Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

I’m asking because he’s the hottest man I’ve ever talked to, and before I let my fantasies take over, I need to make sure he’s not taken. Even if I’ll only climb him like a goddamn swing set in my imagination, I need that peace of mind.

The devil leans forward, rubbing his hands together, approving of my plans.

“Beg me for it,” I demand.

“Here’s your latte, Darling.”

The angel on my shoulder has long abandoned me, and the devil. Well, he has his dick in his hand and is beating one out to the scene in front of us.

Axel leans in further, pressing his forehead to mine. “You don’t trust me enough. If you did, you’d know that I’d never say a bad word about you.” He shifts, putting his lips near my ears. “And that’s my fault for not telling you.” My hands clutch at his bare sides. “Tell me what?” My throat is tight. Emotion filling my veins. And then he says it. “I should’ve told you how much I love you.” Something inside of me splits. Straight down the middle, my soul is cut into two. Separating the me from before, and the me from now. The me that I can be with Axel at my side.