Leonie Hendricks: Demon P.I. by Deborah Wilde

Author:Deborah Wilde [Wilde, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Romance
ISBN: 9781988681245
Google: 1WOZwwEACAAJ
Goodreads: 44104616
Publisher: Te Da Media
Published: 2019-04-01T00:00:00+00:00

11

D rivers in Rome were a terrifying bunch. Drio, now apparently focused on getting back to his place with a single-minded determination that was fairly glorious when I wasn’t clutching my seat convinced that I would die, left them in the dust. I swear his flash-step magic extended to his car because that was the only way he jammed us into some of those slivers he called “openings” in other lanes. By the time he’d wedged us into something approximating a parking spot, I was breathing heavily and not from arousal.

I unclawed my fingers from the grooves I’d worn into the side of my seat.

Drio peeled himself out of the car. “You’re looking a little tense.”

“You think?”

He flash-stepped us from the car to the building’s hallway, then up the stairs, to his floor, and into his room. It took six heartbeats.

Once inside, he got a heating pad to wrap the Rust in so it would stay warm. He draped his blazer over a chair, a dark silhouette without the lights on, then unbuttoned his vest and tossed that aside as well. He moved like a work of art. Michelangelo’s statues were shlubby hack jobs of the male form in comparison.

I kicked off my heels–one wobbled and fell over–and held out my hand. “Take me to–” I dropped my hand and looked around the apartment, realizing what I’d failed to notice during my break-in. “Wait. You don’t have wards.”

“That conversation started properly.”

“You always stayed at the Brotherhood chapter house in Vancouver, and I couldn’t be with you there because of the wards. That’s why I made excuses to bring you home with me. There aren’t any here on your apartment, but there were. You mentioned it before. Did you take them down for me?”

“It’s not a big deal. I can protect myself.”

I pushed him onto the sofa and straddled him. “I know. I like that about you.”

“I like that about you, too. Though life would be easier with a damsel in distress who’d let me take care of everything.” His blond brows were dark slashes while his cheekbones gave him a ruggedness that his full lips undermined. Those decadent lips. He raked his gaze over me, his lashes sweeping his cheek and rendering his green eyes to emerald slits.

“Not half as much fun though,” I said. “You’d have to climb all those locked towers and wash off dragon stink and there’s less time for things like ripping your clothes off, licking you all over, and putting you back together again.”

He nodded, serious. “Right. Damsels are highly overrated.”

I took off his glasses and placed them on the small table next to the sofa, then tugged his white shirt free and popped open the buttons, exposing his gorgeous olive skin that I skimmed my fingers over. I gave a breathy kind of purr that made his dick twitch in response and made me want to preen like a cat. The coarse wool of his pants bit into my flesh, a carnal edge heightening my pleasure, and I rubbed myself against him.

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