Oh my God. I couldn’t even deny it. The flutter was in my chest now. Which meant this game, where my soul was the prize, had suddenly become much more dangerous. Because maybe there was something more here to lose …

Well, that was a terrifying thought.

His smirk slipped, his eyes searching my face. Could he tell the turmoil I’d suddenly found myself in?

“Mouse? Are you feeling ill?”

I hurriedly shook my head. “Not at all,” I squeaked, desperately plastering a grin on my face, hoping it would mask my sudden swell of emotions.

He saw right through me, rolling off me and onto his back with a sigh. “I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

“No!” I squawked, sitting bolt upright, straightening my glasses. His eyes darted to my boobs, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, even as his dick swelled further. The jocks were doing nothing to contain the hard length, and I ached with the need to touch him, to kiss him there, to … to have that inside me.

But the simple fact that I needed it so badly was the exact reason I really should just let him leave. Shagging him to get my soul back only worked if pesky feelings didn’t get involved.

And I thought it might … maybe … possibly … be a little too late for me on that front.

Shit.

He turned to sit on the side of the bed, his broad back to me. “I really must return to Hell, Mouse,” he grated. “If for no other reason than I have no clothes to wear aside from this completely useless undergarment.”

He stood stiffly, shaking his head as he marched towards the bathroom. I scrambled out of bed, wincing at how tender I was despite not even getting to properly ride that enormous appendage of his.

My heart was racing as I snatched up my tank top and struggled into it while scurrying after him. My throat felt hot and dry and … oh my God, was I panicking?

I was panicking.

“Hey, maybe you could just go back and get yourself some clothes, and then … I don’t know … hang out here? You can even bring the Hell Hounds! Luci would love a play date!”

He froze in the doorway of the bathroom, and I crashed into his solid, immovable back. I stumbled backwards, a hysterical laugh bursting out of me. “Gosh, that just reminded me of that first day we met. I swear, SJ, if you turn around right now and there’s a giant box of donuts in your hand …”

Instead, he bent, scooped up his ruined clothes, and turned to me. In his hand was a neon pink disc. My hand clapped over my mouth.