Page 92 of Devoured

“Definitely.”

The night before the Dahlia District’s grand reopening, we sat outside of our new home on the patio, watching the sun shimmer behind the clouds, casting the world in a gray glow. The rain started coming in sprinkles again, just when I thought we had finally made it into the dry season. But in Sage City, there weren’t any seasons. There were days of reprieve, but in the end, it was what it was. And that was okay.

Iris was dressed in latex, skin-tight and shiny, making her look like the perfect doll. Her hair had been chopped above her chin, her eyes rimmed with black makeup, her lips painted a vibrant red, not her usual purple or black.

“I like the lipstick,” I said, pulling her close to me. “Any occasion?”

“You,” she said. “When you smear it across my face later.”

My cock twitched against her. The woman had a wild imagination, and I loved exploring it with her. I held her from behind, her boots so tall that she almost matched my height. It was a short drive from the new house to the club, but in that outfit, it would be difficult for her to drive herself. So I would take her. Besides, I wanted to be there on the big night.

“Do you regret it?” she asked, breaking the silence. I gave her a funny look, cocking my brow, and she shrugged her shoulders. “The Dahlia District. I’m sure the first Departure location would have been opened by now. Here, or in New York. Do you regret it?” She shrank down. “Giving up on that adventure.”

I pulled her in for a kiss, cupping her smooth ass in that synthetic material. The bastard who knelt before her tonight would be one lucky fool, and I knew Iris would come back to me afterward. If we made it that far. I might have to take her to her old apartment. Fucking her in that latex would be a treat. Hell, I wanted to ruin her makeup now.

But she looked perfect. Like the goddess she always knew she was.

“Not at all,” I said. “I told you. I love new experiences. And this?” I gestured around to our mansion, the yard, the woods surrounding our property. “Thisisa new experience. I love it, and I love you.”

She kissed me, full of carnal hunger, and I fought back, then bit her lip until she moaned. My cock pulsed against her and she pressed into me, then pulled away, smacking my arm.

“You’re going to make me late,” she said.

I turned towards the house to go to the garage. “I’ll drive you,” I said.