AMatterofLust by Lisa Fox

“What do I taste like?”
    Trask grinned. “You taste like spiced honey, like hot,
sweet, electrical fire.” He bit down on her shoulder. “Like everything I want.”
    Like everything he wanted. That did sound good. There was
just one last thing she had to know. She met his eyes and mentally crossed her
fingers. “Am I going to be enough for you? You don’t need to, ah, eat somewhere
else as well, do you?”
    “Rena,” he said, his voice low. He traced her cheekbone. “I
only want you.”
    Rena let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been
holding. “Good,” she said, the tension draining out of her body. A lust demon,
huh? Her gaze traveled over the yummy length of him. That probably meant he had
all kinds of interesting demonic powers. Demonic powers of lust. She smiled as
delightful theories on what those might be danced through her head. She wrapped
her arms around his shoulders, pressing her chest to his, her insides warm and
her pussy wet.
    He smiled back, cradling her in his arms. The light hair on
his chest tickled her nipples, making them wonderfully hard. “We just have to
be reasonable about this.”
    “Reasonable?” Something in his tone made her pause, a cold
pocket forming in her chest.
    He nodded, excitement on his handsome face. “We need to be
careful. As much as I want to, I don’t think I can see you every day. It would
be too much for you. I feel your exhaustion already and I only took a little
tonight. I think an every-other-day schedule would work for us. We could see
each other, then you could have a day to rest and then I could come see you
again. If you ever got too tired, we could probably take a longer break.” He
kissed her hard and then cupped her face in his hands, his gaze sweeping over
her in a fierce, seductive caress. “I don’t think I could go more than a week
without you though.”
    Rena blinked as his words washed over her. An
every-other-day schedule? “It sounds like you’ve got it all worked out,” she
said, trying to organize everything in her mind.
    “Yes,” he said, clearly pleased with himself. “I mean, we
could try to do it every day for a while if you want to, but I think it would
be better for you to rest. Especially at first.” He parted her legs with his
thigh and pressed his erection against her hip. “I want you ready for me every
time I see you.”
    The cold pocket turned heavy, making it difficult to
breathe. Was he really saying what she thought he was saying? “Okay, let me
make sure I have this straight. I’d see you for sex. We’d fuck. Then, you’d
leave. And then, in a day or so, I’d see you again. For sex. Is that about
right?”
    He nodded. “Exactly.”
    It was all so neat, clinical, completely heartless. There
was more passion in her work schedule. At least that offered some diversity.
“What if I don’t want to have sex?”
    His brow winkled. “Why wouldn’t you want to have sex?”
    He had a valid point. And it was gut-wrenching. The
heartbreak that was currently crushing her chest was entirely her own doing.
She had known from the beginning what it was all about. He just spelled it out.
It should not be surprising, it should not be disappointing and above all else,
it should not hurt as much as it did. There was no reason at all why she should
feel as if her insides had been ripped out. “Of course,” she said, her throat
tight. “You’re right.”
    He kissed her and Rena’s heart sank.

Chapter Four
     
    Rena squeezed the bridge of her nose and sat back from the
computer. She needed to get a grip. For the last half hour she had been trying
to enter the supply orders for the month, and for the last half hour, she had
failed miserably. Her lack of concentration was beginning to wear on her
nerves.
    Trask and his goddamn schedule. Her initial shock and
heartbreak had passed earlier in the day, graduating into outrage. Did he
really expect her to be some kind of on-demand fuck-buddy? Was she supposed to
be his own