Thanksgiving Negotiations

Part II

Adult Content Warning. Not Suitable for Anyone Under the Age of 18

“Why are you locking the door?” Rebecca couldn’t help but ask as she watched her husband and the man that she’d been hoping would agree to their plan so that she wouldn’t be forced to take matters into her own hands.

“No reason,” Lucifer murmured absently as he double-checked to make sure that his office door was locked before he turned his attention to her.

“What if someone needs you?” Rebecca pointed out as she shifted to get more comfortable on the large desk that was admittedly becoming a bit more difficult to climb onto these days as she watched her husband, who was watching her in a way that she had to admit didn’t bode well for her ass.

“They can come back later,” Lucifer said as he sat down in his chair and leaned back, his gaze never leaving her as she sat there, slowly nodding with a murmured, “I see,” as she tried to figure out where she went wrong and-

She should have probably gone with Plan A, but in her defense, Rebecca thought this would be quicker. She knew Zoe would end up being the weak link, damn it, but she never thought that Haley would abandon her. But that was fine, more than fine because she was more than capable of wrapping her husband around her little finger and convincing him that it was in his best interest to hand over the reins to Fire & Brimstone’s kitchen.

With that in mind…

“Did I tell you how much I love you?” Rebecca asked, allowing her bottom lip to tremble ever so slightly, and then, just because she felt that it couldn’t hurt, she placed her hand on the soft swell of her belly.

“You know what I couldn’t help but wonder,” Lucifer murmured conversationally as his gaze dropped to her hand as she watched his expression soften the way that it did whenever he thought about the baby.

“That it would probably be in your best interest to give in to my needs?” Rebecca asked, wondering if it could really be that easy.

“I could do that,” Lucifer murmured in agreement as he reached over and gently pushed her hand out of the way so that he could place his hand on her belly before adding, “but I’m not going to.”

Of course not, Rebecca thought as she sat there, considering the incredibly handsome man with questionable OCD as she debated her next move. She could go back to letting her bottom lip tremble or she could go with Plan C…

“And is there a reason why you’re refusing to give in to my needs?” Rebecca asked as she debated the best way to do this.

“Is there a reason why you’re trying to kick me out of my kitchen?” Lucifer countered as he gently caressed her belly.

“Yes,” Rebecca said with a firm nod, hoping that would be the end of it.

It wasn’t.

“And that reason is…”

“Why are you being so difficult about this?” Rebecca demanded absently as she glanced over her shoulder at the couch, only to decide against it since she really didn’t feel like getting up and making her way all the way over there.

Unless a nap was involved.

Speaking of naps, for a moment, she wondered if he’d be willing to let her take a nap and do this later, but one look at his face told her that he wasn’t about to let this go, which was understandable given the fact that she was trying to ban him from his kitchen. Maybe she should have done this with cake? Rebecca wondered as she turned around and-

Found herself wondering why Lucifer was moving closer.

“Are you going to tell me why you’re trying to ban me from my kitchen on Thanksgiving?” Lucifer asked, throwing her a questioning look as he rubbed her belly one last time before he placed his hands her knees and waited.

“And ruin the surprise?” Rebecca asked with a long-suffering sigh and a slow shake of her head. “I couldn’t do that to you.”

“You really could,” Lucifer murmured, not really sounding all that concerned as his gaze dropped to his hands as they slowly slid over her thighs.

“What are you doing?” Rebecca couldn’t help but wonder as she watched her husband move his hands over her thighs until they reached her hips and-

“Helping you,” Lucifer said as he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her closer.

“With what exactly?” Rebecca asked as she found herself pulled to the edge of the desk.

“Wrapping me around your little finger,” Lucifer said as his hands made their way down her thighs.

“I can manage to do that on my own,” Rebecca felt obligated to point out as she watched his hands move back up her thighs only to slide down and-

Stole a soft moan from her when he slid his hands back up, making their way to her hips, his thumbs slid between her legs with a teasing caress.

“Yes, you can,” Lucifer murmured in agreement as his gaze met hers and-

Oh, God…

He did it again.

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“This isn’t going to work,” the stubborn woman that he loved more than anything said, admittedly a bit breathlessly at the end as he took his time tracing the soft lips between her legs through her pants.

“You’re probably right,” Lucifer said, reluctantly pulling his hand away so that he could reach for her pants.

“I’m always right,” Rebecca said, only to frown as she watched him release the button on her jeans and reach for the zipper.

“Are you sure about that?” Lucifer asked, watching her as he made quick work of pulling that zipper down before reaching for the waist of her jeans and gave them a pull.

“Usually,” Rebecca murmured absently as she shifted and raised her bottom, making it easier for him to pull her pants down. “Can I ask you a question?”

“That depends,” Lucifer said, taking his time pulling her pants down to her knees, down to her calves, and after a slight pause so that he could pull her shoes and socks off, he finished pulling them the rest of the way off before tossing them aside and focusing on the white panties left behind.

“On…”

“Whether or not you tell me what I want to know first,” Lucifer said as he reached for her panties, only to pause so that he could trace the plump, soft lips outlined through the thin material with his fingertip, earning a soft moan.

“That’s really not going to work for me,” Rebecca said on a soft moan while Lucifer took his time, tracing her slit through her panties.

“No?” Lucifer asked as his gaze flickered to her beautiful face to find her watching his fingertip move. Licking her lips hungrily, Rebecca shook her head as he allowed himself one last teasing stroke of his fingertip before he was reaching for her panties.

He took his time, slowly pulling them down as he savored the first glimpse of the swollen lips between her legs. The sight had his cock hardening. In seconds, it was straining against his fly as he reached between her legs and ran the pad of his thumb over her slit, watching as the move parted her lips to reveal how wet she was.

For a moment, he considered telling her that she could have whatever she wanted and put himself out of his fucking misery, but…

Where would the fun in that be?

“Are you…are you trying to use sex to get me to talk?” Rebecca asked in a tone of disbelief as she watched him.

“Wasn’t that what you were about to do?” Lucifer countered as he dropped his head between her legs and tore a moan from the woman that he absolutely fucking adored as he pressed a kiss against her slit.

“That’s different,” Rebecca mumbled softly, making him smile as he pressed another kiss against her slit as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Because you like bringing me to my knees?” Lucifer asked with one more kiss before he slid his tongue through her slit and-

“Yes,” Rebecca moaned seconds before she mumbled, “Oh, God…”

“Why are you trying to kick me out of my kitchen, sweetheart?” Lucifer asked on a groan as he reached down to adjust himself, only to decide that wasn’t enough.

“Because?”

“Because you’re evil?” Lucifer asked as he unsnapped his pants.

“That’s why you fell in love with me,” she reminded him as he pulled his zipper down.

“True,” Lucifer murmured in agreement with one last lick before he traced her swollen, little clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Then, you’ll give into my needs?” she asked, her breath catching when he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue as he wrapped his hand around his cock.

“Just as soon as you tell me what I want to know,” Lucifer said, pulling back just far enough so that he could press another kiss against her slit.

There was a pause and then…

“This is just sad,” came the heavily sighed words as he found himself pushed back and Rebecca climbing off the desk and directly onto his lap, where she wrapped her hand around his cock and-

Tore a loud groan from him as she used her hold around him and placed the tip between her legs before she slowly, ever so fucking slowly, lowered herself on him.

So…fucking…good…

“Now, where were we?” Rebecca asked conversationally as she shifted to get more comfortable on him, tearing another groan from him when the moan caused her sheath to tighten around him.

“You were driving me fucking crazy,” Lucifer reminded her.

She nodded as though that was a given. “I believe you were also agreeing to stay out of the kitchen for the next two days and not ask questions.”

“And why would I do that?” Lucifer asked, reaching up to cup her beautiful face in his hands as his mouth found hers.

“Because you adore me,” she reminded him as she wrapped her arms around him.

“More than anything,” Lucifer agreed, wondering if she had any idea just how much she meant to him.

“And Thanksgiving?” Rebecca asked, punctuating her question with a slow roll of her hips.

“Is all yours.”

To Be Continued…

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