A Pact with the Devil

Katya

It was a brief laying of lips against lips, yet I trembled, shuddering in need, gasping in wonder.

His lips were gone almost immediately, and he gently placed a package in my hand, his voice throaty, thick, desirable,

"I guessed you wouldn't eat much once I proposed sex to you, so this is dinner, for you and my little man. Tell him I will call him tonight."

I stood, staring at him like I had lost all senses, my other palm clenched, itching to release and pull him down for a good proper kiss.

But I forced my feet to move, making no attempt to speak lest my voice betrays me.

After all, I was only going to stutter or mumble something incoherent that would make him laugh at me later.

As I finally got into the elevator and the doors started to slide shut, my eyes were trained on him, his palms stuck in his pockets as he regarded me with shamelessly hungry eyes.

Then he said thickly in a low voice, "Think about it, Katya. Just you and me, skin to skin, no strings attached."

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