“Dani,” he said. “What would you like?”
“I-I want to do what you want,” I said, gazing into his dark eyes and smelling the intoxicating aroma of cinnamon and apples.
“She’s already turned on by the mere idea,” Lucifer said. “You are too.”
Eros grazed a finger against my cheek, and I looked at him. “What do you want?” His fingers lightly brushed against the inside of my thigh again. “Tell me, Dani.”
I glanced between the two men, and I could already feel the warmth pool between my legs. There was no point in denying it. “Okay,” I whispered.
“That didn’t answer my question,” he said, voice low. Lucifer smirked at us from across the table, ice eyes captivating me.
Was he really going to make me say it in front of Lucifer? This was so damn embarrassing. I shifted in my seat and pointed t
