“Shouldn’t you be downstairs?” she asked, hoping that it would be enough to buy her a few hours of peace.
“I’m sure Jon has it all under control,” he murmured as he placed the blanket on the couch next to her, taking her by surprise because the Fire & Brimstone was his baby.
“There’s probably a lot angry customers,” she pointed out as Lucifer kneeled beside the couch.
“I’m sure that Jon can handle them.”
She opened her mouth to..to…okay, she had absolutely no idea what she was going to say, not when Lucifer was giving her the most incredible body massage that she’d ever experienced. Not that she’d experienced many, but she was sure that even with her limited knowledge of body massages that the massage that he was giving her was incredible.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he ran his hands down to the small of her back.
“I’m fine,” she said, because really, what else could she say?
She was pissed and embarrassed over what just happened, but she was also depressed about her decision to find a new job, but that was just a given. There was nothing that she could do to change what just happened and she wasn’t willing to give Lucifer up to keep her job so she kept it to herself, closed her eyes and lost herself to Lucifer’s touch.
“Are you still determined to quit?” he asked conversationally as his hands moved over her bottom.
“Are you going to start an argument if I say yes?” she asked as he continued to rub her bottom.
“No,” he said, taking his time to gently massage both cheeks, “but, I thought that we could negotiate the terms of your quitting.”
“Why exactly are there conditions to me quitting?” she asked as he continued to-
“Seriously, what is with your obsession with my ass?” she demanded, because it was really starting to concern her.
“It soothes me,” he said seconds before she felt his lips brush against her left cheek.
“My ass soothes you?” she asked, rolling her eyes, because this was just too much.
“Yes,” he said, pressing a kiss to her other cheek.
“Your conditions?” she asked, hoping to distract him from his obsession, but not from the body massage because she’d probably kill him if he stopped that.
“Just one really,” he said, returning to his duties as her own personal masseuse.
“And that is?”
“That if you don’t find a job within two weeks that you come back to work at the Fire & Brimstone,” he said, sounding completely reasonable as he moved onto her legs.
“I’ll find a job,” she said, shifting her legs apart to grant him better access when his hands slid down to her thighs and began focusing his attention on rubbing the tension out of her legs.
“But if you don’t…” he said, letting his words trail off as his hands skimmed over her inner thighs, up to her bottom and down again, sending a delicious shiver through her body.
“I will,” she said, trying to focus, but it was a tad bit difficult with Lucifer running his very talented hands all over her.
“But,” he began, only to pause so that he lean down and press a kiss against the small of her back, “if you don’t find a job within two weeks then you’ll come back.”
She sighed.
Well, she tried to sigh, but what came out was something between a mutilated groan and a moan as Lucifer lightly ran his hands down over her bottom, between her legs and back over her thighs. For several minutes, she laid there, trying to remember what he’d just said, but the way he ran his hands over her body made it impossible to focus.
“So, we have a deal?” he asked just as his fingertips skimmed between her legs while they made their way back down her thighs, further distracting her.
A deal?
What the hell were they talking about? she wondered, further spreading her legs apart in an effort to help him and not because she was some big slut or anything.
“Two weeks?” he asked, kissing the small of her back as his fingertips traced her slit.
Biting her lip, she forced herself to focus, because this was important. Very important, she told herself as he continued to brush his lips against the small of her back. He was a sneaky bastard, she realized with a smile. Fortunately for him, she rather liked that about him, but then again, so was she.
Sneaky that is, and not the bastard part.
Biting her lip to hide her smile, she turned over, forcing him to lean back and take his hand away. Once she was on her back, she said, “Three weeks,” deciding that the best way to handle him was to make a counteroffer.
“Two,” he said, not missing a beat as one of his hands returned to massaging her inner thigh.
“Four,” she said, comforted in the knowledge that she would most likely have a job by then.
“Two,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.
“Four,” she said against his lips, smiling when she felt his hand press down against her mound.
“Fine. Three,” he said, kissing her bottom lip as she felt one of his long, thick fingers slide between her slit.
“Four,” she said, standing her ground, because that was the only way to deal with a man like Lucifer.
“Fine. Four,” he conceded, kissing her chin as he slid that finger deep inside her.
“And then you’ll accept my decision to quit?” she asked as she reached down and wrapped her hand around the large erection that needed her attention.
“Absolutely,” he promised with a smile that she didn’t quite trust, but as long as he kept his word and gave her four weeks to find another job she was willing to pretend to negotiate anything he wanted.
Chapter 41
One somewhat depressing week later…
“Time to get up,” Lucifer, the surprisingly chipper bastard, said as he gave her bottom a playful slap.
“Ow,” she said hollowly as she lay there trying to find the willpower to get out of bed and go through the hell that was now her life.
“Where are you going today?” he asked, pressing a kiss against her shoulder as he curled his body around hers and pulled her closer until that monstrous cock of his was pressed against her bottom.
Normally that would have been enough to make her smile, but after the depressing week that she’d had, she wasn’t sure that she could manage a smile this early in the morning without drugs being involved. Thankfully, he couldn’t see her face so she didn’t bother trying to fake a smile this morning.