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It’s pathetic really , Chloe thought to herself, walking up to LA’s hottest night club all by herself and even expecting to get in. The bouncers could probably see the desperation on her face, this need to go out and do something stupid. Again .
She’d done so many stupid things in her life and yet it wasn’t stopping her from looking for yet another to add to the list.
First she starred in ‘Hot Tub High School’, then of course, her biggest mistake of all -- marrying Dan Espinoza.
It was because of Dan that she was here now, dressed in something far too short and tight for comfort, looking for the approval of a stranger, to make her feel wanted again, if only for a night.
As she headed to the back of the long line, she heard someone calling to her -- not her name exactly, but a warm ‘ darling! ’ in a sexy British accent. She wasn’t sure why exactly she thought it was directed at her, but when she turned and saw a handsome, tall, dark featured man staring directly at her, she knew it must be.
Her heart rate picked up in rhythm, warmth spreading through her body even though she was hardly dressed and it was oddly cool for an LA night. Was he really calling out to her, or just someone behind her? She glanced back to make sure.
“Yes, you ,” he grinned, the most devilish and charming smile she’d ever seen. With a few easy and confident strides he had walked over to her, holding out a hand.
A little unsure, she slipped her small hand into his large one, eyes looking up at possibly the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen. She couldn’t believe her luck.
Wasn’t this what she was here to do?
The answer was yes . A million times yes.
She just hadn’t expected to grab the attention of someone so soon, and definitely not of someone so appealing. She decided to just go with it, act cool and not show him how shocked she actually was. As they say, there’s nothing sexier than confidence.
“Someone who looks like you doesn’t go to the back of the line,” he explained, hooking her arm around his elbow as he escorted her to the club’s entrance.
She looked sideways at him in awe. He was smirking proudly and she wondered if it had anything to do with her or if he was just always like that. Turning her head to look forward, she felt like a queen on her king’s arm, everyone in the lively nightclub cheering at them when the DJ announced the owner had just arrived.
He shook a few hands on their way over to the bar, the two of them finally unhooking arms when they reached their destination.
He smiled down at her, seemingly uninterested in much else.
“You own this place?” she asked, just to say something. It was impressive though.
“Lucifer Morningstar, at your service…” he paused, obviously expecting a name from her in return.
She searched her brain for one, almost every inch of it simply screaming at the way his finger tips traveled up the length of her arm and down again. She shivered.
“Ah… Amy,” If he could lie and give her a stupid madeup name, then so could she.
Lucifer Morningstar … how completely insane.
His eyes narrowed as if he knew she was lying. She didn’t care. His smile widened again as he let it go, standing tall. “I feel like we’ve met before… you look very familiar,”
The bartender placed drinks in front of them without them even ordering. His was something classic, manly and strong, aged liquor in a short glass, while hers was pink with pieces of fruit sticking out. She hated to admit it, but when she did drink, these kinds of cocktails were her drink of choice.
She took the drink and sipped it so she wouldn’t have to answer, instead just shaking her head. She would have remembered if she met him. He of course had probably seen her in that disaster of a film from her very short lived acting days.
“I’m sure I’ve seen you,” he continued. “What do you do?”
Biting her lip, she pulled the drink away and sat it next to his on the bar. “This and that,” she shrugged, smiling innocently at him and hoping it came off as sexy. She wasn’t here to discuss her law enforcement career.
His face lit up. “You’re a hooker then! I knew I knew you from somewhere,”
He mouth flew open in shock. He seemed to notice and quickly corrected himself. “Clearly a high priced one . Don’t worry, darling, for you I’d spend my whole fortune.”
She hit him in the chest, hard, to which he laughed and mocked pain. She hoped he was only teasing.
“No, you ass!” she responded, just so they’d be clear.
He threw his arms up in surrender, and already she couldn’t stay mad at the cute pout he was sporting. “I apologize. Didn’t mean to offend.”
She let it go and grabbed her drink again, forcing her eyes away from him so she could look around at all the other people around them having the time of their lives. That’s what she wanted too. She wanted to let go and to stop feeling the weight of her recently removed wedding band.
“So, Amy ,” he began, “if that really is your name. What do you actually do?”
She looked back at him, away from the buzzing dancefloor that looked so, so inviting, almost as inviting as him. He was tempting, even she’d admit that. She leaned into his chest, her breath catching in her throat by how solid and strong he felt, warm brown eyes focusing all their attention on her and making her feel more desired than ever before.
“Dance with me?” she asked, dodging his question once more. She didn’t want to talk about work, about how hard it was fighting her way up to detective in a man’s world, about how she worked with her cheating husband and couldn't get away from him for even a day.
The corners of his lips turned up in another smile. “With pleasure,”
His arm wrapped around her waist and directed her towards the dance floor.
She’d only had one drink, but already the small amount of alcohol was making her braver with the gorgeous man paying her all this attention.
Grabbing the front of his suit jacket, she pulled him close, pressing her hands along his chest as they began to move, his hands on her waist holding her just as close.
“Well, hello,” he smirked down at her, making her laugh happily. This was exactly what she needed.
They moved to the beat of the music, her hands finding their way up around the back of his neck while his caressed her back and sides in the most tempting way. His eyes didn’t leave her face, she felt them on her even when she looked away, needing a moment’s release from the intense attraction she felt towards him.
When his mouth came down to the side of her face, whispering into her ear that she was beautiful, she could have jumped him right there and then. In his arms right now she really did feel beautiful, wanted and even sexy. The man was clearly sex in a suit, but she never saw herself as anything more than average. It was nice having his attention this way.
She just hummed a soft ‘thank you’, turning in his arms so her back was against his front, ass pressing back into him and head lulling back against his chest.
She was so very aware of his hands, sitting on her hips and letting her move. She placed her own hands atop his, slowly bringing them to her stomach and overheating at the feel of his thumbs stroking the underside of her breasts. She pulled his arms around her, so she was completely embraced by him and just lived in the moment, her eyes closed and pretending there was no tomorrow.
This was wonderful.
After what must have been a few songs of feeling safe in his arms, he whispered against her ear again. “Let’s get a drink,”
She decided she could use one to continue this happy mood she was in. She held his hand and let him lead her back to the bar, ordering a few shots from the enchantingly gorgeous dark haired woman from behind the bar. She hadn’t noticed her before.
She gave Chloe a smile that was far too knowing, then glanced back at Lucifer. “Anything else, boss?”
Lucifer’s eyes didn’t leave Chloe. “What do you want now, darling?”
She was entranced for a moment, almost blurting out ‘you’, but showing enough restraint not to. “Beer,” she answered, her eyes suddenly leaving Lucifer’s to look at the bartender. “Beer, please,”
The woman placed two beers in front of them faster than seemed humanly possible and was back to serving others.
Chloe grabbed the beer and began drinking, quenching some of this thirst that was suddenly so intense.
Lucifer chuckled down at her, taking a small sip of his own. Seemed he wasn’t a beer man. He didn’t look like one.
She finished her beer without rush from Lucifer. It felt like he was just letting her do what she wanted with this night, which was perfect and going much better than she actually ever thought it would. She expected to be hit on by a few losers maybe, but this was so much more than she bargained for.
“What now?” he smiled kindly.
She bit her lip. What she really wanted was to be alone with him, but she hadn’t been here long and wanted to enjoy herself some more on the dance floor. “More dancing?” she asked, leaning up against him again and bouncing in place.
This was so unlike her but she didn’t care. Maybe she needed to be unlike herself.
“Of course,” he chuckled, holding a hand out for her to go ahead.
And so they went back to the dance floor, bodies moving together, his attention on nothing but her. It had been so long since someone gave her as much.
When she felt her his lips touching her skin, she almost burst into flames. She was pressed back against him, their hands intertwined at her stomach, her head tilted with his face in her neck. He seemed to be enjoying himself, letting her set the pace, but when he kissed her there, at the base of her neck, she was done for.
She moaned and swayed her hips a little more, reveling in the way his obvious arousal pressed against her. His lips were soft and warm, warmer even than her body.
When she couldnt take anymore, needing to taste him, she spun back around and cupped his face, thumbs stroking over sexy stubble. He just watched her, waiting for her to lift herself up higher on her toes, pulling him down the rest of the way.
Everything else disappeared as soon as she felt him, tasted him, and as his tongue asked for permission, there was nothing but darkness and his lips. The music fell away, the other dancing bodies that occasionally bumped into them, the vibrating floor beneath them. She was floating, floating somewhere beyond space and time, wrapped up in the lips and arms of her lover.
It felt like a lifetime, of being loved and cherished, of being fucked and consumed, and all she knew was that she needed more. She needed to feel the tickle of his stubble on her inner thighs and to fall apart while he took her.
“Lucifer,” she heard herself moaning, still draped in darkness.
“Say my name like that again and I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and take you upstairs,” His velvety voice was mixed with something sinistar, but it didn't scare her.
“Lucifer,” she said again, eyes opening to look into his blown out pupils, clearly as aroused as she felt. This night couldn’t be real. Any minute now she was going to wake up in a sweat.
He didn’t actually throw her over his shoulder, but in a whirlwind he lifted her up bridal style and had her in an elevator going up.
She giggled, pulling herself towards his neck and kissing gently. “You’re so pretty,” she mused.
She heard him chuckle as she was carried through what must have been his apartment, finally placed down on a soft silky bed and raising up onto her knees to help undo the shirt he was already unbuttoning. She needed to see him.
When they had ripped off his jacket and shirt, her hands pressed flat against his pecks, watching them move over the toned muscle and finally traveling over to his biceps. “Oh, God,” she whispered, he was way too good looking.
“Yes, I suppose he did have a part to play in my appearance, much as it pains me to say,” he smirked.
She frowned, confused by his comment, but forgot as she got lost in his eyes again. They were dark, almost endless, so beautiful, like the earth and like fire keeping her warm on a cold night.
“What is it, love?” he asked, their movements slowing down.
“Your eyes,” she breathed, “they’re beautiful.” Almost unnaturally dark eyelashes framed the gorgeous pools.
“I could say the same,” he said, dipping his head down to kiss her only lightly before he straightened back up again to slip her dress off.
Ah, yes, she’d almost forgotten. She let him pull the skimpy thing off her body, kneeling now on his bed in nothing but a pair of her sexiest underwear and tallest high heels. She had actually left home tonight with the intention of this very thing happening, so she was prepared.
His eyes were roaming over her in wonder, which gave her a major confidence boost, her nipples tightening at the attention.
She began undoing his belt, giving him the short time to admire her like she had him.
“Did my father send you?” he asked unexpectedly, making her hands on his zipper falter.
“Huh?” What a strange thing to say.
“You’re not an angel, are you?”
She smiled then. Oh he was a charmer.
Finally pushing his slacks down over his firm ass, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and forced him to fall on top of her.
He seemed to snap out of whatever had happened, pressing kisses along her neck and chest, hand coming up to nead at her breast. She was burning up.
She moaned deeply and arched up into his touch, the pool of wetness greatening inside her panties. Needing friction, she pressed up, seeking the hardness of his erection, still hidden inside his black boxer briefs.
Just as she felt it, her body shuddered, his teeth sinking into her neck and making the most wanton cry leave her lips, desperate for more.
“You like it rough, beautiful?”
She liked it however he wanted to give it. Breathless, she nodded, wrapping her legs around his slender hips, helping to push his slacks all the way off.
He growled and made her stop. She almost cried until she realized what was going on. He’d stood off the bed long enough to kick his shoes and pants off, towering over her and pulling her panties off in one swift motion.
“Oh,”
He smirked darkly, moving back on top of her before beginning to descend down her body.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, wiggling under him.
“No, darling,” he chuckled, lips pressed against her inner thigh, so, so close to where she was aching for him. “He’s definitely not here now,”
Frowning again, she found his words so strange, but as soon as his tongue suddenly flicked out and licked a line up the crease between her thigh and pussy, she was gasping for more, dropping eye contact as her head fell back.
She felt his fingers traveling between her wet folds, opening her up to himself before anything else happened. She should feel ashamed, so exposed like that, but she didn’t, she wanted him to see.
When his tongue began lapping her up softly she felt like she was floating again, legs already shaking as he forced to keep them apart. “Lucifer,” she cried, hearing him chuckle and sending vibrations through her. “Oh, please,”
“That’s more like it, darling,” he encouraged. “Tell me what you desire,”
She was far too gone to think about how weird he was being, the coil in her stomach tightening.
“Faster,” she gasped, “more, please,”
He seemed to take pity on her, and as she looked down he dove in, fucking her with the force of a hundred tongues and not just one.
Closer and closer he pulled her, until she was practically lifted all the way off the bed and screaming in ecstasy. Holy fuck , she wanted to cry, feeling the oxygen leave her brain as the intensity of her release continue far longer than ever before.
She had never, ever , felt something so satisfying.
By the time it was over she felt heavy on the bed, tears rolling down her temples. Lucifer was kissing back up her body slowly, giving her time to recover while also making her feel desired and special.
She cried softly, happy tears and sad at the same time.
She opened her eyes when his lips gently kissed hers.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, “Oh, darling,”
She just smiled at his sweetness, looking up at the beautiful man with blurry vision.
“You okay?”
She nodded, cupping his cheek with one hand while the other moved back into his thick hair. She hummed happily. Dan had never looked at her the way Lucifer was right now, not once. She deserved better, she realized, she deserved better than to find him in their bed with another woman.
What had she done that was so wrong? Why wasn’t she good enough?
“Shhh,” Lucifer hushed. “I’ve got you,”
She nodded, lifting her head up to kiss him again. She trusted him, and as thoughts of her failed marriage fell away, so did the tears, ready for the rest of the night with this sexy man she was currently wrapped around.
She reached down to pull his boxer briefs down, her eyes fluttering shut as soon as he ground against where she wanted him desperately. He felt big and she was scared to look, but at the same time wanted it desperately.
“Okay?”
She nodded again, looking him in the eyes, mouth falling open as he reached down and positioned himself, pressing into her.
Her breathing hitched at the feel of being stretched so widely, and as he slowly bottomed out, she let out another soft cry.
“I know, darling,” he said. She’d never met someone so cocky yet charming before. “I am seriously blessed.”
She laughed then, the pressure of him inside her so consuming. “You’re a dork,” she whispered, surprised by how comfortable she felt.
He smirked down at her as he pressed his hands into the bed beside her and looked down to where they were joined, pulling back only to thrust back in.
She gasped again, pulling on the back of his neck so he’d kiss her again. “Please,” she pleaded. She needed him to move, to hold her all at the same time.
His lips attacked hers, passionate wet kisses consuming her as he slowly but surely began picking up the pace.
Every fiber of her body felt him and screamed for more. She craved to have him inside her, her own arousal greatening and coating him to create smoother more loving thrusts.
She needed to come like she needed air. “Faster,” she was able to get out, between his breathtaking kisses.
He complied, wrapping an arm under her to hold her close and have better leverage. Higher and higher she rose, the euphoria hitting her in waves as she screamed his name, g-spot and clit stimulated at the same time.
Oh God, oh God, oh God…
His release hit just as hers was dying down, warmer and fuller with each pulse. She held him close to her chest, feeling his body shaking slightly at the intensity. She was thirty years old and she’d never had something this earth shattering before in her life. No one could blame her for crying.
After a moment of calmness, she cupped his face and made him kiss her again, both their skin damp with sweat.
She moaned when he moved inside her again, tongue exploring her mouth. Oh wow, she thought, he was still hard.
He chuckled into their kiss, probably catching onto her surprise, then flipped them so she was on top, straddling him.
Their kiss broke. “How ar-”
She was cut off again by an upwards trust.
She wasn’t about to complain, the way he was hitting up into her far too good to question. Instead she ground her hips down against him, filling herself up even more with him and biting her lip hard.
She sat up, her hands on his chest as support, throwing her hair back and smiling when he began to massage her breasts.
“You’re too perfect to be human,” he mused, and she rolled her eyes, thinking there he went being weird again.
But it was sweet, so sweet she couldn’t help but look down at him again, rolling her hips and shaking slightly at the pleasure steadily consuming her every cell.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, moving a hand on top of his and making him squeeze her breast harder. It sent a jolt of pleasure to where she was riding him.
He sat up, making her dip back a little with a laugh, then quickly wrapped a steadying arm around her waist. “Not until the sun comes up,” he promised, his mouth coming around her nipple and sucking sinnfully. “Maybe not even then,” she said as he traveled to her other breast, giving it equal attention.
She threw her head back, holding on around his shoulders.
She had no doubt he could last that long, the question was, could she?
She’d probably regret this all tomorrow, but right now his bed was the only place she wanted to be.