Her Demigod Complex by Abigail Owen

Author:Abigail Owen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, werewolf, boss, billionaire, wealthy, wedding, demigod, nymph
Publisher: Abigail Owen

CHAPTER 10

“Leia?”

Slowly, she blinked awake to discover Castor perched on the edge of the bed calling her name.

She glanced at the clock. Two a.m. She rubbed her eyes as she sat up to face him, dragging the heavy covers up to cover her black silk nightgown. Sexy lingerie was one of her secret indulgences. She did her best to ignore her instant awareness at his nearness. “Cas? Is something wrong?”

At some point during the evening, he’d discarded his tux jacket and tie and rolled back his sleeves. Yummy. He blew out a breath and ran his hand through his mussed hair. She frowned at the outward sign that her usually cool-headed demigod wasn’t at all calm. “I need to ask you a question.”

“Okay.”

“Did you ever sleep with Kaios?”

She narrowed her eyes. Where was this coming from? “No. I’d rather kiss a hell hound.”

“Even when you met him?”

Ah. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “Told you about that, did he? What an ass.”

“He implied.”

“When I rejected him, we were at a werewolf mating ceremony. Apparently the first time a woman’s said no to that man. He probably told you because he wants to ruin the relationship he thinks we have.”

His shoulders dropped slightly at her response. “I see.”

She cocked her head, searching his face. “You believe me?”

He grinned, and the sight of his dimples shot straight to her center. “Any day of the week and twice on Sunday. Especially over that megalomaniac.”

She chuckled and his gaze dropped to her mouth and lingered there. An ache of need glowed low in her belly.

He reached for her hand. “You thought I’d be just like him when you first came to work for me? Didn’t you?”

“Yes.” He drew lazy circles on the inside of her wrist with his thumb—a soft caress that befuddled her mind.

“Do you still think that?”

“No.”

“When I first told you about the wedding, was the werewolf thing your only reason for refusing?”

“No.”

“What else?”

The heat in his gaze scorched her skin, or maybe her visceral response to this man was the culprit. Either way, the truth was dragged from her lips. “This.”

He tipped his head in question, clearly wanting clarification. Time to take a risk. She hadn’t used her sexual radar in centuries. She hoped to Zeus the skill wasn’t rusty, that she was reading his signals right.

Never taking her gaze from his, she slid out from under the covers and climbed into his lap, straddling him. No mistaking the evidence of his desire. With excruciating slowness, she lowered her lips to hover above his, not quite touching. “This.”

She didn’t have to wait long. With a low groan he covered her lips with his, his tongue sliding along hers. He tasted of champagne and something delicious that was simply Cas. He tangled his hands in order to angle her mouth better. Leia was lost to his kiss, his touch, her body taking over from her mind as she surrendered to the sensations that had been building since the first moment they’d met.

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