“You know that old saying, a watched pot never boils? I think in this case it’s more a watched smartphone never dings.”

Kaitlin’s gaze shot up from the screen of her phone to meet the amused brown eyes of her oldest friend and surrogate sister, Kori. She’d bumped into Kori a few months back while doing her grocery shopping. Literally. Their shopping carts had collided while turning a corner, and Kaitlin’d already been mid-apology before she’d gotten a look at the other person.

It had been eleven years since she’d last seen her, but Kori hadn’t changed a bit. They’d remained in touch since reconnecting, their friendship and sisterly bond slowly rebuilding.

The past month especially, since Eros had been called away on family business, they’d been inseparable. Kaitlin had been thankful for the company. She tucked the phone back into the small purse hanging from her shoulder with a sigh. “I know. I just miss him.”

“Him or the sex?” Kori teased with a nudge.

“Both,” Kaitlin responded with a giggle. “I was hoping he’d be home in time for the Halloween party, but I guess something came up.”

“Trust me, Eros would be here if he could. I saw the way he looks at you.” She shook her head. “I’m still not sure entirely why his parents named him after a Greek god. Don’t get me wrong, he looks like a god and all, but it still seems a strange choice.”

“Eros’ parents are eccentric, to say the least, but his step-father is really sweet.”

“Now I understand your choice of costume, Psyche,” Kori said with a conspiratorial wink at Kaitlyn’s choice, while easing down onto the bench beside her. “You were hoping Eros would come as his namesake. With the fluffy white wings, diaper, bow and arrows.”

“Guilty as charged,” Kaitlin replied, her mouth curving into a cheeky grin. Kori didn’t need to know the truth about Eros and what — who — he was. ‘By the way, I’m dating the actual Greek god, Eros.’ Yeah, that would go over wonderfully . “And I’m curious as to why exactly you chose Persephone of all the goddesses?”

“Honestly?” Kori leaned back. “I haven’t got a clue. When I was reading through the myths again there was just something about Persephone that caught my attention.”

“Well, you did always love to grow things. Thanks, by the way, for coming with me.”

Her friend gave her a little nudge of female solidarity. “You’re welcome. You ready to head back inside?”

“Yeah,” Kaitlin rose from the bench, one hand brushing over the silk skirt of her dress. She’d spent the longest amount of time on her hair, fighting with the long dark strands to get it swept up into the elegant coif. She hoped it didn’t seem like the nervous gesture it was. Her heart wouldn’t settle, beating a little too fast in her chest. She knew it was silly to worry what he thought of her costume, but she couldn’t stop the doubts. No matter how loudly her brain said he’d like it, she wouldn’t be able to relax until he’d seen her.

As they moved back into the party, Kaitlin paused; she had to look twice at the pair heavily making out in the corner. Troy, one of the models she’d worked with before, was currently getting hot and heavy with Dean from HR. Odd. I guess he’s connected with his inner self , Kaitlin thought as she passed the two men. Good for them! Despite Dean’s vocal homophobic remarks she’d always suspected he was a closeted gay himself.

As Kori urged her further into the room, her eyes fell upon another couple making out. Well that’s strange, Kaitlin mused. Heather, the boss’s daughter, was making out with Jeff from accounting.

Kaitlin frowned. Jeff was not Heather’s usual type; his slightly larger and unsculpted body was miles away from the sexy models Heather usually climbed like a tree.

“Okay, that’s just not right.”

“What’s not right?” Kori asked, her voice curious as she followed Kaitlin’s line of sight.

“That couple over there. Heather is pretty shallow, she’s stated multiple times that she’d never date a man who didn’t spend at least an hour a day in the gym.”

“Maybe she’s growing as a person and expanding in her choices?”

Kaitlin arched a brow at Kori’s hopeful tone. With a shake of her head, she scoffed, “Highly unlikely.”

“Give the girl a chance,” her friend encouraged. “Who knows, she might just surprise yo —” the last was cut off with a huge yawn. “And I’m about to turn into a pumpkin. I think I’m going to leave you here to jump to conclusions and head off. I have an interview first thing in the morning.”

“Oh, shit. I forgot about that. Thanks for coming with me, Kori. I appreciate it.”

After hugging her best friend goodbye, Kaitlin went back to her perusal of the party’s guests. There were several new couples hooking up in various areas, a few of which one or both parties had come to the party with someone else.

“What in hell is going on here?” This was wrong. Really wrong. And unfortunately, terribly familiar.

Her gaze swept over the revelers in the room as she tried to figure out the cause of the sudden bizarre behavior. She had a hunch, but hoped deep in her heart she was wrong.

She wasn’t.

A blur of black feathers caught her attention on the far side of the room. When did Eros get here? With narrowed eyes, she observed him sliding through the partygoers. No one else appeared to give the winged god any notice. Was he using his powers to remain unseen? A few seconds later she got her answer. His wings smacked into a couple of people’s heads as he passed; not that those people had reacted, which confirmed her unseen suspicion. The question was why.

He was scowling, not a good sign. His wings were tense and twitching. A glint of gold drew her gaze toward his hands... he was up to something.

Kaitlin moved through the crowd with quick, sure steps, the flat strappy sandals she wore making no noise on the floor as she hurried to intercept her angry boyfriend. Ideally before he created yet another unique and entirely preposterous match.

She reached Eros just a split second too late; the golden dart sailed out of his hand and embedded itself into another of the male models’ ass. Grasping his wrist, Kaitlin looked up at Eros as she hissed, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Making matches, it’s my job after all,” he snarked in response. “I’m supposed to help people find their future life partners. Just speeding things up a bit.” His free hand was already reaching for another dart.

Tightening her hold on his wrist, she hissed, “Don’t.”

Without waiting to see if he put the dart away, Kaitlin tugged on Eros’ arm until he followed her from the room. She’d intended to drag him to the elevator, get him away from people altogether until she knew what was going on, though that plan soon went out the window as a group of people exited the elevator.

Kaitlin’s gaze flicked over each of the doors closest to them before choosing the storeroom to their left. Opening the door, she turned and shoved Eros in.

She shut the door hastily behind her. Resting her forehead against the door for a moment, Kaitlin listened to the cackling people passing by. The laughter soon faded away and was replaced by an unnatural silence.

Soft rustling broke the silence as she turned to face Eros. “What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?”

Her only response was that same unnatural silence. Eros scowled at the ceiling, his blond hair disheveled and blue eyes distant, his black wings twitching anxiously around him. Kaitlin couldn’t recall ever seeing him look so tense or angry in all the time they’d been together. Even from the door she could see the tense set of his broad shoulders.

Closing the distance between them, Kaitlin slid her purse off her shoulder and set it on the floor. Reaching toward Eros she skimmed her fingers lightly along his ribs to his spine, working upward before detouring off to the right to trace around where his wings protruded from his shoulder blade.

“Are you really giving me the silent treatment right now?” she murmured as her fingers glided over the arch of his wing

The movement sending a shudder through him, as his wings unfurled. Kaitlin’s fingers followed the leather strap of his quiver, down along his chest to the dart-filled tack. Pulling one of the darts free, she rolled it between her fingers as she lifted it to get a closer look.

“Careful with that, sweetheart,” Eros rumbled, the deep, low tone of his voice sending a flutter of excitement coursing through her to pool low in her belly.

“He speaks!” she quipped, lips curving into a mischievous grin as she carried on speaking. “Not that you actually answered my questions. So, are you going to tell me what these are?”

“Lust.”

His one word response had Kaitlin blinking as she looked from the dart to Eros and back again. Her brain whirled with the possibilities. The implications. These darts were trouble with a capital ‘T.’ She needed to get to the bottom of this and fast, but that meant getting her boyfriend to open up to her. “So you’re telling me that you’ve been going around the office Halloween party, shooting my work colleagues with lust darts? Which, by the way, we’re going to have a talk about consent later. But first, what the hell happened with your family to prompt this?”

Eros’ lips pulled taut and it was clear he was once again refusing to answer her question.

Pouting a little, she cuddled up and smoothed her fingers through his hair, cajoling him sweetly, “Eros … baby, talk to me. What happened?”

“My sperm donor happened,” he hissed.

The venom dripping from his tone had her looking toward the ceiling angrily and silently cursing the God of War’s existence. Kaitlin took a deep breath and focused on her boyfriend once more. When she spoke her voice held a soothing lilt. “Baby, we both know your biological father is a self-righteous ass who cares more about himself and his cock than anyone else. He’s not your real father. Not in any way that counts. Hephaestus is. And you know it. Heph cares about you and your mom more than he does himself.”

“Normally, I can handle Ares and his bullshit. Just not when he’s voicing his disapproval of gods mingling with mortals,” Eros growled, his hands curling into fists.

Kaitlin continued stroking his shoulders and wings, sensing that there was more to the story. She wanted to ask more questions, but was willing to be patient. For now.

After a minute or two, he murmured, “Yeah, Heph is the only real father I’ve known.”

She shook her head. This was typical of her boyfriend to try to deflect like this; she wasn’t about to let him. “Nice attempt to change the conversation there, buddy. Now how about you back up and explain that whole ‘disapproval of gods mingling with mortals’ bit?”

“It was worth a shot,” Eros shot back with a shrug of his shoulders and wings. He blew out a sharp breath as indecision warred on his face.

“It was, but now you are going to spill.”

“Ares disapproves of my love for you.” He made a face as though he’d swallowed something odiously foul. “He accused me of… dirtying his bloodline, when I could just use you to ‘get my cock wet.’” His nose crinkled in disgust as he spat out, “Just like the other ‘great gods’ before me.”

“That didn’t stop your grandfather from ‘dallying’ with us mortal women and siring Hercules,” Kaitlin retorted.

Eros frowned, “Thus proving his point… I tried bringing that one up myself. It didn’t go down well, given ‘dear old’ Dad’s grudge match with Uncle Herc.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but fuck your dad and his backward way of thinking. Continual bouts of incest that lead to children is not doing his precious bloodlines any good,” Kaitlin blurted out, shaking off her irritation with a huff. When next she spoke her tone was apologetic. “No offense intended to you, of course.”

The teasing smirk which formed on his face was utterly sinful, his voice a low sultry drawl holding a hint of bemusement as he responded, “My parents aren’t related… Mom washed in on a clam shell, remember? I’m pretty sure there was a painting done of it during the Renaissance.” With an unrepentant grin Eros continued, “Doesn’t look a thing like her, though. Terrible work really, considering my mother was actually the model for it.”

Rolling her eyes at the sudden change in his mood, Kaitlin reminded him, “You’ll recall, us mortals have many myths regarding how your mother was created. How was I to know which one was accurate?”

With another shrug, Eros teased, “Do you want me to be an incest child? Because I was always kind of relieved I wasn’t.”

“No, I don’t. But given the numerous myths we have about your pantheon you can see why people would think that,” she pointed out.

“And having met some of my madcap family, what do you think?”

Kaitlin gave him a sweet smile, all teeth and bright eyes, before announcing, “You’re all fucking nuts.”

He chuckled, before leaning forward as far as her hand on his chest would allow. "I, at least, am nuts for you. Does that count at all in my favor?"

She pulled on a speculative mien before replying with mock caution, "I'm really gonna need to think about it. And proof to support your claim."

The muscles in his arms bulged to pull her attention away in the hopes of distracting her, as he murmured seductively, "If you'll let me show you, I'll provide you with all the proof you require."

“Nuh-uh, this is my show,” she insisted, fingers rolling around the dart. “So we need to have a convo about these, buster.”

“What about them?”

She continued to play with the dart, readjusting her grip so that it was aimed right at him. “How would you like it if someone used one of these on you? Took away your ability to choose for yourself. Turned you into a mindless, lust-filled beast.”

“I’m already a mindless, lust-filled beast when I’m around you. So you don’t need the darts to seduce me. Besides they don’t work on me. I’ve already found true love. And that’s not how the darts work; they only work if the people I hit are meant to be. Like if I poked your friend Kori, nothing would have happened since her true mate wasn’t here tonight.” Eros chuckled, one hand reaching to pluck the dart from her hand and toss it aside.

Kaitlin’s eyes followed the dart as it clattered to the floor of the storeroom; they widened as it fizzled and popped out of existence. Shaking off her surprise at the visual evidence of magic, Kaitlin hummed her body already starting to thrum with excitement as she all but purred, “That may be, but consider toning down the effect a little. It was super squicky to see Heather and Jeff playing tonsil-hockey.”

“And what do I get if I do?”

In answer, she stepped closer to Eros. With a seductive smile, Kaitlin rose up onto the balls of her feet to press a kiss to his lips. As he returned it, she worked the fastening of his quiver loose; it dropped to the floor with a thud as her hands moved on to trace the chiseled cut of his abs. “Consider your request granted.”

The slow, teasing drag of his fingers along her thighs as they worked their way up beneath the skirt of her dress short circuited her thought processes for a split second and had her retaliating with a rough drag of her nails against his abs.

“Your dress, it looks exactly like what Psyche used to wear. Except hers went down to the ground,” Eros drawled as his lips brushed against the side of her throat.

“Good to know my research paid off, especially since my expert was AWOL.”

His fingers inched teasingly slow up along her outer thighs; one hand stopped on her hip as his other slid around her hip and down to cup her ass. Her head tilted slightly as she felt the sudden hiss of his breath against the heated skin of her neck. His voice was rough and gravelly as he groaned, “You’re not wearing anything under this.”

It wasn’t a question, more a matter of fact statement, as Eros’ hand squeezed her ass. Between his hand massaging her rear and the rasp of his stubble against her neck, Kaitlin found herself having to bite back a whimper. She needed to nip this in the bud; she was meant to be teaching him a lesson, not letting him get his own way.

Trailing her fingers along the skin just above the waistband of Eros’ jeans, Kaitlin worked her way down to his belt buckle; with a few quick tugs, she had it undone. She curled her fingers around the buckle as she pulled back, her sensuous retreat drawing the belt from its place like a snake through grass. The leather made a low, rasping sound as it slid through the denim, sending a cascade of shivers down her spine.

Eros moved, following her backward retreat, one of his large hands reaching out to her. With a wicked grin, Kaitlin ran the leather of his belt through her hands before lightly smacking the end of the leather against his outstretched hand with a chiding, “Uh uh. Hands to yourself, Mister. You’ve been a naughty god.”

His lips curved into a decidedly wicked smirk as he rubbed at the back of his hand. When he spoke, his voice was a low, seductive rumble. “Oh, is that so. You going to punish me then, sweetheart?”

“That’s the plan. Hands together and out in front,” Kaitlin commanded in her strictest tone.

A thrill of pleasure shot through her when Eros lifted his hands and brought them together; she knew he could crush her with his pinky if he wanted to. So the fact he was willing to comply with her demand was a giddy power rush.

Wrapping the leather belt around his wrists three times, she fed it back through the buckle and pulled it taut. “How’s that, not too tight?”

“It’s fine. You could go tighter if you wanted, I’m tough remember,” Eros teased with a husky chuckle.

She pulled the belt a notch tighter before bracing her hands back against his bare chest. Moving forward, she backed him up against the shelves. “Not another word. Hands up above your head, and don’t move them until I give you permission.”

Kaitlin waited until Eros’ fingers had curled around the frame of the shelving unit before reaching up and tracing her fingers along the curve of his ears. From there she stroked down his neck and along his jaw. He leaned forward into her touch, his normally bright blue eyes darkened to near midnight, flashing wide as she bypassed his face and instead raked her fingers through his hair and down to the sensitive curve of his black wings.

He opened his mouth to speak before snapping it shut just as quickly; the only sound he ended up making was a barely muffled groan.

Pressing herself in against Eros’ chest, Kaitlin rose up onto her toes to lick along his ear before purring, “Good boy.”

The shudder that ran through Eros’ entire body as she stroked gently along the top of his wings and down through the soft, downy feathers sent a burst of pride through her that she could cause such an unconscious, fervent reaction from him. Now it was time to play.

* * *

Eros struggled to keep another groan from escaping. His wings were one of his biggest erogenous zones, and his beloved knew it.

Starting at his shoulder with a firm bite, Kaitlin began to work her way down his chest, alternating between teasing kisses, licks and nips. It took all of his considerable self control to keep from begging her to move faster. The moment she’d touched his wings, he’d almost blown it and disobeyed her order not to speak.

His grip tightened on the shelf. So hard he was sure he was going to leave indents in the metal as Kaitlin’s fingers ghosted along his spine. When her tongue flicked out against one of his nipples, Eros’ body jerked forward into hers, a guttural moan slipping free moments later as she sucked the little nub of flesh.

The denim of his jeans grew constricting as his arousal increased, her ministrations slowly driving him crazy. Kaitlin’s nails raking along his ribs had Eros dropping his head back against the shelving, eyes squeezed shut as he fought down the urge to free himself of the restraints. His inhuman strength would rip through the leather belt like paper if he wanted to, but Kaitlin wanted him here, and here he would stay. For a now, at least.

Her mouth moved on from his nipple with torturous teasing kisses around his chest; he was so distracted by her mouth he lost track of her wandering hands. At least until the rasp of his zipper broke the silence. His eyes flew open as he looked down to Kaitlin’s grinning face as she slipped one hand down inside his jeans to cup him.

It was a brief touch, gone too soon for his liking, but Kaitlin’s soft laugh told Eros it had been an intentional tease designed to inflame him further. He watched as she slowly eased to her knees before him, her fingers tickling his flesh above the waistband of his jeans before dipping beneath to slide the denim down.

As the fabric dragged slowly over his sensitive cock, Eros’s gaze remained locked on Kaitlin’s until his jeans were nearly down his knees. Both of her hands slid up the insides of his thighs, nails raking lightly against his skin as they inched their way higher toward his hardening cock.

His cock twitched with interest as one of her hands slipped between his legs to gently cup and fondle his balls. Eros shivered, his world narrowing sharply to the warm, light questing touch. He hissed sharply as the fingers of her free hand stroked teasingly along the underside of his throbbing cock.

“Tease,” Eros muttered under his breath.

Kaitlin smirked up at him before pursing her lips and blowing across the head of his cock. Overwhelmed, he almost swallowed his tongue as he gasped at the sensation. His grip tightened further on the shelf, the metal creaking as it buckled underneath his strength.

“You broke the rules,” Kaitlin purred, looking up at him like the proverbial cat who got the canary.

Eros did his best to look repentant, yet he was sure Kaitlin wasn’t buying it in the least. She rolled her eyes before they lowered back to his groin. His body jerked as she stroked a thumb across his glans collecting the drip of precum lifting it to her mouth and smearing it across her pink lips.

As her tongue darted out to lick her lips, Eros groaned at the display, body slumping back against the shelves. He flinched as his wings abraded over the metal, the chafing sensation unwelcome and forcing him to focus on dispelling his wings. Distracted as he was, it took a moment longer than usual; it was hard to gather his thoughts when Kaitlin was before him, a sensual goddess in her own right.

He shivered as his wings disappeared, the faint touch of his power only spurring his need for Kaitlin to continue. The urge to beg Kaitlin grew, almost overwhelming him to the point that he broke her rules again. He resorted to giving her what he hoped was his best pleading expression and silently prayed to his mother she’d take the hint.

“Well look who's discovered their puppy-dog eyes,” Kaitlin purred.

Her lips quirked into a wicked grin as the fingers of her unoccupied hand stroked softly along his throbbing cock. The feather-light touch causing him to whimper needily despite his best efforts not to make a sound.

When Kaitlin’s fingers finally wrapped around the base of his cock, her head lowered until her warm breath blew across the sensitive head. Eros had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from crying out. Not that he actually succeeded. His battle to remain silent was lost the moment Kaitlin’s tongue swept along the underside of his cock.

Startled by the sudden jolt of pleasure that coursed through him, Eros begged hoarsely, “Please, Kait.”

Kaitlin hummed against the head of his cock before sitting back on her heels and looking up at him with a curious expression. Her voice was a breathy murmur as she asked, “Now, what does my gorgeous god of sexual desire and attraction want that makes him bold enough to break my rules again?”

Feeling his cheeks heat with embarrassment at the description, it took Eros a minute or two to get his brain to register the question. Let alone come up with an appropriate response that wouldn’t have him getting tortured further. “It’s not what I want, it’s what I need.” Eros took a deep breath before continuing, “I need you to stop teasing. Please, I need you to...” He trailed off, not entirely sure exactly how he wanted to finish that plea. Looking to the ceiling he hoped for some divine inspiration from his mother; he was well aware of her penchant for snooping in his love life.

However, before divine intervention could strike and provide him with an answer, Kaitlin caught him off guard. Her warm breath blew over the head of his cock mere moments before her soft lips closed around the tip as she gently sucked.

As she pulled back off him, Eros hissed at the sudden loss of contact.

Before his brain could form a complaint, Kaitlin’s sultry tone broke the silence, “Remember; you speak, I stop. And you don’t want me to stop… do you?”

Groaning softly at the question, Eros bit down on his lip and shook his head in silent answer. He was rewarded by Kaitlin’s wicked grin before she leaned in and guided his aching cock between her shiny lips.

His eyes rolled upward as her warm mouth slid further down along his cock, a pleasured sigh slipping free from his mouth unbidden. The sensations from Kaitlin’s tightened mouth and her tongue flicking against the underside of his cock had his grip adjusting on the shelf even as he widened his stance. Well, as much as he could given the restriction of his jeans.

He was so crazed with need for her he felt his control slipping away. And she was in the mood to tease, it seemed, stopping every time she got into a rhythm and looking up at him to gauge his reaction.

* * *

While Kaitlin had had every intention of torturing him further, she found herself needing to revise that plan. Her attempts to drive him wild, while successful, had also driven her own arousal to a breaking point. While she knew he’d recover pretty quickly if she completed the blow job now, pretty quickly wasn’t going to cut it right now. So, sneakily, she dropped her free hand to pull loose the leaf clasp of the silver belt holding her dress closed and let it fall to the floor.

She needed to feel his rough, capable hands on her as he fucked her sooner rather than later. It was that thought which decided her next course of action. With one last teasing flick of her tongue, Kaitlin pulled back, releasing his cock with a wet pop.

As she rose to her feet, her fingers stroked lightly up over his balls to curl around his cock. Kaitlin pumped him languidly simply to relish the low groan that slipped free of Eros’ throat. Backing away from him, she gave his cock one last torturously slow stroke, her hand slipping off over the swollen head.

Her gaze roamed up his abs and chest to his face, just in time to see his eyes fly open. His normally blue eyes held an almost ethereal appearance with electric sparks crackling through them. The hungry look in his gaze caused a rush of wetness to flood between her thighs; she was so distracted by that look that her backward motion stopped as her legs hit something solid.

Without moving her eyes from Eros’, Kaitlin reached one hand out behind her. As her fingers skimmed across smooth laminate, it took her brain a minute or two to acknowledge the sensation and to identify the table behind her.

Kaitlin brought her other hand up to the ornate, silver leaf at her shoulder. With a quick tug she unfastened the catch and allowed the silky material of her dress to fall free. Bracing both hands on the tabletop, she hoisted herself up onto the edge, her sandal-clad feet dangling as she leaned back, head cocked to examine her boyfriend across the room.

She felt a flush bloom in her cheeks as Eros’ gaze roamed over her body, the muscles in his arms flexing and straining against his belt. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she spread her legs a little, her mouth curved into a sultry grin before she hummed, “So, are you going to get over here and fuck me? Or do I need to take matters into my own hands?”

The growl rumbling from Eros’ chest was almost feral as he released his hold on the shelf, lowering his arms and breaking through the belt in one smooth motion. He strode to her, pulling her into his arms, and the last thought she had before his mouth slanted down onto hers was: When exactly had his pants vanished?

All the lonely nights she’d spent while he was gone washed away as Kaitlin kissed him back fervently. When she felt the first brush of his thumb over her clit, she shuddered, though he obviously had more than just teasing on his mind. There was a split second when his thumb stopped before he slid two fingers between her slick folds. The move causing her to groan into his kiss as her hips rolled involuntarily toward his hand.

When Eros pulled back from the kiss, Kaitlin couldn’t prevent the low whine that slipped free. His fingers never ceased their exploration as his mouth brushed against her ear, his voice a low seductive drawl. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. Could almost think you’d had a dose of that lust potion.”

“Don’t need it,” she moaned as his fingers twisted, crooked. “Not with you.”

“Did you miss me, hm?”

She could almost think there was insecurity in his voice, but it couldn’t possibly be. This was Eros , and she was only mortal. Lying to him had never been an option for her, so she told him the truth.

“Horribly. Now stop teasing and fuck me.”

“As my lady wishes.” He pulled his fingers free, grinning at her low whine at the loss of sensation. Lifting his hand to his mouth he slipped his fingers between his lips and sucked them clean of her juices. “Oh, how I missed the taste of this honey. Lie back, sweetheart.”

Kaitlin was eager to do as he asked. Prostrating herself on the table, she brought her legs up to her chest while bending her knees. A soft sigh slipped from her lips as Eros took hold of her ankles, lined himself up, and slid into her slowly.

“You feel so good,” Eros said hoarsely.

She hummed in agreement, her eyes closed. The thickness of his cock stretching her wide was sheer bliss.

Once fully sheathed he paused, for which Kaitlin was thankful as it allowed her time to savor the feel of him. She rocked her hips slightly, first up and down then side to side, a deliberate taunt to try and get him to move.

Eros grunted in response, his fingers tightening briefly around her ankles, before he guided her heels to rest on his shoulders. The move opened her hips up wider and brought her labia into contact with his groin. He rocked against her, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her and eliciting a moan.

“Harder.” Kaitlin opened her eyes to look up at him, once again knocked sideways by the sheer impact of his divine good looks. Literally divine. “Please, Eros…” He could always reduce her to begging, and she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Not when he was always quick to give her exactly what she needed, anyway. As Eros’ pace quickened, Kaitlin reached above her head with one arm to brace her hand against the wall.

She already knew she wasn’t going to last long. It had been so long. Eros’ erratic rhythm as he pounded into her was just as telling. Her free hand skimmed down over her stomach, sliding lower ‘til her fingers settled over her clit.

It took her a couple of tries to get the rhythm of the strokes of her fingers right, but she needed just that little bit of extra stimulation in order to reach her climax. Within a matter of minutes, she was quivering beneath him, hanging right on the precipice of release.

“So close… Eros, please,” she begged.

“Yes,” he said through gritted teeth, “let me feel you.” He shifted slightly, changing the angle, hitting right on that spot that made her see stars. Knowing they could be overheard, Kaitlin took her hand off the wall and shoved it into her mouth to stifle her shrieks of pleasure. Eros’ groans followed moments later, his hips finally stilling as heat flooded deep within her.

His hold on her ankles loosened, allowing her to slide her feet off his shoulders in order to wrap her legs around his waist. With a content sigh, Kaitlin rolled her hips against Eros, peering up at him through half lidded eyes. “God, I missed you.”

* * *

While cuddle time with Eros was always welcomed, there was a time and place for it and on a table in the storage room at a party was definitely not the time or the place. Though trying to convince Eros of that was another matter entirely.

He was currently hunched over her, his head resting against her breasts. Kaitlin sighed contently. Lifting one hand to his head, she stroked her fingers through Eros’ hair. His hum vibrated against her skin, sending a tingle through her body.

Kaitlin tugged at his hair and waited until Eros lifted his head to look at her; his hunger was evident in those ethereal blue eyes. Not to mention, she could feel his cock once again starting to stir within her.

“Eros, baby. I know you want more, but this isn’t exactly the best place for a lengthy reunion.”

“While I never can get enough of you, sweetheart, I reluctantly have to agree with you there. The things I want to do to you are, after all, better off done without an audience.”

She couldn’t stop the giggle that slipped free as Eros’ head lowered to press a kiss over her heart. As he eased back, she unwrapped her legs from around his waist. His hand came into her view, and she accepted it gratefully, welcoming his assistance to sit up.

Not that his grip loosened on her hand once she was upright; instead, he gave another tug that pulled her off the table and into his bare chest. Wrapping her arms around his waist Kaitlin nuzzled against the warm skin of his chest. After pressing a kiss directly over his heart, she tilted her head back to look up at him, her mouth curving up into a warm smile.

A bright flash of white light momentarily blinded Kaitlin. Shutting her eyes, she tightened her arms around Eros as she buried her face back into his chest. When a bout of dizziness washed over her, Kaitlin took it as the first warning that Eros had just teleported them God only knew where.

Her shoulders came into contact with a wall. Blinking her eyes open, it took a minute to adjust to the dimly lit room. The familiar music along with numerous voices sent a sharp wave of panic through her; after all, being naked in front of a large group of people she worked with was one of her biggest fears.

Glancing down, she soon realized that not only was she redressed back in her costume, but that Eros was also attired in his jeans and donning his quiver. Kaitlin slapped his bicep as she huffed, “Way to give me a panic attack.”

“Sorry.” Eros smirked, utterly unrepentant despite the apology.

As she was about to retort Kaitlin found herself distracted by an unexpected call from a familiar voice. Leaning to one side she looked beyond Eros; scanning the crowd, she spotted her best friend weaving through the people searching for someone, probably her.

Kaitlin lifted her hand to wave as she called out, “Kori! Over here.”

Effortlessly weaving through the crowd, Kori joined them with a relieved sigh. “Finally, I’ve been looking all over for you!”

“I thought you were leaving?”

“I was. I got all the way to my car, then remembered you had my keys and license in your purse.”

“Kori, lovely to see you again,” Eros drawled smoothly, taking hold of Kori’s hand he lifted it in order to press a kiss to her knuckles.

“Eros, ever the charmer I see,” Kori replied as her gaze flicked from Eros to Kaitlin. After taking in her friend’s slightly disheveled hair, Kori cocked one brow upward, her lips twitching as she cheekily said, “I’m guessing by Kaitlin’s appearance that I should have probably been checking offices?”

“Storage room, actually.”

Kaitlin felt her cheeks blaze at Eros’ nonchalant reply; slapping him firmly in the chest she diverted her gaze to her purse. After finding Kori’s belongings she pulled them from the purse and held them out to her best friend. “Also, please don’t encourage him. I already had to convince him once to put his pants back on.”

“Ugh, save me from lovey-dovey couples.” Kori wrinkled her nose. “Well, I’m off. Night, guys.”

After her friend left, Kaitlin slide a finger up Eros’ chest and whispered in his ear, “What do you say we blow this popsicle-joint and have a real reunion.” She followed it up with some of the things she’d like to do to and with him.

With a glint of lust in his eye, Eros clasped her waist. “Your wish is my command.”

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If you enjoyed this story, please read on after the end of the collection for a bonus story from Livvy Ward, A Match Made In Olympus , where you can read about Eros and Kaitlin’s first encounter!

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Livvy Ward was born and raised in Australia. She’s been a fan and avid reader of paranormal romances for the past twenty years and has just recently made the transition to professional writing.

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