Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,76

too fucking long to keep his hands off her and Christ, he was never going to be able to keep his fucking hands off her again, but he lost it when she whimpered his name. He held her close, thrusting inside her until he felt her sheath squeeze his cock one last time.

Trying to catch his breath, he kissed her forehead and said, “Run.”

Chapter 37

“Run.”

As she sat on the edge of the desk, leaning heavily against him while she willed her body to stop trembling even as she wondered if it was too soon to ask him to do that again. That would probably just make her sound greedy, she decided as she tried to sit up on her own, but her extremely satisfied body wasn’t having it.

“Are you going to run?” he asked, keeping his arms firmly wrapped around her, which of course would have made it impossible to comply even if she had the energy to move, which she didn’t.

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” she managed to get out as she gave up on trying to move and resigned herself to another lecture, spanking, glaring match or whatever he had planned for her.

“I need to sit down,” he announced with a sigh, understandably alarming her since without him she would probably fall flat on her face.

“Wait!” she gasped as she tried to sit up on her own, but she was still too weak to manage it.

Thankfully, he decided to take her with him, whether it was because he was sympathetic to her current predicament or because he realized that she wasn’t capable of letting him go, she didn’t know and didn’t care. When he sat down on the couch, she settled in more comfortably against him and closed her eyes, still wondering why the inconsiderate bastard hadn’t thought of getting a blanket for his office.

Maybe she should steal one of Melanie’s precious blankets? she thought as she laid her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes and-

“Since I’m assuming that my father didn’t clear you to return to work during the two hours that I was gone, can I assume that you’re still supposed to be upstairs pretending to be asleep?” he asked as he dropped his hold on her and settled for resting his hands on her ass.

His obsession with her ass was starting to become a little concerning.

“Patrick needed help,” she mumbled sleepily, wondering what he had against post sex naps.

“He had plenty of help,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

“You need to put an extra waitress on Saturday nights,” she mumbled, shifting to get more comfortable.

He sighed heavily as he shifted beneath her, still keeping his hands on her ass, she drowsily noted as she started to fall asleep, but of course she should have realized that he wasn’t quite done yet.

“Since you’re obviously feeling better there’s no point in hiring anyone new.”

“Not for a few weeks at least,” she agreed, hoping that this was going to be the end of their little heart to heart. She needed a few minutes of sleep before she had to get dressed and get back out there, but the way that he suddenly went still beneath her told her that it wasn’t going to be that simple.

“What happens in a few weeks?”

“You know what happens,” she said, not particularly thrilled by the idea of quitting either, but what else was she supposed to do now?

They were serious, or at least, she was serious about him, which meant working for him was no longer an option. She was really going to miss the Fire & Brimstone. She loved working here, loved the staff, the customers and what she did. While most people wouldn’t consider being a waitress a career, she did.

She didn’t care that she would never get rich doing it. The only thing that mattered to her was that she loved her job. She could care less what anyone else thought about it. She loved working in a restaurant and one day if she was lucky enough, she might get the opportunity to run a restaurant of her very own.

“No,” Lucifer said, making her sigh, because she really wasn’t in the mood for this argument again.

“Yes,” she said, hoping that he’d just let it go.

“Not fucking happening,” he said, shaking his head so that his chin gently brushed against the top of her head.

“Can we talk about this later?” she asked, wishing that he’d just let it go.

“No.”

Sighing heavily, because she should have known that