For The Love Of A God Rosanna Leo (best novels in english txt) 📖

Still, it wasn't Sarah's fault. “I'm sorry. I'm being an ass. I didn't get much sleep last night. What can I do for you?"

She brightened immediately. “It's okay.” She looked behind her into the reception area, and then entered his office and closed the door behind her. “I know you're busy, but there's a man who wants to see you."

He entered a few figures into his laptop. “I only have a few minutes between appointments."

"I know. But he says he's your cousin. And he's very ... persistent."

Dionysus! Shit, he'd better get him out of the reception area, or he'd eat little Sarah alive. “Please, let him in."

She disappeared through the door, only to be followed back in by the leering god of wine. Eric saw Sarah tremble a little as Dionysus brushed past her. Tremble with lust. Sheesh, he'd already been working on her! Poor thing never stood a chance.

Of course, not many did when Dionysus pulled out all the stops. He'd dressed to impress for his visit. He was casual, but his clothes fit his sculpted body so perfectly they left very little to the imagination. From his worn jeans to his molded T-shirt to the way he'd arranged his dark curls in a tumbling ponytail.

Sarah was definitely a goner.

Dionysus smiled down at her, a smile full of promise. “You know, Sarah, your eyes are the most remarkable color of blue. Like a warm sea, begging a man to skinny dip."

"Oh,” she gasped. “Thank you."

He reached for her hand and gave it a kiss. An actual kiss! Surely she wouldn't fall for it, thought Eric. People stopped kissing hands a hundred years ago. But as he watched his assistant's flushed face, he knew she'd fallen, hook, line, and sinker.

Dionysus handed her his card. “Here's my private number. I hope you'll call.” He leaned in closer to her. “Just say my name and I'll come to you. Like magic."

Eric watched as a flustered Sarah teetered out of the room, unsteady on her heels, and closed the door. “Really, Dionysus? She's just a baby."

He perched himself on the corner of Eric's desk. “She's old enough to know what she wants.” He looked back at the closed door. “I'm so going to hit that."

Eric rolled his eyes. “So, to what do I owe this distinct pleasure?"

Dionysus grinned at his cousin. “Just a friendly visit. I was bored so I thought I'd see how your little project is coming along."

"Fine.” Eric continued working on his laptop.

"Whoa, cuz, you don't sound fine. What's the matter? Don't have everyone in this mausoleum wrapped around your little finger yet?"

"It's not that.” He took a breath. “Look, I'm really busy. I'm a bit behind in my work."

It was true. Maia had absorbed his every thought, like it or not. And he couldn't stop worrying Nemesis hadn't finished with her sick game yet. It was bad enough trying to hurt her on the museum steps, but to show herself in Maia's room while they were having sex? That reached a new level of depravity.

And he worried the witch might take it further.

He was concerned for her safety and was as sexually frustrated as he'd ever been. He'd been an ogre ever since, as Sarah knew full well.

Maia had been so perfect in that moment. So mesmerizing. He loved everything about her body. The taste, the feel, her smell. Gods, he'd been just about to taste her properly when Nemesis decided to show her arrogant face. She'd scared her out of her wits.

At least Maia had allowed him to stay the night with her. She was too scared to be alone. And even though he'd been dying to kiss her and sink into her, he'd settled for simply sitting in a chair next to her bed all night as she tried to sleep.

And even that had been so wonderful it bothered him. The mere memory of her, curled up in a tight ball under her sheets, was enough to make him want to run to her.

"Hello,” Dionysus said. “Earth to Eryx."

His head snapped up. “It's Eric here.

"Whatever. So, any other babes work here, aside from our sweet Sarah?” His face lit up as a thought occurred to him. “Say, we could share her, like in the old days. Wouldn't it be awesome? Think of it. Her gorgeous nude body lying on this desk. We could take turns feasting on her, spreading those long legs, making her cream..."

"Stop it, Dionysus,” Eric growled. “Show some respect.” Why did Dionysus anger him so? Perhaps because there was once a time when those urges claimed him as fiercely as they claimed his cousin.

"I am respectful,” he countered. “Respectful of who I am. What I am.” He stood and laughed, waving at the office around him. “Eryx, we are gods, not administrators! We rule the world. It's ours for the taking. We were meant to take it. Including all the pussy we can get."

Eric thought of Maia's glorious body. So temptingly displayed to him the previous night.

And to Nemesis.

Damn that cheap chardonnay! He knew he shouldn't have drunk with her. He'd failed to see sense. He'd only seen her, Maia. Beautiful, delicious Maia.

He wanted to taste her again.

But he couldn't allow himself to go there. He'd be no better than the rutting Dionysus, and she deserved better. She was a nice woman, a good girl. She deserved to have a calm, quiet life with a soft-spoken accountant for a husband and a few lovely children. She didn't deserve to be the plaything for a deity who would only hurt her in the end.

People didn't recover from such pain. Chloe certainly hadn't.

Yes, he could give Maia unparalleled pleasure. Yes, he could drive her to sexual heights she'd never imagined. But at what cost? Because of him, she'd already attracted the attention of the most vengeful god in Olympus. And Nemesis held grudges.

No, if for no other reason, Eric knew he had to resist the temptation of her just to keep her safe. If he left