Free A Devil Named Desire by Terri Garey

don’t you let Cain run along, and we’ll have dinner together alone”—her thumb stroked the back of his—“the way we used to in the old days.”
    Annoyed as he was by being crossed, as he looked across the table at his son’s hopeful face, Sammy could find no real reason to make him stay.
    Pandora’s hand squeezed his again, giving him a real reason for the boy to go. “Perhaps”—she dimpled at him, arching a brow coyly—“if you’re very, very nice to me, I shall visit more often, and help you turn this young princeling into a prince.”
    Since Sammy privately admitted that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing when it came to rebellious nine-year-old boys (never having been one), the idea was tempting. “Very well.”
    Cain leapt to his feet, ready to bolt.
    “But I will see you in your chamber at eight, and you will read me a full chapter from Leviticus.”
    “Yes, Father,” the boy said. “I will.” He paused by Pandora’s chair. “Good-bye, Aunt Pandy,” he told her. “I hope I see you again.”
    “You will,” she told him, pulling him in for another hug. “Go, and have fun.”
    And then he was gone, racing from the room.
    “Nyx,” said Sammy shortly, “make sure he stays away from the pit. It won’t hurt him to be separated from the imps for a while.”
    “As you wish, Master,” said the demon, interpreting his instructions correctly as a dismissal. He faded out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.
    “Really, darling . . . Leviticus?” Pandora dropped his hand and regarded him with lazy amusement. “Why would you give the child such dreary reading material?”
    Sammy shrugged, reaching for his half-empty wineglass. “So that he knows his history, and knows his enemies.”
    “He’s a charmer, that one.” She smiled and leaned back in her chair, deliberately displaying her ample bosom to advantage. “You must be ecstatic.”
    “ ‘Ecstatic’ is not quite the word for it,” he murmured, taking a sip of his wine.
    “The Great and Mighty Satan, now father to a nine-year-old boy,” Pandora mused. “How will it change you, I wonder?”
    Sammy’s hand stilled on his glass. He didn’t want to change, he didn’t need to change, and damn Pandora’s curiosity for making the leap across that particular chasm. “What do you mean?” he asked abruptly.
    “Oh, darling, of course you’ll be changed, all parents are.” Pandora shrugged, a graceful shrug that made her jewelry glitter in the candlelight. “I don’t have firsthand knowledge, of course, but it’s a well-known fact that offspring are both a challenge and a responsibility. The experience can’t help but change you.” She rose from her chair, trailing a beringed finger along the table as she moved toward him. “No need to worry about it, though. You’ll be fine.” She’d reached his chair, and came up behind him, running her plump hands over his shoulders, and up, though his hair. Her lips were against his ear, her breath fragrant on his cheek. “You are Ruler of the Abyss, Lucifer, Son of Morning. There is no challenge you cannot meet, no responsibility you cannot bear.”
    Sammy relaxed a bit, leaning his head back against the seat. Pandora not only knew how to use her femininity to advantage, she knew the value of stroking a man’s ego along with his organ.
    Her fingers were busy on his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt to touch his bare skin, removing any obstacles in their path. “I’ve missed you, my darling,” she breathed in his ear. “It seems eons.”
    “It has been eons,” he agreed, closing his eyes to the feel of her hand on the fastening of his trousers. “Several centuries at least.”
    His cock, already thickening, was released into her plump, warm hand. Rewarding her with a growl of pleasure, Sammy stayed quiescent, allowing her to press heated kisses to his neck and ear as she squeezed and stroked, bringing his staff to full hardness. When he’d had enough