Standard disclaimer: These are not my characters, I'm just making them do wicked, naughty things.

"Trix, come on! We're already late!" I yelled, stumbling over a small pink Converse trying to get to my ringing phone. "Decker."

"Hey Chloe, it's Dan." Great. My soon-to-be ex-husband. Just what I need this morning. "What do you want, Dan?"

"I need your help on a case."

"What case?"

"They found a body behind Lux this morning."

"Lux? The nightclub?"

"That's the one."

"Why are you offering it to me?"

"Do you want it or not?"

"Fine." I sighed. "I'll head over there after I drop Trix at school."

"Thanks."

"Yea." I rolled my eyes, pressing the little red button on the screen like I was poking his useless ass in the left eye. "Trix!" I screamed.

"I'm right here Mommy, you don't have to yell."

I started chanting in my head "I love my daughter…I love my daughter…I love my daughter…" as I smiled and picked up my keys.

AFWHI

I pulled up in front of the most exclusive club in LA in my non-descript cruiser and maneuvered around the crowd to park in front of the blocked-off alley that ran behind it. Sliding my sunglasses on, I slipped below the Caution tape and nodded at the CSU tech photographing the dumpster as I moved to crouch down beside the female victim.

"What do we know?"

"We found a purse in the dumpster, she looks like the ID we found inside: one Hayley Ragen, 23, from Alhambra."

"Was she at Lux last night?" I asked, cataloging her knock-off designer heels and club attire.

"Don't know. We haven't been able to talk to anyone yet."

I looked over at the officer, raising an eyebrow as I stood up. "Why not?"

"Um…the other detective said to wait for you."

"Of course he did." I snapped, reaching for the evidence bag containing Hayley's driver's license. I signed for the evidence before making my way around the building to the front door.

I pulled the heavy steel door open and stepped inside, removing my sunglasses and allowing my eyes to adjust to the dark interior before moving towards the stairs leading to the main floor where I could see lights. I paused after a few steps, a shiver coursing down my neck when I heard piano notes begin a haunting melody.

I made it to the landing and saw a man at the piano, cigarette smoke drifting from the ashtray placed next to a half-empty snifter atop the gleaming black surface. I instinctively brought one hand back to my gun when I detected movement from the bar area, but when I turned, I saw a young woman reclined on a bar stool.

"We're closed." She declared, obviously bothered by my interruption.

"Detective. LAPD." I responded, presenting my badge as I walked towards her.

"Bartender. WXYZ. We're still closed." She snarled.

"I'm not here for an overpriced cocktail, I need to know if this woman was here last night." I snapped, holding up the evidence bag.

"I don't remember faces. Do you have a picture of her ass?"

"Listen, you can either tell me what I want to know here or you can come downtown and answer my questions."

"Oh, I would very much like to cum downtown…" she suggested, her eyes drifting down my body.

"Now, Maze, I don't believe she has in mind what you're thinking." A velvet masculine voice smiled from behind me. "Though perhaps we should clarify what she does have in mind…"

I felt him moving closer and tried to suppress the shiver that raced across my flesh as I turned to greet what had to be the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. Tall, dark, and lean with a delicious 5 o'clock shadow and a suit that was tailored perfectly to flatter his attributes.

"What do you say, Detective? What do you desire?" he purred, his eyes flashing brightly as his mouth curved into a sensual smirk.

I blinked slowly as my lower abdomen clenched and my nipples hardened beneath my button-down shirt. Mentally cursing my response, I stood straighter and raised my chin to look up at him defiantly.

"I would like to know if this woman was here last night." I repeated, holding up the ID.

"Well, I, like Maze, am not good with faces, though yours I do believe I would recall, especially after seeing it beneath me whilst you cum."

"I…that is completely inappropriate, Mister…" I trailed off, blushing as I realized that while no-one had ever spoken to me so boldly, I had also never experienced such a visceral reaction to another human being, and I didn't even know his name.

"Lucifer Morningstar."

"Lucifer." I repeated, not realizing I was inching backwards as he advanced towards me, smiling wickedly.

"Yes, but breathier, darling. Come on, try it…Lucifer…" he urged, moving up against me as my back came into contact with the bar. He slid his hands along the bar rail, keeping me in place with his body as he dipped his head and slid his cheek across mine to whisper in my ear.

"Luci-" I began, but cut off when my voice came out as a rasping breath.

"Oh, now that's lovely…" he hummed in my ear, his scruff against my neck sending shockwaves through me.

I reached up, placing my hands against his chest, intending to push him away, but instead clutching his shirt as he closed his mouth over the spot just below my ear. My eyes slipped closed and my head tilted back subconsciously to allow him more access. I was unable to suppress a moan when his teeth dragged along my sensitive skin and in response, he buried one hand in the hair at the back of my neck and the other moved to cup my ass, drawing my body tightly against his, where I could feel him thick and heavy against my belly.

I did try to resist, but when his thigh slid between mine at the same time his lips met and parted my own, I was lost. My hands slid around his neck, and I arched into him.