Page 38 of Hot Girls Date Demons

And right now, I’m having the most erotic, most amazing sexual experience of my life.

Not because of what we're doing.

Not even because Desmond looks like every fantasy cover model ever brought to life.

But because of the way he looks at me.

The way he touches me.

The way he says my name.

Like it's precious.

Like it's sacred.

I've spent so many years feeling forgettable.

Too busy.

Too tired.

Too curvy.

Too old to still be hoping for some ridiculous fairy tale.

I stopped believing in grand romance a long time ago.

Then this beautiful stranger literally fell into my life.

A Demon.

A real, actual Demon.

And somehow the impossible part isn't his horns.

Or his wings.

Or the magic.

The impossible part is that he wants me.

Me.

Josie Bennett.

The woman who stress eats brownies after bad shifts.

The woman who doesn't even own a cat because she'd feel guilty leaving it alone.

The woman who always assumed she'd end up by herself.

And yet when Desmond looks at me—I feel beautiful.

Wanted.

Cherished.

“You’re all those things and everything to me, Mate. Gods, Josie, you feel so good,” he growls, and I swear it reverberates throughout my entire body.