Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,83

her body.

“I will,” she said, trying to focus, but it was a tad bit difficult with Lucifer running his very talented hands all over her.

“But,” he began, only to pause so that he lean down and press a kiss against the small of her back, “if you don’t find a job within two weeks then you’ll come back.”

She sighed.

Well, she tried to sigh, but what came out was something between a mutilated groan and a moan as Lucifer lightly ran his hands down over her bottom, between her legs and back over her thighs. For several minutes, she laid there, trying to remember what he’d just said, but the way he ran his hands over her body made it impossible to focus.

“So, we have a deal?” he asked just as his fingertips skimmed between her legs while they made their way back down her thighs, further distracting her.

A deal?

What the hell were they talking about? she wondered, further spreading her legs apart in an effort to help him and not because she was some big slut or anything.

“Two weeks?” he asked, kissing the small of her back as his fingertips traced her slit.

Biting her lip, she forced herself to focus, because this was important. Very important, she told herself as he continued to brush his lips against the small of her back. He was a sneaky bastard, she realized with a smile. Fortunately for him, she rather liked that about him, but then again, so was she.

Sneaky that is, and not the bastard part.

Biting her lip to hide her smile, she turned over, forcing him to lean back and take his hand away. Once she was on her back, she said, “Three weeks,” deciding that the best way to handle him was to make a counteroffer.

“Two,” he said, not missing a beat as one of his hands returned to massaging her inner thigh.

“Four,” she said, comforted in the knowledge that she would most likely have a job by then.

“Two,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.

“Four,” she said against his lips, smiling when she felt his hand press down against her mound.

“Fine. Three,” he said, kissing her bottom lip as she felt one of his long, thick fingers slide between her slit.

“Four,” she said, standing her ground, because that was the only way to deal with a man like Lucifer.

“Fine. Four,” he conceded, kissing her chin as he slid that finger deep inside her.

“And then you’ll accept my decision to quit?” she asked as she reached down and wrapped her hand around the large erection that needed her attention.

“Absolutely,” he promised with a smile that she didn’t quite trust, but as long as he kept his word and gave her four weeks to find another job she was willing to pretend to negotiate anything he wanted.

Chapter 41

One somewhat depressing week later…

“Time to get up,” Lucifer, the surprisingly chipper bastard, said as he gave her bottom a playful slap.

“Ow,” she said hollowly as she lay there trying to find the willpower to get out of bed and go through the hell that was now her life.

“Where are you going today?” he asked, pressing a kiss against her shoulder as he curled his body around hers and pulled her closer until that monstrous cock of his was pressed against her bottom.

Normally that would have been enough to make her smile, but after the depressing week that she’d had, she wasn’t sure that she could manage a smile this early in the morning without drugs being involved. Thankfully, he couldn’t see her face so she didn’t bother trying to fake a smile this morning.

“Around,” she said, shrugging as she lay there, trying to find the willpower to get up and face another day of filling out applications, dropping her resume off anywhere that had a “Help Wanted” sign and staring at her phone, waiting for calls that never came.

“Have you applied with my uncle or sister-in-law?”

“I’m doing that today,” she said, still a little unnerved by how helpful he was being in all this. He still wanted her to come back, which comforted her, but he was also going out of his way to support her in finding a new job, which was actually starting to terrify her.

When he’d suggested his two-week proposal she’d expected him to do everything within his power to ensure that she didn’t find another job. She’d expected pouting, a possible offer of a raise and sex, a lot of sex, to get her to change her mind. Well,