An Angel on A Demon's Shoulder (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Demon Brothers' Trilogy Book 3) Read Online Free Page B
the pool and hoisted himself out of the water. Running his fingers through his hair, he flicked away most of the water. As he let the cool breeze dry the moisture on his body, he realized he wasn’t alone. His body tensed, and he cursed himself for letting someone get the drop on him. Then, the sweet perfume of his intruder wafted towards him.
He cursed again. This time for an entirely different reason.
Clementine.
Clementine was his intruder.
He turned his head, finally seeing the dark shape outlined in one of his bamboo lounge chairs. She sat with her arms hugging her bent knees. The long, flowing white dress she usually wore was absent this evening. Tonight, she wore a pair of dark jeans topped with an oversized lightweight sweater. The neck had slipped over one creamy shoulder, revealing the strap of a lacy white bra. So virginal.
But then Clementine was virginal in all respects. She was an angel after all.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He grabbed a towel from the stack his housekeeper kept by the chairs, grateful he’d told her to splurge and get the thick, fluffy ones. It hid his body’s reaction to Clementine. Somewhat. As he walked, he felt the softness of the terrycloth rub against his semi-hard dick. It reminded him of the softness of feathers. And feathers reminded him of Clementine.
His arousal shot up another notch.
How was it that he found himself attracted to this woman? She was nothing like the woman he usually bedded. He preferred long-legged, slim-hipped blondes. Not a dark brunette whose legs were short and curvy.
Or maybe you slept with those other women because they didn’t look like Clementine ? His inner demon mocked him. The son-of-a-bitch had been mouthing off more than usual lately.
And right more often than not. Remington was beginning to realize his attraction to the angel was more than just having what he couldn’t have.
He walked forward until he stood in front of her, his hands on his hips as he looked down at her. She tipped her head back as he neared and his eyes followed the line of her brown hair. In the sunshine, red highlights made it look as if it were on fire. Or maybe that was the reflection from her halo. Not that angels had actual halos floating above their heads. Just as demons didn’t have horns protruding from their skulls. Each species did have an aura about them. Light and golden for angels, dark and red for demons.
Clementine, however, did have wings. He’s seen them more than once, usually when she thought no one was looking, especially at his parents’ home in heaven. An angel rarely spread his or her wings when others were around. It was an intimate experience, seeing an angel with their wings fully expanded. He understood that. He understood that vulnerability.
“Why are you here?” He repeated his question.
Clementine sat on the lounge chair beside Remington’s pool trying to keep the shivers at bay. The human realm’s weather was different from heaven. In heaven, the temperature was always the same. Here, one never knew exactly what the weather would be. She’d dressed in jeans and a sweater, but it had turned cooler the longer she’d sat by the pool. She could have gotten into his house. She didn’t have the ability to open portals, but she could have done it the old-fashioned way and used the key he kept hidden beneath the flowerpot on the front porch.
“Luc sent me.”
One of his dark brow rose in question as he snorted, “Why?”
Clementine shrugged one shoulder. She knew why, but she didn’t want to be the one to tell the demon. She’d argued with the Prince of Hell that what he was doing wasn’t necessary. She’d argued with Remington’s mother, her boss, that it wasn’t necessary. Neither of them would be detoured. She shivered again.
“Damn it, you’re freezing out here.” Before she could protest, he bent down and took her elbow, pulling her from the chair and behind him into his house. As they walked across the
He cursed again. This time for an entirely different reason.
Clementine.
Clementine was his intruder.
He turned his head, finally seeing the dark shape outlined in one of his bamboo lounge chairs. She sat with her arms hugging her bent knees. The long, flowing white dress she usually wore was absent this evening. Tonight, she wore a pair of dark jeans topped with an oversized lightweight sweater. The neck had slipped over one creamy shoulder, revealing the strap of a lacy white bra. So virginal.
But then Clementine was virginal in all respects. She was an angel after all.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He grabbed a towel from the stack his housekeeper kept by the chairs, grateful he’d told her to splurge and get the thick, fluffy ones. It hid his body’s reaction to Clementine. Somewhat. As he walked, he felt the softness of the terrycloth rub against his semi-hard dick. It reminded him of the softness of feathers. And feathers reminded him of Clementine.
His arousal shot up another notch.
How was it that he found himself attracted to this woman? She was nothing like the woman he usually bedded. He preferred long-legged, slim-hipped blondes. Not a dark brunette whose legs were short and curvy.
Or maybe you slept with those other women because they didn’t look like Clementine ? His inner demon mocked him. The son-of-a-bitch had been mouthing off more than usual lately.
And right more often than not. Remington was beginning to realize his attraction to the angel was more than just having what he couldn’t have.
He walked forward until he stood in front of her, his hands on his hips as he looked down at her. She tipped her head back as he neared and his eyes followed the line of her brown hair. In the sunshine, red highlights made it look as if it were on fire. Or maybe that was the reflection from her halo. Not that angels had actual halos floating above their heads. Just as demons didn’t have horns protruding from their skulls. Each species did have an aura about them. Light and golden for angels, dark and red for demons.
Clementine, however, did have wings. He’s seen them more than once, usually when she thought no one was looking, especially at his parents’ home in heaven. An angel rarely spread his or her wings when others were around. It was an intimate experience, seeing an angel with their wings fully expanded. He understood that. He understood that vulnerability.
“Why are you here?” He repeated his question.
Clementine sat on the lounge chair beside Remington’s pool trying to keep the shivers at bay. The human realm’s weather was different from heaven. In heaven, the temperature was always the same. Here, one never knew exactly what the weather would be. She’d dressed in jeans and a sweater, but it had turned cooler the longer she’d sat by the pool. She could have gotten into his house. She didn’t have the ability to open portals, but she could have done it the old-fashioned way and used the key he kept hidden beneath the flowerpot on the front porch.
“Luc sent me.”
One of his dark brow rose in question as he snorted, “Why?”
Clementine shrugged one shoulder. She knew why, but she didn’t want to be the one to tell the demon. She’d argued with the Prince of Hell that what he was doing wasn’t necessary. She’d argued with Remington’s mother, her boss, that it wasn’t necessary. Neither of them would be detoured. She shivered again.
“Damn it, you’re freezing out here.” Before she could protest, he bent down and took her elbow, pulling her from the chair and behind him into his house. As they walked across the
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