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Even witches have to eat. Despite learning last that she has magic powers and there’s a gorgeous incubus living on her couch, Layla has to still play nice to belligerent customers at her retail job. To her shock, Ink appears while she’s in the middle of checking people out and refuses to leave. In this steamy short story, the customer can never be right against the might of a vengeful demon protecting his bond.
Retail Hell takes place after the events of Ink and before Claw in the Coven of Desire series by Ellen Mint.
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Enjoy this Sneak Peek from Retail Hell
“Where…where are we?” I muttered. Ink spun us around, the cashier and the demon twirling in a bathroom for billionaires while classic songs sung in another language played in the distance.
“Precisely where you need to be.” Ink bent low, placing my exhausted feet to the tiles. As I got my bearings under me, I moved to step back, but the bent demon caught my ankle. He worked quickly to tug off my old sneakers, carefully laying them, then my socks on the fancy rug under the bath.
I flexed my toes, realizing an unnatural warmth rose from the floor. Oh, just standing there felt wonderful. I was tempted to lay down on the heated title to work out the knots in my back. But Ink took my hand like a prince helping a lady out of a carriage. The whole of my face burned at the thought and I took a step for him.
“You have been browbeaten, chagrined, maligned, and manhandled by crass creatures beneath your feet.”
“That’s retail for you.” I tipped my head in a shrug and Ink slipped his arm behind the small of my back. He pulled me flush to his chest until I nearly fell into his arms.
“After such trials,” he whispered while cupping my chin in his hand, “my bond deserves her tribulations.” Ink’s lips pursed and I beat him to the punch. Launching off the heated floor to my tiptoes, I caught his lips in a kiss. The hand that’d been holding me up slipped down my body to perch on my hip.
Ink thrust his hips forward, pressing his fully naked cock against me. I gasped in shock, certain he’d had pants on before. Somehow there was now nothing but cheap denim between me and incubus peen. A low chuckle rumbled from Ink. “Always surprised by my talents.” He slipped his tongue in my agape mouth, sending a ripple of not only heat but a sizzling electricity racing down my throat and deep into my clenching thighs.
A coolness struck my backside and I shifted, realizing he’d undone my jeans and cast them to the floor. The chill only lasted a second, Ink’s palms happy to warm the outside of my thighs and caress around the swell of my ass. He began to grind against me, digging his fingers in while swaying his hips to trail his cock back and forth over my belly.
“You mortals are such fun to excite,” Ink whispered and he plunged his incubus claws into my skin.
The pain bit through me and I leaped, only to be caught by the cascade of pleasure sliding down my spine. “Mmm, your mind is overrun with tempting desires,” Ink moaned. He pushed my legs open with his knee and dug into the small of my back to encourage me to grind on his thigh.
Wetness swept across the thin cotton panties keeping me from his naked skin. I reached out for the cock he taunted me with, but Ink caught my wrist. He guided my hand to his stomach, his fingers dancing mine up his gentle abs. As we went, the buttons on his shirt fell open, revealing a plethora of tattoos I’d never seen before. I wanted to study them, to trace every line with first my fingers then my teeth. I wanted to leap on top of him and pull his hair while he dug his claws into my ass.
“First…” The incubus driving me mad to get exactly what he wanted pulled my hands to his shoulders. He stared me directly in the eye as he traced a palm from my shoulder down over the rip in my shirt. “You require restitution in both body and soul.”
“It’s just a—” I tried to argue it was no big deal, I’d been through worse in my time. But my shirt flew over my head, the tattered polo abandoned to the feet of a stone Cupid. Ink wasted no time in slipping off my bra, though he coyly dropped to his feet to help in pulling me free of my panties one foot at a time.
Extending his hand, he guided me to the massive tub. I followed, feeling silly for getting naked before it’d even been fill— Steam spiraled from the surface coated in tiny bubbles. How did he do this? How’d he…?
The demon from hell smiled and tipped his head demurely like the world’s greatest butler. With one hand around my back and the other holding my palm, Ink guided me into the tub. In an instant, I sunk deep into the water’s welcoming abyss.