Debbie turned this way and that in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection. Damn it, this looked fabulous on that Victoria Secret model. She fluffed up her hair, pouted sexily, then sighed and made a disgruntled face. But she’s probably seventeen. And not pregnant.
Ever since Debbie had found out, she’d been eating all the things she usually didn’t allow herself: burgers, milkshakes, ice cream, chips, and pretty much anything she had a craving for. As a result, she’d gained five pounds. All her clothes still fit, but they were tight. And this bright red sparkly negligee with the cut-out sides and padded bra that had been sitting in her drawer for over two months, waiting for a night when Shaker was actually home, was now just a little too small.
Debbie touched up her makeup, then frowned at the crow’s feet and worry lines on her forehead. Even my face has smile lines now. She held up the jar of face cream, glaring at it balefully. “You’re not doing your job.”
She touched up her face with a little more foundation, then wrapped her robe around her, shivering slightly. I long for the days when I didn’t get cold so easily.
I’m home to warm you, Shaker’s mental voice said teasingly. I’ll be right in, Mistress.
Debbie smiled, then looked once more at her reflection. Maybe it was time to treat herself to some facial rejuvenation. I’ll think about it.
“Think about what?” Shaker said, coming into the room. He grinned, taking in her outfit. “Wow. I hope you’ll think about it, because I’m thinking about it right now. In fact, it’s all I’m thinking about.”
Debbie stretched back on the bed languidly. “You like?”
“I do,” Shaker said, reaching for her. “Especially the no panties part.” He kissed her roughly, sliding his hot hands down her sides, the electric connection they made on her cool flesh making Debbie sigh.
“Lay back,” Shaker murmured, running his hands up to cup her breasts, then push the padded material down to bare the soft flesh. He cupped the cool flesh in his hot hands, squeezing slightly.
“You feel wonderful. So warm…mmm.”
Shaker rubbed her nipples, pulling her breasts out of the cloth so they stood at attention. He lowered his mouth to the succulent nubs, teasing first the left one, then the right one with his tongue.
“My turn,” Debbie said, trying to get up.
Shaker pushed her back, then spread her legs, rubbing her clit. She groaned as his fingers made lazy circles, her center warming as her juices began to run.
“My turn,” Debbie said more insistently, pushing up against him. She helped him out of his jeans, then his jacket, playing her hands across his tight abs. Shaker moved, flexing the muscles under her hands.
“I love when you do that,” she said, kissing his chest.
“Good, I have another muscle I want to flex for you,” Shaker teased.
Debbie lowered her eyes to half-mast, then licked her lips as she gazed at him. She lowered her head to his erect member, tonguing the silky flesh, then the small cleft. Shaker groaned, then gasped as she licked the length of his cock, then put her lips around the head, working the tip of his cock back and forth in her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. He pushed up, straining to enter, and she let him, taking the length of him as he plunged into her.
Shaker thrust up twice more, then stopped her. “Please, I want to be inside you, Mistress.”
“Stop asking,” Debbie said harshly. “Start taking what you want. Say it!”
Shaker looked at her for a moment, then grinned widely. “Get over here now and please me, woman!” He grasped her about the waist and pulled her astride him, holding her in place as he slammed up into her. Debbie let out a cry, then moans as he pushed into her again and again.
CEO Debbie and demon Shaker’s first year of partnership was a smashing success for both Pandora Productions and their own new intimate relationship, ending with the announcement of their engagement last New Year’s Eve. Shaker now inhabits a human host, Pandora’s rising action star Jett Black, putting the possibility of a family within Debbie’s tentative grasp as the couple pledges their love at the altar. But as before, one crisis after another ensues, beginning with Titan’s push to assimilate Pandora and the death of Debbie’s father, bringing her back together with her estranged family, and into the sights of a demon-hunting priest, Father Matthew, who will stop at nothing to not only send Shaker back to the Hell he came from, but also ensure Debbie is free of sin…permanently. When Shaker is sent back to Hell, Debbie is left bereft, her team of allies decimated, her best friend in a coma, she must decide if she will succumb…or rise from the ashes and fight ruthlessly for everything she loves, no matter the cost.