I watched the older woman walk away. Once she was out of earshot, Emma turned to me with a beaming smile that made my heart skip a beat. “Want to join me as I walk?”
I blinked and brushed past her as I strolled away, expecting her to follow. Emma’s gaze on the back of my head raised goosebumps on my arms. When she finally caught up, the corner of my lip twitched.
“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Emma said, still happier than ever and never letting my sour mood ruin hers.
I peeked at her from the corner of my eye. She nibbled her lip and looked at me before turning her gaze forward.
“We should raise donations for a good cause at the Christmas party. I’m just trying to figure outwhatcause it would be. There’s always the Good Hearts charity, but I don’t know how to feel about them.”
“Why is that, Ms. Hayes?” I finally broke my silence, curious why she would hesitate about a big organization like them.
“They help the homeless, but I just know they keep the majority of the profits they get. Shouldn’t they put over half of it toward the cause they stand for?”
I knew that wasn’t true, but I didn’t want to tell Emma that. The last thing I wanted was to make her feel stupid. What if this was some delusion of hers, and she would be dead set on it being true? Her heart was in a good place, though.
We walked through a hallway and passed by closed-off rooms, one of them being a guest bathroom. There were more rooms on the second level for people to stay for the night, like a hotel. I assumed Emma was curious to scope out the rooms because she quickened her pace as she climbed up the steps.
“Then who do you suggest we donate to?” I asked as I turned to her once we reached the hallway on the second floor. I slipped my hands into my pockets and cocked my head, watching every twitch on her face as she thought over who was the next best organization.
Emma picked at her nails. “I’m not sure. I’ll have to think about it unless you have one in mind?”
I stared at her, unblinking.
A shy smile lifted the corners of her lips, and she averted her gaze. “There’s something else I’ve been thinking.”
I stayed quiet, allowing her to speak. Emma licked her lips, and I dropped my gaze to her mouth, watching as the pink muscle peeked out and rubbed against her bottom lip. I wanted to bite it, taste her again, and reacquaint her with my touch.
“Were we close before I lost my memories?” Pink stained her freckled cheeks as her gaze snapped to me for a split second before looking away. “I mean, you’re my boss, and I’m sure we weren’t close inthatway. I just didn’t know if you would tell me things that happened that I don’t remember. Maybe it would help me.”
My demon watched, stretching his limbs and raising his head, testing the barrier that kept him locked away. I didn’t want to scare her again, but I knew it was inevitable. She was afraid of demons because of her hallucinations. By putting off allowing her to see my inner demon and learning the truth about our relationship, I hoped she’d remember everything on her own.
“What do you want to know, sun—Ms. Hayes?” I said quietly, my voice an octave deeper.
She turned her gaze back to me. “Have we, umm...” She swallowed hard, and I watched as her throat bobbed. “Was...was what happened at the spa the first time we’d been...?”
My sunshine was flustered, and I had to hold back from smiling. Even my demon was amused by her fumbling with the notion that we’d been intimate before.
“Are you asking if we’ve fucked?”
Emma sputtered and backed away a few steps, clutching at her chest. Her face brightened with a deeper red, her eyes wide. She looked at me like I’d said something filthier—like telling her that I’d wanted to splay her on the breakfast table this morning and eat her pussy until she came too many times and blacked out.
My demon cackled and my lip twitched as I held back laughter.
“What!” she squeaked, and shook her head. “No! Well, I mean...” She gulped. “Kind of, but it doesn’t matter. Please don’t answer.” She hid her face in her hands, her body trembling from nervousness and a pinch of fear.
Unable to resist teasing and making her more flustered, I stepped closer. She dropped her hands and gasped as she looked up at me. I walked her backward until her back met the hallway wall. I pinched her chin between my fingers and forced her to hold my stare. Emma’s pulse fluttered in her neck, like a hummingbird’s wings, and her breasts rose and fell in quick motions as she gazed up at me with wide, hazy bedroom eyes. I missed seeing her beneath me, eyes hooded and lips parted with soft moans as she took me into her tight, warm heat.
“Did you want me to fuck you, Ms. Hayes?” I murmured huskily.
Her breath hitched, and she gazed into my eyes. My sunshine didn’t look away, caught under my spell like a fly stuck in a spider’s web.
“I-I...” Her eyelashes fluttered.
I leaned further in until my lips were a centimeter away from hers, our warm breaths mingling and fanning against each other’s faces. “Have you been thinking about my fat cock fucking deep inside your tight pussy?”
My dick jerked, pressing against my zipper and dying to sink inside my mate’s cunt. I wanted nothing more than to sweep her into my arms and bury myself so far into her that she could taste me. When she told me she’d had sex, I wanted to kill every human in this shit world. Another man had touched her and left their mark on her before she ever met me. I wanted to fuck Emma and fill her up with my cum, leaving behind a piece of myself so no other could touch her.
“No, sir,” she breathed, lying through her teeth.
