The first night she’d caught him, his fur-lined face had been contorted with bliss. She couldn’t help wondering how he would look if she’d been the one to give him that blissful release.
“Excuse you!” a customer shouted in her face. She emerged from her dirty daydream to realize she’d clomped right over the woman’s foot. In a rush to course-correct, she spun around and wound up spilling the entire contents of her sample tray down the woman’s back.
“Oh my—I’m so sorry!”
“Manager! Manager! MANAGER!” the woman shrieked, her face turning brighter than a red snapper bass.
Fantastic.Addison rushed behind the counter and knocked on Nasty Nathan’s door. He opened it and pushed her aside, the angry sneer in his eyes hiding behind a plastered smile meant only for the customers to see.
I’ve got to do something about this.She couldn’t work while she was this hot and bothered, not with the dinner rush in full swing. She stepped into Nathan’s office and slammed the door behind her. The heavy wooden door held her weight as she leaned back and unbuttoned her slacks. She removed her plastic gloves and shoved a hand unceremoniously down her pants. She slid her fingers under the soft fabric of her panties and dragged them through her slick folds.
She pictured the horned man looming above her, this time situated between her thighs. His horns twisted into fathomless shadows and his face contorted with bliss while he pumped into her. Would his thick cock fit inside her? Surely if it did, she would be able to see it form a lump in her stomach with each thrust while she was immobilized, stuck to the bed and forced to watch him use her body like a sex doll. She remembered the way he’d greedily licked the wet streak on her discarded panties. His eyes had rolled back in their dark lids, like her fluid was a dessert that hehadto have in order to continue living.
Oh, god, yes, yes.
She rode her fingers and quickened the circles on her taut nub until she came undone. She released the breath that felt like she’d been holding ever since he left her room that morning.
The doorknob rustled, then jiggled more intensely as Nasty Nathan started to bang on the door.
“Who the fuck is in there? Open up!”
She hastily buttoned her pants and stepped away from the door. Nathan barged in, nearly falling flat on his face. “What are you doing in here? Get out! Get out! Go back to work!”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled.
The dinner rush flew by with her mind a little more clear. Once there was a solid fifteen minutes between prospective customers, Addison decided she wasn’t really needed anymore and had better places to be—like in bed with a horned demon riding her chest.
I have to get out of here.
“Hey, Leah, can you cover my closing chores if I leave early?”
“Totally, but good luck getting Nate’s permission to leave. He’s in a mood.”
“When isn’t he?” It didn’t matter. She would lie to him if she had to.
A soft rap on the door was all it took for Nathan to yell out at her, but she couldn’t tell what he was saying. She creaked the door open. His boots were kicked up on the table, the top button of his jeans undone, his hairy belly protruding over the waistline.
Ugh, I could have done without that image my whole life.
“Nate, I really need to leave early. I’m—”
“Are you serious, Trish? It’s an employee! I swear to god!” His shout took her by surprise and only then did she realize he was on the phone. He held the phone away from his ear and glowered at her. “Whatever, Addy, go! I don’t give a shit!”
Oookay, then.She backed away slowly and shut the door. “Well, that works.”
With a wave in Leah’s direction, she rushed out the door and sprinted to her car. It was only seven o’clock, so it was unlikely she would fall asleep as soon as she got home, but still she sped on the highway. She was excited about a good night’s sleep. That’s all. Even just one dream that wasn’t frightening; one nice, relaxing, peaceful dream like normal people had—that would be enough to drastically improve her morning.
But in her heart—and other parts of her body—she knew the excitement didn’t end there.
Chapter 12
Addison
Afamiliar green truck was parked in her driveway. Her heart hammered, all of the earlier excitement transmuting into anxiety. Her palms slicked against the steering wheel and she took a few deep breaths before parking beside the curb, not wanting to block Justin’s path. No way was she going to let him sneak back into her life, not after ditching her with the bills and one measly text message.
She reached for her phone with shaky hands. She wasn’t afraid of Justin, but she hated confrontation. How had he even gotten inside? Apparently, the leasing office had given him the spare key, having seen him tour the house with her.Is that even legal? He’s not on the lease!
One missed voicemail. From Justin.
