Demonic Temptation by Kim Knox Page B

hand down her face. Had he known what he was doing after all? Or had her sudden movement broken whatever the hell the spell was…and he’d become aware of his actions? Fuck. Fuck.
    She willed herself forward along the glass-edged corridor to the offices set behind the bank of lifts. She shouldn’t have risked taking a job at his company. But time had passed. And it was her dream job. She’d convinced herself that Marcus didn’t know who she was, that he didn’t remember one insane, heated moment in a shadowy lecture hall. Her pressed into the wall, his hands yanking up her skirt and pulling her panties aside. Her fingers desperate at his fly. Ragged breaths, hot skin and pure, intense need —
    Adela drew in a long breath and it did nothing to ease the tight ache in her flesh.
    “I need a promotion,” she muttered, palming her way into her little office and she wished she could slam the door behind her. But it slid, as always, with a slow silence into its frame. A promotion would get her suite upgraded and put her on a much higher floor. A wry smile pulled at her mouth. Maybe floor eighty-two would give her enough time for an orgasm.
    She should talk to someone. But how did she bring up the fact that Marcus Yeats had his hand very happily between her legs every morning…and still keep her job?
    Adela crossed the narrow space, skirting the desk with the flashing red of incoming messages on the closed light-screen. She ignored them with a twist of guilt. There was still ten minutes before she had to begin another hectic day and she needed the quiet moment to herself.
    She pushed her way into the little washroom and let the door close behind her. The hollow, unsatisfied ache gripping her forced her to slump against the door. She let her head fall back and blew out a slow breath.
    Light from the small window revealed London’s hazy blue sky and the silvered points of orbiting stations. She could take a day and sate the insanity by paying for a gene-grafted man—perhaps two—all beauty and muscles, who would fuck her. Hard.
    Her skin itched. Yes, she would insist on at least one having dark, tumbled hair and piercing blue eyes. Two birds. One fuck. Her invisible lover and the delicious and forbidden Marcus. She would drive them both out of her system.
    “As if you could…”
    Adela stilled, her heart thudding at the smooth, deep chorus of voices that seemed to dip into her thoughts. The scent of earth—no of coal —slid into her lungs. She closed her eyes. She had lost it. Completely. Now she was hearing things too.
    “We are Idaeus.” The taunt of a hot, wet tongue curled around her breast. Her breath caught. Never in her office. Never. Another tongue licked a slow, slow line down the curve of her belly to tease her aching clit. The anticipation that gripped her made her head light and her blood fizz. She couldn’t stop the breaking moan. “We have waited. We have been patient.” Strong, taloned hands took her thighs, parting them and Adela swayed. More hands gripped her waist, firm and hot against her skin. “You have finally offered yourself. And we now accept your gift.”
    “Wha—” Adela slapped a hand to her mouth. They’d trained her, trained her to be still and silent if she wanted the reward of their touch. And she did. More than anything.
    She swallowed, the familiar tight ache in her flesh already rising as the tongue flickered in quick, delicious darts against her too-sensitive clit. “Who— What are you?” She pushed the thought out, relieved her question didn’t stop whatever the hell they were. Instead another tongue, hot and firm, dipped into her sex, sparking light under her crushed eyelids. “Please…”
    “You are perfect flesh. Ours. Always.”
    The tongue stroked into her sex, hard, and Adela’s hips bucked, the sudden, fierce invasion throwing her body into orgasm almost against her will. She mewled into her own hand, her fingers biting into her jaw to deny further noise as a