Here's my free Valentine's Day read. Now I know Valentine's Day has just passed, but it wasn't my turn to blog on that day. Besides, I think we can celebrate romance any day, right? If you want to see how a Demon celebrates the day, read on.
"Cupid shot me."
Angel thought she heard the words as she roused out of sleep in her New York City penthouse. But it was the long groan of the big man lying next to her in bed that really woke her.
"Demon?" She raised herself on her elbow to peer down at the unexpected sight. "What are you doing here?"
"It's a holiday, isn't it?" Demon's black gaze moved from her face to her breasts. "Happy Valentine's Day."
She laughed. "This is not your kind of holiday."
He groaned again. "No kidding. But Cupid ambushed me."
He reached a hand toward her breast, then dropped it like she was on fire. "No," he said, "I have to be on my best behavior."
"Your best behavior is not very good." She smiled. "With one exception."
"Damn. Don't look at me like that."
"Why not?" From long experience, she knew he loved the tilted head, look-up-through-the-eyelashes-glance.
"Like I told you, Cupid ambushed me. She dropped me here with instructions to treat you right."
"Treat me right?"
"She said there's more to pleasing an angel than giving her great sex."
"Hmmm. Cupid did not ask for my opinion on this theory." Angel pushed back the sheet. Yup. He was naked. Gloriously naked. His broad shoulders tapered down to hips that performed with all the strength and stamina an angel could want. And she could plainly see that Demon was ready to perform.