It was probably just my frazzled emotional state, but the way he said ‘good girl’ … in that upper-crust, aristocratic accent of his switched my brain off entirely.

And oh boy, did I kiss him!

I kissed him with far more passion and enthusiasm than was really necessary for our little charade.

My arms snaked around him, fingers clawing into the solid muscle of his back, and I licked into his mouth, a whimper escaping me when the heat of his tongue found mine, and he met me stroke for stroke.

A low, almost desperate sound reverberated up from him, and he clutched me closer, his fingers digging into the flesh at the very top of my backside. I gasped into his mouth. He nipped at my bottom lip.

I broke away, clearing my throat, my cheeks flaming. Every place where his hands had roved burned like he’d branded me.

His eyes had gone black, his lips were rosy and glistened with the remnants of our kiss. My fingers reached up, unbidden, to my mouth. My lips were damp and swollen.

“I shall bid you good day, Mouse,” he said. His words were clipped, and he turned on his heel, clicking his fingers once as he strode past the gaping tweens. The two little faux ferrets wriggled from the girls’ limp grips and scampered after their master.

“It was lovely to meet you all.” Satan Junior managed to sound genuine as he threw the girls a quick smile from the door. The Hell Beasts leapt into his arms. He turned to me, his lips twitching. His eyes full of some unspoken promise.

“Until next time, Mouse.”

And then he was gone. And the girls were giggling and squealing and mooning about how blazing hot that kiss was, how he was sooooo into me … how he was exactly the type of man they’d always imagined I’d end up with.

But my ears were ringing, and stars were prickling at the edges of my vision, and I couldn’t do more than nod and smile vaguely at them.

I still had three more tasks to complete before I could earn back my soul …

But I wasn’t sure I’d survive them if a kiss that scorching was how the first one ended.

Shag your way out of it, indeed. Maybe that had been a bad, silly, ill-conceived plan. It was entirely possible that I’d just gotten myself in much, much too deep if that look in his eyes was any indicator of what he had in store for me next time.

12. Spicy Girl Dreams

Chapter 12

Spicy Girl Dreams

SJ

“Did that go well, Boss? I can’t work out if that went well or not,” Bub mumbled as we stepped through my very hastily summoned portal and back into the relative peace of my chambers. I immediately shed my human skin, hoping that would rid me of these tingly feelings.

It did not.