Drinks would be simple: an unending supply of Demonade—the bitter swill that was the only thing capable of intoxicating demons. Then, with their bellies full and their heads fuzzy, the night would immediately devolve from them grinding to music to them simply whipping out their cocks and plunging them into whichever willing hole was closest.

I should go and bathe. Possibly rub out my constant arousal … again. But maybe I should just check on Jemma first. I hadn’t checked the portal since that morning, and she hadn’t been in the living room.

I wondered if maybe I should just open one directly into her bedroom. If I angled it just right, I could get a perfect view of the bed while hiding the portal behind her side table.

Bad idea, SJ.

And yet I lifted a hand, already conjuring the tiniest tear in the fabric between my realm and hers.

“Oooh, Boss, you making yourself a glory portal?”

I spun, my hand slashing a wider portal than I had originally intended. “Bad grief! Making myself a what?”

My Hounds regarded me with tilted heads and knowing leers. That expression of cunning on their snouts was quite unnerving.

“A glory portal. You know, a hole where on one side is a nice, wide mouth, and on the other side is you, with your knob out, about to stick it through.”

I stared at them both with incomprehension. “Where do you come up with these filthy ideas?” And why, oh why, could I suddenly think of nothing but the way Jemma had begged me to let her use her mouth on …

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

Bub’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, and Beezle trotted away, returning and nudging my leg. I looked down, seeing him gently holding the book.

The one I’d put away because even the thought of reading about a devil and a human getting all sexy together … and falling in …

No, I was simply not in the right frame of mind to be reading anything of the sort.

“We read about it in here!” Beezle announced proudly, dropping it at my feet.

“You … you can read?” I had to admit, I was more than mildly surprised at the news.

“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Boss. Yes, we can read. It’s been … very educational!”

“Oh, indeed,” I said dryly. “You’ve learned so much about interdimensional blow jobs. Congratulations, a life well spent!”

“Those pages were very well worn … and the corner was folded, like Jemma’d marked the page to return to … more than once.” Bub’s tone was sly.

“So, I guess you could say we’re learning a whole lot about Jemma,” Beezle added. “Which seemed like a decent use of our time since you’ve been slacking on the FiendPay front.”