
The suit complemented him. He looked amazing, probably the best he’d ever looked in his life.
“Wow,” Nat breathed.
“I like you with your clothes off, too,” Duke murmured. He turned Nat left and right, the soft light from the window casting faint shadows on his body.
“I could be a model in a magazine,” Nat blurted. And cringed a little. “Well, maybe not.”
“Yes, you could,” Duke purred. He pulled his phone out, taking a picture of Nat in the mirror. And a picture of them both.
He skimmed his fingers lightly up Nat’s front, splayed them over his chest, and took a photo of them like this.
