Demonicus (Overworld Underground Book 2) by John Corwin

will be?"
    A woman exiting the bathroom gave Isabel a strange look.
    "Supposedly." My insides knotted again despite the alcohol. "We're going try each place until we find her."
    "Well, now your behavior makes complete sense." Isabel pretended to wipe sweat from her forehead. "Whew, I'm glad things are okay with you and Tyler."
    "Our relationship is wonderful, but the demons do put a crimp in matters."
    Isabel's eyes brightened as if lit by a wonderful idea. "I could buy a leather outfit and come with you."
    "No, as a matter of fact, you can't." I crossed my arms and gave her a stern look. "Tyler can protect me, and he needs my ability to track down his infernal acquaintance. You could get seriously hurt if something goes wrong."
    "Yes, but—"
    "No buts, Iz." I gripped her hand. "Besides, what would Jack think about you going to a sex club?"
    "Well, I don't have to tell him."
    "Do you really want to keep things from him?"
    She shook her head. "No, but I still have to since I can't tell him your and Tyler's secrets."
    "Well, keeping that from him is simply a matter of Overworld policy." I was, of course, talking out of my arse, but it seemed the best way to smooth away the double standard that there were some things she had to keep from Jack.
    She blew out a breath. "It really pisses me off I can't help you, Em."
    "Speaking of piss, I really do have to go now." I pushed open the bathroom door and went inside.
    The men didn't seem the least bit surprised by how long it took us to return, and were deep in conversation about the workplace drama. Despite his earlier assertion of staying away from work talk, Tyler seemed to be enjoying the subject.
    I checked the time and realized with chagrin it was getting close to ten. "Well, I suppose we have to be going."
    Tyler looked at his watch. "Wow, time flies when you're having fun."
    "Can we give you a lift back to the apartment building?" I asked Isabel.
    She squeezed me in a hug. "No, thanks. I'm staying at Jack's tonight. I haven't been back to the apartment since Friday." She giggled.
    I felt my eyes flare with surprise. Staying over the weekend was one thing, but the weeknights were taking it to a whole new level for Isabel. "It would seem we need to brunch again quite soon. My little girl is growing up so fast and I'm just missing out on everything."
    "Definitely! Let's do it this weekend, okay?"
    "It's a date."
    Tyler and I walked the couple to Jack's car. Joe pulled up in the SUV a moment later. Tyler opened the back door for me and slid in. "Home, please, Joe."
    "Yes, sir."
    Back at the penthouse, we changed into our devilish attire. I slipped on a pair of modest polka-dotted panties, which considerably increased my comfort level. This amused Tyler to no end.
    He reached under the skirt and pinched my bottom. "I like the slutty girl next door look you're going for."
    I ran a hand over the bulge in his leather pants and felt it swell in response. "I know how sexual conundrums turn you on, dear."
    "I want to bend you over—"
    "Let me stop you right there and remind you that we're on a schedule tonight, darling."
    Tyler chuckled. "Oh, irony, how you wound me."
    "Thankfully, blue balls is not a fatal injury." I patted his crotch gently and tried not to giggle at the desperate look on his face. "Perhaps I'll tend to your wound later."
    A growl rumbled in his chest. "Oh, I think you'll have to, or I might die."
    I slipped into a pair of comfortable flats and picked up the "fuck me" stiletto heels I planned to wear inside the club. "Ready when you are."
    He reached into his pants, adjusted himself, and nodded. "Let's be on our way then."
    We took the lift to the underground parking garage. Tyler chose a sporty coupe over his Lamborghini.
    "Don't want to stick out too much," he told me.
    A moment later, we were off in search of a demon.
     

Chapter 8
     
    My hands trembled as we walked to the back-alley entrance of Bondage, the first club on our list. A pretty, polite girl in a