Page 5 of Demon On Deck

“Just speaking the truth.”

She hums her agreement, eyes running all over my face. It may be the liquor, but I swear there’s heat in her gaze.

I raise my glass, and she follows suit. “To meddling families.”

“To meddling families,” she says with a playful smile on her lush lips.

We both finish our drinks and set the glasses down as a voice booms over the speaker system.

“Attention Mixers! It seems we have outgrown our current space and, more importantly, our dance floor. We’ll be relocating to the larger event room one floor below. Grab your drinks, and let’s take this party on the go!”

Kallie looks at me and cringes as I look at her and grimace. We both laugh.

“That’s my cue,” she says, standing. “Thank you for the drink and the conversation.”

“Bailing on me already?” I say casually, though I don’t want her to leave.

She casts a mischievous look at me. “Maybe I’ll see you around the ship. Goodnight, Evren.”

“Goodnight, Kallie,” I say.

Challenge accepted.

Chapter 3

Relax

KALLIE

Morning light streams through the curtains of my cabin balcony. I stretch my back before settling back into the luxurious bed. I can’t remember the last time I slept in after the sun was up.

Six days a week, I’m at my little flower shop by five in the morning, accepting deliveries, processing online orders from overnight, taking care of the plants, and making new arrangements. Some days it’s great, and others it’s taxing. It’s such a rarity that I can relax like this.

With that in mind, I try to relax myself back into a light slumber. I try to clear my mind, but just like last night, the moment I close my eyes, I see Evren.

It’s been so long since I’ve had such good and easy conversation. It was such a breath of fresh air. It also didn’t hurt that my conversation partner was sexy as sin.

Even seated, I could tell he was incredibly tall. His scarlet skin and curling black horns made him unforgettable. The suit he wore hugged every broad line of his body, and I wonder if there’s a pair of wings hidden beneath that jacket. His red-black hair was pulled into a sleek top knot that highlighted the chiseled lines of his face. And those eyes. Captivating orange eyes that were warm, knowing, and unbelievably magnetic.

Evren was sex on a stick disguised as a businessman.

My hands cup my breasts and roll my nipples through the thin nightgown I’m wearing. The sensation sends a shiver through me.

God, when was the last time I felt a ripple of pleasure like this? Too long.

I let my mind wander and picture Evren standing at the foot of the bed. His cock would be a deeper shade of red, swollen with need for how hard he is for me.

“Do you like playing with yourself, Kallie? Do you enjoy seeing what it does to me?” He practically growls in his deep baritone voice.

“Mmm, yes. Do you like when I put on a show for you?”

“Fuck yes,” he snarls, grabbing his cock and giving it a long, hard stroke.

My hands slide down my body and slip beneath the band of my panties. I spread my outer lips and begin to tease my clit as dream Evren climbs onto the bed with me.

He lifts my leg and kisses his way to my core, lightly grazing my skin with his fangs. When he reaches my dripping center, he takes a long drag with an impossibly long tongue. A throaty moan escapes me as my hips chase his talented mouth.

“So needy for me aren’t you? He says, licking me once more, then nipping the rest of the way up my body.