The Interview (The Whittingtons, #1)

by Donna Alam

“I won’t flatter you like the spider,” he murmurs, “but I might let you come when I eat you later.”

“I’ve locked my knees to stop them from rattling like maracas.”

“It’s just your wings fluttering.”

“Excitement mixed with trepidation.” “You think I’m nervous?” “You should be. It’ll make the night more pleasurable for us both.”

Warmth floods between my legs, and I’m pretty sure I whimper.

“Such a pretty sound.” I feel the loss of his heat immediately as he leans away again. “Hurry now. Show Daddy what he wants.”

“Oh, I’ve no intention of stopping,” he whispers. “Yes, that’s it. Such pretty fluttering.”

“Shall we stick with sweetheart, or how about baby girl?”