Man about the House (Wicked Wraiths) Read Free Page A

grabbed her tray and started scrubbing it clean with enough force to take the picture off the surface. “There’s the door. Don’t let it hit you in the ass on the way out.”
    “So, damned if I do, damned if I don’t,” he muttered, his voice low. Janelle looked up, a frown on her face.
    “Sorry?”
    “I said, damned either way. So I might as well do something to deserve it. Wouldn’t you agree?” He started toward her, a hot, dark look in his eyes.
    Janelle lost the power of speech. Her mouth opened and closed soundlessly as she backed up. His gaze held hers fast as he followed her, stalking her until her hips hit the metal cabinets behind her. The slight bump broke the spell he seemed to have on her. “Hey, you can’t do this! I’ll call security –”
    His broad shoulders cut off her view of the room. He reached out a hand to cup her cheek. If anyone had told her just hours previously she was going to be cornered in the kitchen by a club guest, she’d have had security camped out in here already. Every club had horror stories of staff attacked by drunks who couldn’t take no for an answer.
    She didn’t feel threatened though. Not by him. Instead, excitement swirled through her veins, the heat in her belly spreading out like wildfire. His thumb whispered over her lips and her pussy clenched hard in reaction.
    He can’t mean this. He’s drunk… just playing in the fat pool …
    His lips were soft, gentle as he whispered a feather-light kiss across her closed mouth. Janelle forgot to breathe, her heart thundering in her chest. His hand slipped down to the side of her neck. Moving in closer, he curled strong fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and tilted her head back to change the angle of the kiss. He was so close, his body heat beat at her even though they were both clothed.
    His thumb smoothed the frantic pulse in her throat; a soft, soothing motion almost like he was calming a wild animal. It didn’t calm her though, just sent her breathing haywire. She whimpered in the back of her throat, a tiny noise of need and encouragement.
    He smiled against her lips. His tongue swept slowly, seductively, across her lower lip, in a hot, wet brush of temptation and silent demand for access. Janelle’s body turned to mush, her knees threatening to collapse and dump her on the floor in a tangled heap of limbs.
    “Hey! What you doing? Guests aren’t allowed back here. Oh my God, Janelle?”
    The voice broke through the sensual scene. Janelle froze, eyes wide. Corvin broke the kiss, his lips hovering just above hers.
    “Great, just great. Now I’ll get the sack,” she accused, pushing at his broad chest. “Happy now?”
     
    Fuck, just as she was beginning to respond . Anger flared through Corvin as he stepped back, snapping a glance over his shoulder to the bouncer who’d walked in on them. Just a few more minutes and he’d have had her where he wanted her… sitting on the counter with her legs wrapped around his hips, and his cock buried balls deep.
    “Steve, this isn’t what it looks like –”
    Corvin frowned at the nerves in her voice. She really was worried about losing her job.
    “Yeah, I’m sure it’s not.” Steve’s voice was filled with perverse satisfaction. Corvin knew the guy’s next stop was the manager’s office, and Janelle would be out of a job.
    “Sorry, mate, all my fault,” he said as he walked toward the door. “Didn’t give the lady much of a choice.” Pausing for a second as he drew level, he held Steve’s gaze with his own. It took less effort than flicking a switch to slide inside the mortal’s brain and grab his memories of the last couple of minutes.
    Without remorse for the pounding headache the guy would get in the morning, Corvin wiped them clean. Everything that had happened since he walked through the door. All gone. It was breaking about seven rules in the “Rules for Demi-god Conduct on the Mortal Plane,” but Corvin didn’t give a shit.
    Steve