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"You must love me a lot." He touched her hips. "Lift up a little, I have to get my pants down. It's not proper car sex unless your ass is bare. You can lose points for not getting caught bare-assed and pumping."

Emma raised herself up and balanced while he worked his pants down to his knees. His penis stood up, hard and ready, and it tempted her to touch and taste him.

She shifted herself over onto the seat beside him and lowered her head to his lap.

"Emma."

"Hmm?" She circled the base of his thick shaft with her hand and pumped up and down before swirling her mouth over the rounded head of him.

"If you suck me off, it kind of defeats our purpose out here."

"I won't swallow," she promised, and drew him into her mouth as far as she could take him.

She felt his fingers weave into her hair, holding her close but loosely so her freedom of movement wasn't restricted. She ran her mouth up and down his length, lapped at him with her tongue, sucked, and stroked him with her hand in a uniform rhythm. He tasted salty and male, and he was so smooth and hard in her mouth. She loved the way he moved his hips in time with her, feeding her his cock and letting her play with him the way she wanted to.

She gave him one last, long, swirling lick and kissed his shaft before she raised her head. "You taste good."

"So do you. And I want some. Lie back for me, Emma."

She reclined against the rear passenger door, one leg bent on the seat, one foot resting on the floor, her legs open for him. Gage caught the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist, leaving her bare except for the scrap of lace that framed her sex.

"Are you going to let me go down on you, Emma?" He folded down the front passenger seat to make more space and adjusted his position. "Are you going to spread your legs wide and let me taste you?"

"Yes." Emma grinned at him, feeling hot and shameless with her dress unbuttoned to the waist, leaving her breasts on display, her skirt hiked up, and her thighs open for him.

She felt a breath of warm air as his mouth came down to kiss her sex. He teased her with his lips and tongue, light, probing licks, soft kisses, nibbling at her, swirling his tongue inside her, and then lapping at her clit while she arched and moaned in reaction.

He slid a hand up her bare thigh to touch her while he tasted her, petting her sex while he explored her with his mouth. When he raised his head, he kept his hand over her, moving against her mons. "I want you to ride me while I fuck you, Emma. I want to make you come with my cock inside you and feel your pussy gripping and squeezing me so hard my balls explode. I want to fill my hands with your ass while I fill you with come."

She felt her belly flutter and her heart lurch. Her breathing quickened, and heat flashed through her. "Gage . . ."

"Come on, Emma." He settled back in the seat beside her and helped her straddle him, facing him again. "Come and get the ride of your life."

She lifted her hips while he positioned his cock, then slowly lowered herself as he thrust up until he was fully seated inside her. "Does that feel good, Em?"

"Yes." She leaned into him and felt his arms wrap around her. She tightened her inner muscles around his shaft and felt him react, grinding against her to make her feel the pressure deep inside. "So good." She moved on him, rocking her hips, feeling the slide of his shaft and the way her body gave way to welcome him.

"I love you, Emma." Gage kissed her forehead as he moved with her.

"I love you, too." She curled her hands into his shirt and felt a rush of emotion as the reality of what they were doing sank in. Coming together. Making love. Hoping to make new life and making their own lives new again by reaffirming the joy they found in each other.

She could imagine them twenty years in the future still celebrating the love they shared with their bodies. Love didn't fade with time, and the need for each other only deepened as the years passed.

"Are you okay?" Gage smoothed back her hair and brushed her cheek, holding her close while he took her with devastating thoroughness.

"Never better." She arched into him and loved him with all of her body and her heart while he took it all and gave her all of himself in return.

Pleasure built and burst and built again, each time gaining in intensity, until the last wave finally receded, leaving her panting and spent on his lap. His hands gripped the soft flesh of her bottom, keeping her where he wanted her while he stayed planted deep inside her.

Gage brushed a kiss across her forehead as he cuddled her in the aftermath. "Are you happy now, or am I going to have to give you another round of backseat boinking?"

Emma laughed. "I'm happy now. I just wanted to go back to where we started."

"We never leave that behind," Gage said. "It stays with us, and we add on to it." He shifted under her. "I don't mind trading cramped spaces for nice, soft beds, though."

"Beds do have a lot to offer," Emma agreed. "Do you want to take me to one now?"

"Yes." He nuzzled her cheek. "And then I plan to take you on one."

"What a wonderful plan." And one she was more than happy to go along with.

The End

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Cursed to roam the earth as a succubus for eternity, Edana offers men their most erotic fantasy in exchange for their immortal souls. As a demon, no human can get close enough to love her without being destroyed by her powers. But Eli Moss is a Nephilim, a descendant of a branch of angels that has begun to bind and banish demons. When Edana is sent to seduce and destroy him, she discovers that he's immune to her powers. Their epic struggle is about to get very personal . . . and WICKED HOT
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"I wasn't sure you'd come." He stood in the moonlight with his hands in his pockets, looking almost bashful. Which was laughable, considering our reason for being here.

"I'm here. Whether or not I'll come remains to be seen." I gave him a wide smile and let my trench coat fall open, showing off the black lace bra, panties, and nothing else underneath except my belly button ring winking in the moonlight.

Garrett, if that was really his name, seemed very interested in what wasn't under my coat. I let him get a good long look at ample cleavage and a sleek, bare midriff. Men are visually stimulated and the more aroused he became, the better my night would be.

The dogging event hadn't drawn too much of a crowd, just a handful of onlookers. I could easily pick out the ones who'd want to do more than watch.

Ah, dogging, how easy you've made my job, I thought.
Walking the dog was the popular euphemism for a prearranged meet for one purpose; having sex in a public place. A big draw for voyeurs and exhibitionists alike, dogging events were frequently broadcast on the Internet so the show could be witnessed by the broadest possible audience.

Like shooting fish in a barrel.

I shrugged off my trench coat and let it drop to the grass. I'd agreed to meet Garrett at this park after sunset, and I noted with some pleasure that the lawn offered a lot more room to maneuver than the inside of a car in a public parking lot.

Those cramped encounters so tended to discourage audience participation. The choreography required for front seat group action gives new meaning to the term "clusterfuck."

I settled my perfect ass on the fabric of my discarded London Fog and smiled all around. "Who's first?"

A tangible rush of lust filled the air and just like that, I had them all.

Fish in a barrel.

Garrett was first, of course. I let him touch me because it was the best way to hook the ones who liked to watch. They watched his hands unfasten the black lace bra that pushed my cleavage up to heights no mortal woman could aspire to, and there was an almost audible sigh as the lace fell away and nothing but Garrett's hands covered my twin peaks.

Garrett was a little clumsy and had no idea what to do with a body like mine, but he was fully aroused and his sexual energy fed me until I was damn near orgasmic. But far from satiated. Never satiated. The more I fed, the more I hungered, and the circle of men watching us was only going to whet my appetite.

I feasted on their lust, expertly playing them, pulling them into my field and draining them and they never saw what was happening. Garrett's eyes grew glazed and a confused look came over his face as he approached the threshold.

"What—?" he asked. It was an incomplete question, but I answered him anyway.

"You're a pervert, Garrett," I informed him in a matter-of-fact, nonjudgmental voice. "And now you're a damned pervert. Thank you for your soul. Welcome to Hell."

"You've been a naughty girl, Edana." Nick's voice was deep and approving when I joined him in his office later that night. "Ten men at once. Want a spanking?"

"I'm not that kind of girl." I gave him a wide-eyed innocent look and dropped into the seat across from his desk. I was still wearing the panties and while I'd put it back on, I'd left the trench coat hanging open to provide a nice peep show effect.

I wasn't wearing anything else. I'd left my bra in the grass at the park. I like to leave souvenirs and they're not docked from my pay. Actually, since it counts as littering, and could stir impure thoughts in the mind of whoever finds my discards, I get bonuses on top of the amusement factor the habit gives me.

"You're my kind of girl." He patted his lap. "Take off the trench coat and come sit."

"You're the boss." I shrugged out of the trench and strutted around to him, then gave him a little lap dance action. I got a light spank on my ass for my trouble. I sat down then and heaved an aggrieved sigh. "Is this all the sexual harassment I get? You're not even trying."

"I want you to conserve your energies. I have a special job for you, Edana."

Nick kissed the side of my neck and toyed with my nipples as he spoke so I wouldn't feel ignored. I responded to the gesture, even though I knew I wasn't going to be favored with anything that might feed my need.

"Who?" I asked. I didn't expect an immediate answer. I knew he'd tell me the details when he was good and ready.

"What," he corrected and I felt something other than my nipples stiffen.

"Not human?"

"Partially."

I swiveled around to face him and hooked my legs over each side of the chair so I straddled his lap. "Tell me more."

He shook his head. "None of your tricks. You've fed well enough tonight." Since my thighs were spread wide, he gave me a light spank on my mound and I hissed at the mixture of arousal and denial. "I want you to seduce a Nephilim."

"A Watcher?" I quit trying to play-seduce Nick and sat up straight. The Nephilim had once been a widespread race, the half-breed results of intermarriage between human women and angels who'd abandoned both heavenly and hellish realms in favor of life on earth.

The Nephilim had been called many things. "Watcher" was one of the more innocuous terms. They'd also been known more accurately as the Terrors and the Weakeners. "I thought they were extinct. Either they killed each other off fighting or drowned in the Great Flood."

"They're strong. And persistent." Nick flicked my clit overly hard on purpose and I scowled at him.

"That wasn't necessary," I protested.

"I'm evil." He shrugged and let his finger travel up to toy with my belly button ring. "This particular Nephilim is a problem. He's giving me headaches. He conjures and binds. He banishes."

At the "b" word, I went ice-cold. "I thought you liked me," I said with a quaver in my voice. "You're sending me out to get banished?"

"I'm sending you because I have confidence in your skill and abilities, darling Edana." He leaned forward and kissed me, filling my mouth with a thrust of his forked tongue and a smoky flavor that was distinctly Nick. "Seduce him. Steal his soul. I want this troublesome Watcher in Hell."

I wasn't comforted. I may have large breasts but words like "bind" and "banish" do stick in my feather head and while flattery is always nice, I really would have preferred some kind of weapon besides supernatural sex appeal. "You suck as a motivational speaker."

"Nevertheless," he breathed the word against my lips. "You'll do as I say. Because you're mine and I send you where I will."

Well, he had me there. But that didn't mean I'd just rush off to my doom. "Come on, Nick," I wheedled. "Wouldn't you like a presidential candidate instead? A televangelist? An engineer?"

"I want him," Nick said. He placed three fingertips on my belly and when he drew them away, three little brands in the shape of his fingertips remained. The burns would heal almost instantaneously, but he'd made his point.

"Fine," I said, getting up. "I'm tired of this afterlife anyway. It's all sex energy and no actual sex."

"Fiendish, some would call that." Nick actually smiled at me when he said it, the smug, evil bastard.

"Whatever. It's like a cosmic joke that in my human life I died a virgin and after centuries as a succubus I can't ever get a human to punch my ticket because my demonic powers drain him before he can do the deed." I felt genuinely aggrieved over that, and let it show in my face. "And now, after all I've done for you, all the souls I've stolen, all the men I've led to their downfall, you're sending me out to be Watcher bait. I hate you."