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  “Clearly, something is going on. Care to update me? Did you find him?”

  “I found him.”

  “Is he okay? Please tell me you didn’t beat him to a pulp.”

  “No-no, I didn’t have the strength to do that. I punched him in the face, but that was it. And it wasn’t even a hard hit. I tore a few stitches.”

  “Ouch.”

  “Yeah, so he’s fine. Well…” She drew in a deep breath. “I think so.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “The demon we’re after is a cop. Andrew said he’s followed him a few times. He went to get some Chinese food and sent me a message the demon was there with his family. I don’t know how close Andrew has been to this demon, but since he’s a cop—”

  “You think he might have noticed Andrew.”

  “Yeah, or the maroon car. Cops are trained to notice their surroundings and details.”

  “How long has Andrew been gone?”

  “Not long. About ten minutes.”

  Matt chuckled. “Am I to understand you’re panicky because he’s been gone ten minutes? You two had been apart days, almost a week.”

  “Yeah, but not by my choice.”

  “Can you imagine what he went through as he watched the boat leaving the San Diego harbor with you on it?”

  Her mood started to darken as guilt rose. “Point taken.”

  “I’m sure he’s on his way back to you unless you scared him away.”

  “I’m pretty sure I didn’t do that. We each said our piece and forgave each other. Sorry I didn’t call you sooner. We’ve been … busy.”

  “I bet you two have been,” he said with a hint of humor in his tone. “I’m glad to hear everything is working out. I wanted to make sure you made it to Louisiana and had found him.”

  “I did. I can’t thank you enough. And I know if he were here now to talk to you he would say the same thing. We’re lucky to have you as a friend.”

  Matt was of a rare breed. The soldier had been working for demons, Annabelle and her father, and he hadn’t known it. He’d had no clue whatsoever they’d been kidnapping young women for years and selling the gals in a sex trafficking scheme. Andrew had told her Matt had a white aura. After spending time with him, Andrew believed he was a good person. Andrew had been right. Matt played a vital role in helping to get her and the four women out of Mexico. The main was a saint in her book.

  “Have him call me some time,” Matt said. “Check in with me in a few days or a week. I’d like to hear how things go. And if you ever need anything, please call me.”

  A thud outside drew her attention to the door. “I think he’s back now.”

  “Tell him I said hello and I’d love to catch up.”

  She rose from the chair. “Will do. Thanks, Matt.”

  “Take care.”

  She set the phone on the table and then strode toward the door. Her elevated anxiety fueled her fast beating heart. She stopped and waited, hoping to hear the lock click or a knock. When she heard the latter, she pulled on the handle.

  Andrew’s eyes widened with surprise.

  “Where have you been?” She grabbed his arm and tugged him into the room. The door closed behind him.

  “I got food.” He held up the bag.

  “Why didn’t you respond to my last message?”

  He walked to the table and set the food on it. “I was heading back. I didn’t bother since I knew it wouldn’t take long to get here.”

  His response seemed genuine. Maybe she had worked herself up over nothing. Her heartbeat started to return to normal.

  “I got worried something had happened. You said you saw the demon,” she said.

  “He was eating dinner with his family.” He brushed her bangs to the side and then brought his thumb down to her lips. “You didn’t need to worry.” He gave her a small kiss.

  “Did he see you?”

  “Well, he might have. He was alone outside when I left. He must have slipped out while I was paying for the food.”

  “Did you make eye contact with him? Did he say anything?”

  “No and no. Why are you so concerned?”

  “Because he’s a cop. He’s trained to be alert and pay attention to details. If you followed him a few times, he could’ve noticed.”

  He dug inside the plastic sack. “I stayed back so he wouldn’t see me. If he had, don’t you think he would’ve pulled me over?” He set a container of food on the table.

  While he removed the remaining contents of the bag, she considered his theory. It made sense. If the demon had noticed, he probably would’ve stopped Andrew. Police don’t shy away from suspicious activity. If they were curious about something, they investigated much like a cat or dog would.

  “I guess you’re right. Maybe I am overly cautious, but you should be able to understand why. One demon tried to kill me and another had me kidnapped, tortured, and sent off to Mexico. Every demon is evil and sneaky. I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”

  “I understand.” He moved the computer case and his other bag from the chair to the floor near the dresser. “But everything is okay. He probably went out to check a call or message. I happened to walk by. There’s nothing to be concerned about.”

  Easier said than done. They’d survived great challenges, life-threatening ones, and heartache. She’d prefer neither of them suffer through any more pain, emotional or physical. Although Andrew had said he had faith in her, she had little doubt a small part of him still worried about her. The feeling was mutual for him.

  Together they took a seat at the table. “Do you think he’ll go to work tomorrow? I’d like to get rid of him as soon as we can.” She popped the lid open on her container. The lo mien noodles with chicken and broccoli smelled delicious. Her stomach growled again.

  Andrew removed the top from his food dishes and then started mixing the sweet and sour sauce with the fried rice and chicken. “His hours vary, but I think he will work the day shift. I’d like to get supplies early in the morning for your back. We can head to his place after I put new bandages on you.”

  She grabbed one of the plastic forks on the table. “That’s fine. And if he’s not working, I guess we will figure out our next steps.”

  He took a bite of his food. “Mm….”

  “Good?”

  He nodded. “I haven’t tasted food this good since we were last together.”

  Holding her fork with her finger and thumb on her injured hand, Emily ate some of her lo mien. She hadn’t eaten Chinese food since they’d been in New York. When Andrew had searched for places to eat in the local area and had mentioned an Asian one, she had an instant craving for the noodles. As she chewed, she realized she’d made the right dinner selection. “Tastes delicious. Well worth the wait.”

  “Not nearly as delicious as you.”

  She grinned. “Good to know you haven’t lost your appetite for me.”

  “I will never lose my appetite for you.”

  Her body warmed from his words. After dinner, she’d have to find out if he wanted her dessert.

  For a few minutes, they sat quietly eating. She’d been so hungry she was shoveling big portions into her mouth. Andrew seemed equally starved. He gobbled his food so fast she feared she might miss taste testing his meal.

  “Let me try yours,” she said.

  Chewing, he paused and stared at her. “My food or my cock?”

  Laughter almost burst out of her. “Your food, silly. I’ve tried your cock.”

  The man’s quick wit always made her laugh. It was one of many qualities she loved about him.

  He gathered the saucy rice and a piece of chicken with his utensil. “Open wide.”

  “My mouth or my legs?”

  He held the fork up. “You’re so naughty. And I love it.”

  She parted her lips and moved forward as much as she could. He carefully sailed the food into her mouth.

  “You’re making me hard,” he said, gazing at her lips.
r />   She chewed her food, then asked, “Would you like a bite of mine?”

  “I’d like a bite of all of you.”

  Her nipples grew harder while she speared food for him with her fork. They’d spent the afternoon having sex, yet it seemed they both craved more from each other. She’d never felt so passionately for a man before, never wanted to please one the way she did for Andrew. It was as if their love and happiness fed from each other and strengthened. The idea seemed crazy, but the feeling was one hundred percent real.

  She lifted her utensil. A piece of broccoli and a couple of noodles fell on her thigh. She clenched her legs to keep the food from reaching the floor. “Crap.”

  “I’ll get it.”

  He dropped to his knees and crawled to the side of her thigh. He slid his warm hand over her leg while he inched the other up her shirt. Heat spread through her from his touch. His gaze slid from the food to her apex. She hadn’t donned any underwear since she’d taken a quick shower.

  “I have dessert for you,” she said.

  He kissed her leg. “Yes, you do.”

  His calm, sexy voice aroused her even more. He gently rolled his tongue over her thigh to get to the food. A hot erotic wave shot straight to her core. He licked her leg until he captured one of the noodles. After he sucked it into his mouth he nibbled on her flesh to claim the last noodle. Holy hell, she was getting wetter by the second. He swallowed and then dragged his tongue to the piece of broccoli. Need continued to swell inside her. She wanted him to hurry up and finish with the food so he could move to her dessert. He gathered the small vegetable between her legs while he ran his hand along her other thigh. Once he’d eaten the last of the spilled food, he cleaned the area as if he were a cat licking its body. His wet caress drove her wild. She craved for more of his touch, for more pleasure from him. She spread her legs, inviting him to devour his dessert.

  “I hope you’re still hungry,” she said as she removed her top.

  He raked his lusty gaze up her body. “Famished.”

  The one word elevated her desire. No man had ever made her feel so good, so wanted, so loved. She praised the powers that be for sending him back to Earth. This man was hers and she’d hold onto him forever.

  “Take off your clothes,” she said as he moved around her leg to get between the two.

  Without delay, he lifted his shirt over his head. She marveled at his fine chest while he rose to his feet. He unfastened his shorts and then pushed them until they fell down. When his stiff cock jutted forward, she had only one thought in mind.

  “Come closer,” she said spreading her thighs wider.

  Grinning, he stepped forward. She knew a good way to praise his obedience. She took his length into her hand and stroked him. His cock twitched in response.

  “I love it when you touch me,” he said.

  “I plan to do more than touch.”

  Leaning toward him, but not enough to aggravate her stitches too much, she took him into her mouth. He moaned softly and ran his fingers into her hair. She slid her lips down his shaft as much as she could, then back up. Reaching the head, she circled it with her tongue. With her hand now free, she gently cupped his balls while she sucked on his thick erection.

  His body tensed and he tightened his grasp of her head. “That feels so good.”

  She caressed his length up and down again and again, licking underneath. His soft sounds of his pleasure encouraged her to work harder. She longed to please him the way he did for her. With tender care, she played with his boys while she stroked him. The tension in his body grew as if he were a pressurized kettle ready to blow steam. Of course, he had something other than steam prepared to flow out. Hastening her movements, she drew him in and then almost out of her mouth. His release came with a vibrant thump on her tongue. Warm fluid spilled down her throat. He groaned for several seconds while his erection pulsed. Slowly, the stiffness in his body disappeared, except for the rigid member between her lips.

  His pleasure magnified her adoration for him. This was her man and no other woman could ever have him. She would do anything to please him, to make him happy, to love and care for him.

  He took his time as he withdrew from her. “I thought it was my turn for dessert.”

  “Sorry, but I couldn’t resist.”

  “Never apologize.” He kneeled between her legs. “Take what you need, when you need. I plan to do the same to you.”

  His words revved her heart and her desire. She put her palm on his cheek. “I love you.”

  Lips curled on one side, he ran his hands over her legs. “Can I have my dessert now?”

  She chuckled and glanced at the food on the table. An idea popped into her head. “Before you do…” She dragged his container closer and dipped her finger into the red sauce at the bottom of his dish.

  “I love my naughty woman,” he said as she rubbed the goo above the center of her right breast.

  The second she moved her finger away, he captured a good portion of her tit with his mouth. When he gave a heady tug on her nipple, pure desire coursed through her and her breath hitched. He squeezed her other girl while he sucked on her tender bud. She was in awe of his excitement and the way he made her feel. She craved more.

  While he suckled from her breast, she gathered more sauce from his dish. He slid his hand down between her legs and rubbed her. His touch intensified her longing. She anointed her other tit as he slipped a finger between her wet folds. Inside her body was a burning flame of need and only he could satisfy her.

  He devoured her soiled breast much like he had the other one. Her rigid nipple ached from his caress while her dessert moistened for more of him. Wrapping her hand around the back of his neck, she held him close. Anticipation climbed within her. She yearned to feel more of him.

  “You are driving me crazy,” she said.

  He lifted his head. “Welcome to my world.”

  He reached over the table and dipped his finger into the sauce. The wicked grin on his face excited her. Heart thumping fast, she watched as he rubbed the red liquid between her legs.

  “Someone else is naughty too,” she said.

  “I can be very naughty with you. Just wait until your back is healed.”

  She wanted to jump on him right then and there if she could’ve, but it was his turn to enjoy dessert. She’d get her chance to claim him again later.

  He lifted her thigh over his shoulder, causing her to lean back. She braced her uninjured hand on the side of the seat to help keep the stitches from pulling.

  “This okay?” he asked.

  She almost laughed. She found it amusing and thoughtful he worried about her back when he they were in the midst of pleasing each other.

  She gave him a jerky nod. “Eat your dessert.”

  He kissed her inner leg. “I love it when you give me orders.”

  Before her next breath, he buried his tongue between her folds. Lick after long lick drove her insane with need. Her body stiffened while heat flooded her. He stroked her sensitive core, bringing her closer and closer to her climax. She felt alive, powerful, and ready to implode as the pressure within her mounted. His wet kiss pushed her over the edge. When her release came, she cried out, “Yes.” He continued to caress her as waves of bliss flowed through her.

  Her heart rate started to return to normal. “Damn… That was good. We should be naughty more often.”

  He gently moved her leg off his shoulder. “I’m up for it, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

  One look at his groin was enough to ignite the fire within her. His rigid erection sought attention. She was more than eager to give it some. Making up for lost time had never been so much fun. And if she happened to irritate her stitches some, well, the pleasure would be well worth the discomfort.

  She rose from the chair and then gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. “I vote we move to the bed. We have all night. Let’s take our time and enjoy each other.” She wrapped her fingers around his length and stroked him.<
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  “I second that vote. And if you feel like ordering me what to do…” A playful grin emerged on his face.

  Yep, compensating for their time apart was the best idea ever.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Emily held the door open for Andrew while he carried three bags of her clothes and computer case into the hotel room. His eyes took in the full beauty of her, dressed in one of his white t-shirts. The thin cotton top outlined the curves of her breasts, revealed her hard nipples, and lightly hid the thin patch of hair between her legs. His cock enjoyed the view too and pulsed. He passed her and set everything on the messy bed.

  “I left my clothes in the car for now since I have others here,” he said as he removed the strap from the computer case over his head.

  “That’s fine. I’m going to take my meds, clean up, and get ready so we can leave after you put more bandages on my back.”

  “I’ll pick up some food on my way back.” He set her keys on the dresser and then picked up the set for Matt’s car.

  “So you should be back in an hour?”

  “Should be. Walmart is about ten minutes up the road. If you think we need anything else, give me a call.”

  She stood at his side with loving eyes and kissable lips he couldn’t resist. Her tangled shoulder-length hair gave her a sexier appeal. He threaded his fingers into her locks like he had so many times during the night and then pulled her to meet his lips. “How are you feeling?”

  She enclosed her arms around him. “A bit sore, but in a good way. And I feel refreshed. Ready to tackle the day.” She smiled.

  They’d had incredible sex multiple times during the night. He hadn’t been able to stop kissing, touching, and burying himself deep inside her. Her desire had been strong too. They’d taken a few breaks and then returned to exploring each other’s body anew. He’d feared hurting her back so he’d gone slow and had taken time to enjoy every blissful second as their longings mounted. He’d checked her back later and although a few appeared red, none had torn. At some point they had fallen asleep. Having rested well, he’d woken up refreshed and eager to begin the day. Of course, they’d sated their needs again shortly after the alarm had gone off.