Everything.
My ass, legs, and chest are naked for the world to see. If it wasn’t for the top half of the suit hanging down like a loincloth, my cock would be on display, too. Still in shock, my wide eyes move up to Micah’s.
And this motherfuckerlaughs.
For the second time tonight, peals of laughter roll from deep in his belly, only this time they’re hysterical. Arms hugging his stomach, he pitches forward as he howls. He laughs so hard he has to take a gasping breath in, and the noises only draw more eyes to us.
“Come on,” I snap as I grab his arm and yank him after me. His manic, unrestrained laughter follows as I push through the glass doors of the lobby.
My doorman, Dyzan, lazily flips through a book as he spares me a glance. “Good evening, Mr. Xal…wow, what the fuck happened to you?” He does a double take, and I bare my teeth at him with a growl. Shrinking back in his seat, he cowers even as his eyes sweep over my body, and I continue to lead Micah through the building. The elevator is waiting at the ground level, and I drag him inside.
Agitated, I whirl to face him, but my annoyance sputters out when I find his gorgeous, radiant smile. Over the years, Micah and I have been in the same room plenty of times. Normally, it’s when I’m standing idly by or taking notes for The Lucifer, but he’s always been stony faced and serious.
Who knew the angel with the resting bitch face and razor blade tongue had a smile capable of eclipsing a thousand suns?
Crinkled with laughter, his eyes catch mine and something fundamental in my gut twists as I find it hard tobreathe. My chest constricts and I fight for air, while my pulse dances in a dizzying rhythm under my ribs.
All because the most annoying Archangel on the planet is smiling at me.
Fuck, this isbad.
“Find this funny, do you?” Attempting to keep my cover from being blown, I lace my voice with malice, but his smile only widens. Two adorable dimples appear on his cheeks, and they seal my fate.
I know I’m doomed.
He wipes at the joyful tears in his eyes as he chuckles. “I didn’t think about us being exposed like that. Please don’t be upset with me, Xal. It wasn’t intentional.”
“You’re making it very hard for me to be mad at you,” I say as I step closer, pinning him against the side of the elevator.
“So don’t be mad.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
“Should I apologize?” There’s a light, teasing edge to his tone that makes me chuckle.
“I can think of a few ways you can make amends.” He’s still smiling as he closes the distance, and I don’t stop him this time as he finds my mouth. Our lips move together seamlessly, and he allows me to stay in control even as he kisses me back. His lips part, inviting me inside as I find his tongue with mine.
My hands land on his hips, and he lets out the most glorious whine as I tease my fingers inward. I reach his cock right as the elevator dings, and the firm metal under my grip makes me lift my eyes to his in surprise.
“You’re caged?” Micah bites his lip and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small silver key that he pushes into my palm. The elevator doors slide open and his gaze drifts to the demons waiting to enter, but I stay put even as they gawk. I refuse to move until he finally answers me with a shy nod.
I’m already busting out of a leather bodysuit. How much worse could it get?
“Don’t look at them, look at me.” His eyes flick over my shoulder, then lock back on mine. “Your attention belongs on me, angel, okay? No one else.”
“Yeah, alright,” he whispers, and I can’t contain my smile.
“God, I can’t wait to ruin you,” I murmur as I tap his cage and press a kiss to his jaw. That delicious flush deepens on his cheeks as I take his hand and lead him into the hallway, and he groans as a few giggles and catcalls follow us. As soon as we’re inside my condo, I pin him against the closed door. His eyes are half-lidded as he stares at me, his lips just barely parted.
“Hang your halo at the door, angel. You’re in my version of Heaven now, and you won’t need it here.” His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, and I take my time, allowing my eyes to roam over his nervous figure.
“You’re exquisite.” My fingers trace along the column of his throat. He lifts his chin, and my thumb rests over his Adam’s apple, feeling it bob as he swallows. “There needs to be a collar on this pretty neck. Then I could put a leash on you any time I want, lead you around like the slut you are. Would you enjoy that?”
“Yeah.” He draws in a tiny gasp as I squeeze tighter, my thumb pushing into his windpipe.
“I’ll have you all locked up, won’t I? Your neck…” I begin at his throat and slowly, deliberately, trace my fingers down his torso. They dip into every hard contour of his muscles, relishing the warmth of his skin as he writhes in response. “Your cock…” He bucks his hips as I palm his caged dick, pressing on the metal bars beneath his pants. “How long have you been wearing this?”
“Since you sent it to me.” A thrill runs up my spine at his gravelly confession, so intense it almost causes me to shiver. Thecage was only half the package, though, and I wonder what else he’s been doing in secret.
