Free The Devil Eats Here (Multi-Author Short Story Collection) by Alice Gaines, Tara Maya, Rayne Hall, Jonathan Broughton, Siewleng Torossian, John Hoddy, John Blackport, Douglas Kolacki, April Grey Page A

rather. She cleared her throat to try again. “It’s just…”
    He stroked the side of her face. His fingers were hot, too. “Just what?”
    “This has all been a little hard to understand. A few minutes ago I was in a Mexican restaurant having lunch with a friend. And now, I’m here, wherever here is.”
    He sighed, a deep, reluctant sigh. “I see. You have been through quite a bit today.”
    “So, if you could just send me back,” she said. But did she want that, really? “Give me my regular clothes first, of course.”
    “I’m sorry. You have to stay here a while.” He didn’t look the least bit sorry.
    “How long?”
    “Until…” His voice trailed off, and he continued to look into her eyes. His lips were so close that the tiniest movement toward them would get her a kiss.
    He backed away, finally. Not far. He still had her pinned up against the wall, but she had some breathing room now. Some.
    “I tell you what,” he said. “Let me give you a little sample of what I’ve offered you. I think after that, you’ll want to stick around for a while.”
    “Okay.” She took a few deep breaths. “I guess.”
    He smiled, a very sweet smile, considering he was the devil himself. Then, he took her hand and led her to the couch. When they sat on it, it expanded under them until it was the size of a bed. She patted the mattress beneath her: what if it was cursed?
    “Lie down like a good girl,” he instructed.
    She did, and he stretched out beside her, making no move to undress either her or himself. He still wore his formal evening attire, and the firelight played in his black hair.
    He was gorgeous, the stuff as the hottest of erotic dreams were made of, the kind of dreams that aroused her so completely that she’d have to fish for the vibrator behind her bed before she could go back to sleep.
    Now, a man that handsome lay in a bed with her and promised her a sample of what he could do for her. If only she had her vibrator right now.
    “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
    “Um…”
    “Shhhh.” He put his finger against her lips. “Don’t talk.”
    Talk? Words? How could she even think of something to say with him next to her, looking down into her face with those glacier-blue eyes? His lips only inches from her own. She could hardly breathe. She wasn’t likely to produce speech any time soon.
    He removed his finger and smiled. After a minute of that heart-stopping beauty, he closed his eyes and his mouth moved toward hers. Slowly, so slowly. She could have died from the anticipation. The minute he kissed her, the room began to spin.
    Ooh, but it was good. Ooooh. He caressed her gently, the pressure of lips on hers as light as a feather and as deep as an ocean. Her heart pounded, and her blood thrummed in her veins. This beat anything from her dreams, never mind reality. After a few heartbeats of heaven, she whimpered into his mouth and answered his kiss, begging for more.
    He pulled her against him and claimed her lips with more authority. All along the length of her body, his heat burned into her flesh while he claimed her breath, her sanity, with his caresses.
    She sank back into the cushions and pulled her mouth away from his. “You really are the devil, aren’t you?”
    “I’ve been called a lot of things.” He grinned wickedly. “Does it matter who I am?”
    He knew the effect he had on her. He’d probably thought up those images to tempt her to stay. She shouldn’t surrender. He hadn’t kept his part of the bargain, and she could demand that he release her. But, if she did, she’d miss out on sex so good it was unworldly. She might not be the most beautiful woman on Earth, but she wasn’t stupid.
    “Anything you want,” she said.
     
    Chapter Two
    Cyn awoke in the same room where the devil, or whoever he was, had kissed her into insanity. Covers and a pillow had materialized on the couch while she slept. Maybe he’d covered her up, or maybe he’d waved his hand to make the