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a one-time fuck in a public club. He might want to keep this one a while. Everything about her reached out and grabbed him by the throat. Her skin, her smell and that sassy attitude. She had real potential.
    When she recovered, he would have to make sure she was okay. She might be a little sore, but that's not what worried him. He wondered if her head was in the right place. Anyone new to the scene could crash pretty hard after their first BDSM experience.
    He removed the dildo from her still quaking pussy and leaned over to smooth her gorgeous hair and plant soft kisses on her neck. He wanted to comfort her in the aftermath, make sure she understood what happened. 'Cause he needed more of her. This was just a tiny sample of what they could do together, and he couldn't wait to show her the rest.
    “Melody, baby, are you all right?” He kept his voice low while he lifted her from her position across the sawhorse. When she tried to stand, her legs gave out, and Drake grabbed around her waist and hauled her up against him to steady her.
    “Yes…yes, I'm fine.” She smoothed her skirt back down over her hips and wriggled out of his arms. Her breasts bounced and their hard tips poked at her shirt. He longed to strip her bare, in more ways than one, and explore every inch of her. Her gaze darted around the alcove and surrounding areas. No doubt looking to see if anyone had witnessed her delicious experience. He smiled when her cheeks turned red.
    “You're a natural, babe.” She swung her head around to look up at him.
    “It was fun. No big deal.”
    His mouth twitched with amusement as she tried to play off what just happened between them.
    “You know what they say, Melody, don't you?” He leaned in to her placing his lips next to her ear. “Once you've had a taste of the lifestyle, you can never go back,” he whispered, watching a shiver travel down her body.
    “That's just silly.”
    He ignored her glib response. “You'll crave it, sweetheart. You can fight it for a while, but not forever.” To his chagrin, the huskiness in his voice lingered.
    “Drake, honey, I came to play and that's what we did. We had a great time. Plain and simple.”
    He pulled back, giving her some space. Her tone worried him.
    “I'm so thirsty now. How about you? I think I'm going to wander back over to the bar and get myself a fruity little cocktail or maybe more of your diamond vodka you tried to impress me with.” She checked her clothing one more time, making sure everything was in its proper place.
    Drake held himself back. Her little mouth made him want to grab her and ensure she obeyed. Damn . He needed to pull himself together. He could spare her a few minutes to pull her thoughts together, it would do them both some good.
    “Sure thing, sweetheart.” As she retreated from their encounter, he noticed the way every man in the place turned to watch her. White-hot anger built inside him as he thought about staking his claim again right at the bar in front of all the assholes watching her.
    Whoa. Get yourself under control, buddy. Give her time. She’ll be back.
    “You can come out now, Randy.” From the corner of his eye, he saw the horned demon step from the camouflage of the lone potted plant in the alcove.
    “Did you know I was here the whole time, boss?”
    He sent the demon a hard glance.
    “Of course you did. What was I thinking?”
    As Randy moved into the light, his green skin faded, the horns receded, and his hair turned red. Black leather pants and a black dress shirt materialized around him. Here on earth, it took a lot of strength to hold their demon form, and most couldn't do it for long. But Randy, well, he was always trying. Fighting the laws of nature as long as he could. He held a weird fascination with dominating a human woman in his true form. But here in the Dungeon, he didn't push it. It wouldn't serve Drake's purpose to expose demons and their true selves to every Tom, Dick and Harry. And every demon who