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So today we are with back with Demeter and Freddy in the third Gods of DC book.
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**Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
He led her from the pub out onto the streets of London. They took their time getting back to his car, exchanging kisses as they strolled along. Each one was deeper, hotter, more passionate. By the time he opened the passenger door of the car for her, she was clinging to him breathless.
Freddy ran the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. “Do you want to go back to the club for a night cap? I’ll get us Ares’s private VIP room and make you a cup of tea.”
Demeter smiled at him. “I’d like…”
Her words died on her tongue as she caught sight of something outside her window. An arc of electricity snapped between a dim sconce mounted to the wall and the live wire next to it. It was just coincidental. It struck again like lightning across the sky. The sight froze the blood in her veins.
“Maybe you should take me to my hotel, please,” she muttered.
His hand slipped from her face. The warm purr in his voice was gone. She could hear a hint of confusion. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”
Demeter watched the traffic blur past her window as they drove in silence. She scanned the sky. Why? Why did he always get in the way? Freddy’s kisses ignited a desire in her that she hadn’t felt in hundreds of years. More than that, his touch made her feel cherished, needed.
Tears burned her eyes. She swiped at one that escaped down her cheek. She had been alone for so long that she forgot what it felt like to be wanted by a man. So what if her and Freddy weren’t meant to be? They could at least have one night, couldn’t they?