HOTTER THAN HELL
Chapter One
Coitus Interruptus
Anyone in my position would've thought the buzzing in my
head was anticipation. Five minutes to go, then the client
would be eating from my hand. Literally. I had the grapes
ready and waiting in the ice bucket, chilling. She liked it when
I let the cluster dangle over her lips-she'd poke out her tongue,
sinewy and slick against the ripe fruit, darting pink flesh over
purple. Sweetness on sweetness, both begging to be sucked.
Plucked. My blood pounded through me, boom boom, boom
boom, sending happy signals to my brain and my balls, getting
my body primed. T-minus five minutes, and counting. Small
talk until then-light touches here, knowing smiles there, lying
about her job and mine. Thinking about sex. Killing time.
So it sort of wasn't my fault that I didn't sense the demon
approaching.
The client had moved some things around in the bedroom
since my last visit. Now her wedding photo was missing ("Getting
it reframed") and the threadbare pink comforter had been
replaced with one that was red and advertised sin. We spraw ... read full excerpt from Hotter Than Hell ebook