Free Keeping Her by Kelly Lucille Page A

to
fully submerge.  Demon would never fit.  She groaned, bent her knees,
and dunked her whole head under water.  No thinking about Demon.
    She
pulled herself up and slicked back her hair.  On the other hand,
Wow.  Her hand palmed a breast as she remembered how he made her
feel.  She shook herself, reaching for the towel as she stood up. 
Time to get back to work before she did something stupid, like called Demon for
hot monkey sex.  Then she would never get anything done.  Except Demon.  
Her body pulsed with the thought.  Beyond tempted, she groaned shaking her
will power back into place and standing up.  She dried herself briskly
then slathered on the lotion.  She combed out her wet hair and dressed for
another day of playing with hot wax.
    On
her way downstairs, she caught the message light on her answer machine again
but kept ignoring it.  She did not want to be any more tempted to call Demon,
and she wasn’t ready to field questions from her family yet.
    The
week was long but productive.  By midnight Thursday, she had worked like a
dervish and finished all but the largest piece.  At this point, she might
be ready for a second show and come morning she would call and inform Marion at
the studio.  In the meantime, she had one more week before her first
professional gallery showing.  She breathed deep trying to still the
butterflies that took flight when she thought of her showing.  It was even
worse now because she wasn’t sure if Sarah and the kids would still come. 
Did she want Sarah there?
    If
the fight had been strictly about Demon, she could deal with it.  She
didn’t like that Sarah had taken one look and rejected him but that could maybe
be attributed to overprotective older sister.  It was the judgments on the
rest of her life that Clytie hated.  Sarah had acted like only her opinion
counted, and her opinion was that Clytie should continue to work for her and
stop playing around with her art.  It meant Sarah did not really see her
and that hurt, a lot.  She was the only sister she had left and one of her
few good family connection but she was becoming as judgmental and closed minded
as the rest of them. 
    She
needed someone to talk to.  Cassandra was the only one who might
understand and she was probably sleeping about now.  Tomorrow, she would
call and talk to Cassandra tomorrow.  As the other black sheep of the family,
she would understand the situation.  Clyties stomach growled insistently,
reminding her, she had other concerns tonight.
    This
time she had peanut butter toast and a shower before falling into bed and
conking out.  She fell asleep thinking about Demon, just like she had
every other night.  Tomorrow, she would call him tomorrow.
    Apparently
Demon wasn’t willing to wait that long.
    The
morning was half gone by the time Clytie awoke.  She stretched her arms
above her head enjoying the warmth at her back.  The hand on her thigh
pulled her back tighter against a hard body.  A nose burrowed deeper under
her hair to nuzzle her neck.  Clytie froze, trying to think back to a
moment when someone, a naked someone from the feel of it, would have been
invited to her bed.  No such thought came to mind but she knew it was Demon
behind her.
    How
did he get in?  Stupid question.  Hello, Security specialist.  
Was it paranoia on her part to think maybe this wasn’t the first night he had
slept in her bed?  O.K. yes the thought was a disturbing one.  Now
the important question:  Why was he making a habit of sneaking into her
bedroom?
    Clytie
turned over to face him.  His eyes were open.
    “Morning
baby.”  His voice was a rough growl, and immediately her nipples pebbled
like he had run his tongue over them.
    “Do
you make a habit of things like this?”
    His
hand started making soothing circles on her hip.
    “A
habit?  No.”
    “I
could get freaked out by this.”
    “You
could.”  His lips found her neck and nuzzled.  It made Clytie catch
her