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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Mark is under extreme pressure in his high-powered job as CFO for a software company. He's dealing with corporate espionage, and his neck is on the chopping block unless he discovers the name of the spy. Desperate, he seeks the help of a psychic to get the information he needs. Greg and Hex operate Hell's Bells, a supernatural supply shop/psychic reading parlor with a twist -- Hex is a demon, and granting wishes is his specialty. Greg and Hex are doing well for themselves except for one thing -- they're into the threesome lifestyle. They're in the market for a new lover, and Mark seems made-to-order for them. Mark may walk into Hell's Bells looking for information, but what he'll find is a lifestyle change and a devilishly good time.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Sips, 2011 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: November 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [38 KB]
Words: 7231
Reading time: 20-28 min.

Hex was waiting for him, leaning against the wall and grinning smugly.

Greg glared at him. "You know, you could appear in a robe once in a while. I'd settle for jeans or a pair of sweats...clown pants...something. You're such an exhibitionist. Seriously, I'm beginning to wonder whether you'd be happier shooting porno movies than working in a psychic shop with me."

One moment Greg was pinching the flames out on the candles outlining the perimeter of the room, and the next, he was pinned against the wall by a large, hard body. Cinnamon and clove scented breath warmed his neck as sharp teeth scraped the delicate skin. Strong hands cupped his ass, squeezing, kneading.

"You're complaining? I thought you liked it when I gave you easy access." Hips pumped against Greg's groin, inflaming his desire, reminding his body of what else those teeth and hands could do to it. "Besides, what I wear is hardly important. I give our clients exactly what they ask for, including those last two, and that's all that matters."

"Exactly what they ask for? How do you manage to make everything sound so ominous?" Greg breathed, barely able to form coherent sentences as Hex's lips traced a path along his jaw.

The low chuckle he heard in response was positively unnerving. "As I said, I'm a demon, remember? Ominous is in our blood. It's what we do."

He barely had time to consider the meaning of that before Hex conjured them both up to the apartment over the store, and into Greg's bed, naked. Then all Greg could do was grab onto Hex's horns, and hold on for the ride.

His arms were stretched out, pinned to the mattress by the wrist. Hex's handsome face hovered only inches above his, lips parted. He could feel Hex's dick, heavy, hard, and hot, resting on his thigh. Leaning up, he captured Hex's full lips in a kiss. "Do me. Fuck me."

The look in Hex's eyes was as hot as the cock rubbing against Greg's leg. "Is that an order?"

"A request. A plea. A prayer."

Hex snorted and rolled his eyes. "And that's a little over the top, isn't it?"

"Then stop with the gabbing and get to the fucking, will ya?" Greg pushed his hips up, letting his stiff cock poke Hex in the belly for emphasis. ENDEXCERPT