It was exactly what i needed. It was funny, quick and so romantic. I loved how she used the pleasure to her advantage and refused to utter the phrase. I felt her heartbreak and their happiness. It had a perfect ending and then let us not forget the old neighbor, she was great and then the bonus epilogue was chef’s kiss
The last thing I anticipated waking up to this morning, after last night's drunk pity party, is a Demon. A very naked Demon, who insists I summoned him and tells me he cannot leave until he has pleasured me fully. Turns out singing along to an Abba song while drunk, leaves you with more than a hangover, and now he will not leave. Because it would be crazy to let him pleasure me, right? Or is there maybe more to this gorgeous, though slightly dubious pleasure demon than meets the eye?
