A/N: Thank you to More-More for helping me out with the idea for this chapter. She's my bella Italian friend, and her subtle suggestion really kicked my ass in gear for this ;) For reference, bolded text are text messages.

To: administator thegoldengatefirm . uk

From: Charlotte Richards, richards . charlotte usc . edu

Re:re: A Familial Concern

Good morning,

I am so happy that I was able to ease your mind regarding your brother. I do apologize for not being able to provide any more information, per the school's privacy policy. All I am able to inform you is that there is a current student with his name and that they are attending courses.

That being said, I am a family-person, and I appreciate the gravity of your concern for your loved one. I took the liberty in going to your firm's website to get a better understanding of who I was communicating with, in case that became prevalent to Mr. Morningstar's wellbeing.

As you are able to see, my credentials go well beyond Department Chair of USC. I think forming a professional relationship could be beneficial to both sides. Below are a few ways to contact me personally. If you feel so obliged, reach out to see if we can further help one another.

Regards,

Richards, Charlotte

Criminal Justice Department Chair.

To: Charlotte Richards, richards . charlotte usc . edu

From: administrator thegoldengatefirm . uk

Re:re:re: A Familial Concern

Ms. Richards,

I appreciate the promptness in your replies. I do greatly appreciate the information regarding my brother's whereabouts. From our previous correspondence, you could see how concerned my family has been over his wellbeing and location. My parents and siblings cannot express our gratitude enough. You being a family-oriented individual, as you said, plays a part in your assistance, I am sure.

I am glad you did your research. It shows you are intelligent in ensuring the release of any information goes to the proper hands. I can assure you, Lucifer's wellbeing is of upmost importance to my entire family. Knowing he is alive and well in America is the news we were hoping for.

You do have quite the reputation, Ms. Richards, even across the pond. My family is aware of your legal prowess and we even have some mutual acquaintances. Your fellow countrymen, Marcus Pierce, has made his way across the pond, and he has spoken highly of your abilities as a solicitor. I will accept your offer in continuing communication via your contact information below.

I look forward to hearing from you soon, Ms. Richards.

Sincerely,

Gabriel Peacekeeper

The Golden Gate Firm

Charlotte stared at her screen, re-reading the email carefully. She was an intelligent woman, and she was certain that both sides knew exactly who they were playing with. The polite semantics were just a show. She leaned back in her very expensive leather office chair, propping her stilettoed feet up on her desk, index finger between her teeth, contemplating just what she could wrangle out of this Gabriel for whatever information he wanted about Lucifer. The curious side of her wondered what a family member would need help obtaining, but the exploitive side one-out, and she realized it didn't matter, as long as she could get what she wanted in return.

Friday night, and instead of watching a movie is fuzzy pants with Trixie, Chloe was in her bedroom, trying on different dress options for her department dinner while Ella was wearing fuzzy pants and introducing Trixie to Star Trek. With the chaos of the last few weeks, she had completely forgotten about this ridiculous affair she was "highly suggested" to attend (in both the police and administrative worlds, she quickly found out, "highly suggested" meant "fucking be there"). Dan already had plans, so he wasn't able to take her for the evening, and before Chloe had even been able to finish her sentence, Ella had screamed and arrived at her house in an alarmingly quick time. She loved Trixie, and it helped that the young girl adored the forensic tech just as much.

"Okay, Ella, I'm going to try and be back as soon as I possibly can," Chloe insisted, slowly walking down the stairs in her heeled booties. She chose a dark purple dress, hanging off her frame the perfect way, slightly flowing, and the hem hitting her sensibly right above the knee. To make it more appropriate for her colleagues, she added a faux-leather blazer with ¾ length sleeves. She wore her hair in her quintessential high-pony, sleeked back, with minimal makeup on her defined face. Ella had made various cat-call noises when she saw her, but Chloe waved it off as she bent down to kiss Trixie on the top of her head. The girl just barely accepted the affection and tried to dodge to keep her view on the TV while stuffing popcorn into her mouth.

Chloe shoved her playfully before grabbing her bag and yelling out a thank you to Ella, who did not answer, before getting into her car and driving towards the school. Per the email, the entire first floor of the department building was to be turned into a dining area, business-casual (as if that were a dining option), with an open bar. The latter detail had been the only reason she even decided to go. She was going to need an ethanol IV drip to get through the evening, she knew it. She would also need a few drinks to get the thought of Lucifer out of her mind. They hadn't really talked since their exciting phone call the other night, and she had reluctantly informed him of her plans for the evening. She was only slightly let-down that he didn't reply. She was really hoping for some witty comment on being the good girl and playing nice with the other professors; or was she projecting? She wasn't sure.

It took about thirty minutes before she wanted to blow her own head off. She had literally been surrounded by people she didn't care for since the moment she stepped out of her car. One glass of champagne and three glasses of wine down, she was feeling buzzed and irritated. She looked around at all the people hovering around the absurdly large table of finger foods. She had managed to steal bites here and there, but she wasn't a woman that ate delicately. Ram a fucking stead down her throat, not a tiny portion of tuna tartar (although that shit was delicious, as long as she had enough rice to feed half of Tokyo). She was in the middle of chugging her last two gulps of wine when she heard the unmistakable cackle of one Charlotte Richards. It was both anxiety-inducing and relieving, since she needed to show her face to her to prove her attendance before she innocuously vanished from the event.

She made her way towards the laughter and could spot the slender form of the chairwoman through a mildly dense crowd. There was a man standing next to her, slightly shorter due to the already all woman's obsession with heels. He looked sturdy, surely he could handle himself. In her slightly intoxicated mind, she tried to imagine a scenario in which anyone, man or woman, stood a chance next to Ms. Richards. She stifled her laughter just enough to keep herself from choking when the pair turned around. Charlotte wore her crimson lips in a casual smile, while her date for the evening let his mouth drop in horrified surprise at the sight of his ex-wife.

"Chloe, you decided to come after all!" Charlotte praised, leaning forward to press an awkward European-style kiss on her cheek. Chloe planted a smile on her face while staring daggers at Dan in the way only a former spouse could.

"H-hey Chlo," Dan stammered, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. "I thought you hate these kinds of things." Chloe could see his hairline starting to sweat, and she secretly relished at how off-guard she had caught him. It didn't matter that he was here with someone, it only mattered that he was with the head of her department and he didn't tell her.

"Well, faculty attendance seemed rather expected," Chloe informed him, trying to not sound bitter about her presence. He was right. She really did hate these types of things. Forced comingling.

"I, for one, am happy you braved the crowd," Charlotte interjected, clearly noticing the jelly-thick tension in the air. "If you'll excuse us, I have to keep making the rounds," she finished, adding an annoyed eye roll to the end before looping her arm through Dan's and tugging the still-alarmed man away. He knew Chloe was going to chew his ass out for this.

With her eyebrows just barely lowering from her hairline, she found the quickest way towards the food table and started munching on the room-temperature meats and cheeses. Her phone buzzed in her bag as she got another glass of wine, so she fished it out of the messy, and slightly sticky, chaos as she sat down in a fold-out chair. She pressed her lips together to stifle her grin as she peered down at Lucifer's name across the screen.

Lucifer: How is your insufferable dinner going?

It should have bothered her how quickly her mood changed just from his short message, but she chose not to dwell on that at that time. She took a sip of the effervescent alcohol before tapping out her reply, one she hoped he would be proud of.

Chloe: I'm suffering insufferably

Lucifer: Well, we can't have that, now can we?

She could hear the lilt of his accent, she could see the way his tongue would glide across his bottom lip before pushing against the inside of his cheek, and she knew he was smirking at his phone right now. The combination doing undeniably obscene things to her perfectly sensible underwear. She crossed her legs and downed the rest of her drink before leaning back in the uncomfortable chair to continue the conversation.

Chloe: Are you going to be my White Knight and come save me from my captors?

Lucifer: I'd much prefer to be the Devil on your shoulder, tempting you to do naughty things with everyone around (devil emoji)

Chloe bit her lip, even with the permanent smile plastered across her lips. She wondered how someone could always know the right things to say. How someone could always be one step ahead of everyone.

Chloe: Well, my Tempter, what do you suggest?

She knew inflection and tone were not evident through text, but she also knew that Lucifer would be able to hear her teasing tone, and she hoped he played into it. Seriously, of course he would.

Lucifer: I want to play a game.

That was it. That was all he said. She stared at her phone quizzically, uncrossing her legs to throw the bottom one on top. Well, shit. A game to Lucifer could mean a million different things: one of them being completely innocent, and another involving multiple offenses and potential jail time.

Chloe: Okay. I'll play.

Lucifer: You're in the Department building, yes?

Chloe: Yeah

Lucifer: Go to one of the far walls towards the front

Lucifer: You know, where it's always a little dark and secluded

Chloe stared at her instructions, for they were not exactly what she was expecting. From her seat, she looked around the large, mostly open room and found one such corner he was describing. It was up towards the front, near the main doors, however, there were plenty of juts in the wall where she could stand and be barely noticed. By this point, mostly everyone was well on their way to trashed, so she wasn't all-that concerned. She stood up and slowly made her way over to the corner and stood against the glass wall and a large, potted plant.

Chloe: I've assumed the position

Lucifer: I promise you, the position I'm envisioning is not something to be done discreetly.

Fuck, if reading those words didn't shoot straight through her entire body. She could only imagine what positions he would have her in, and she had to clear her throat before she started hyperventilating. She was brought back to reality with her phone vibrating in her palm.

Lucifer: Ready to start?

Chloe: Been waiting.

Lucifer: Ooooh. Sassy. I like it, Professor.

She was giving credit to the warm buzz going on in her head to her behavior. The magic of alcohol, when done properly, was that you could reach that perfect level of intoxication where the world no longer seemed fucked and you no longer hated every single human being you ran into. Also, any reserve she felt seemed to be blown out the fucking window, so there was that.

Lucifer: Really simple. Take your panties off.

Chloe stared at the screen, blank-faced, for what seemed like an eternity. How the hell was this a game? There was a flush on her cheeks, and she hadn't even considered the ramifications of the instruction.

Lucifer: I know what you're thinking, but I have absolute confidence in your ability to shimmy out of whatever scrap of fabric you're wearing without raising suspicion.

He was probably right. No one noticed she walked over here, no one would notice a little hip wiggling, either. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, her cheeks flushing even without (hopefully) an audience. Sliding her phone into her bag before adjusting the strap on her shoulders, she pinched the fabric of her underwear over her dress and pulled down, doing just as Lucifer had said, shimmying the scrap down. She was able to get them down low enough to discreetly reach under her hem and let them fall to the ground. She immediately looked around the room to ensure no one was looking as she stepped out of the thong, thankful for the rubber heels of her booties. She slyly bent down and grabbed the tiny wad of her panties and stuffed it into her bag before retrieving her phone.

Chloe: Okay, they're off.

Lucifer: If you're by the books, go sit in one of the chairs facing away from the room.

She definitely was on the side of the room by the books. It had the best shadows and best hiding places. She cautiously went and sat in one of the plush, too-firm-for-leather chairs, careful to keep her dress under her very exposed delicate skin. A part of her felt ridiculous, but another part of her was getting off on the thrill. It was exciting, and definitely not something she had done since her acting days. She was about to text that she was sitting, but he beat her to it. However, instead of a text, he was calling her.

"Well, good evening, Professor," his words came out smooth as melted chocolate into her ear, and it made her entire body shiver. "I do hope you're not catching a draft now that you're down one layer."

She pressed her knees together and let out an almost silent chuckle. "I hardly notice such a small layer missing," she teased into the phone, knowing that would make him smile. She heard him lightly laugh on the other end, and she ignored the way that made her chest feel tight. "So now that you have me sitting, would you like me to go full Sharon Stone and practice my Basic Instincts leg-switch?"

"Oh, I forgot I'm speaking to Sassy Professor tonight," he replied, trying to sound snarky, but she could tell he was very amused. "Touch yourself." His words came out quickly, authoritatively, without any hint of playful mirth and every ounce of devilish tempter.

"What?" she asked breathlessly, although she knew exactly what he was talking about. Surely he wouldn't have her do that in such a public setting. Surely he didn't think she would do that in such a private setting.

"Don't play coy now, Professor," he crooned through her phone. "You've been such a good sport so far, It'd be a shame to miss out on your prize."

He was such a teasing bastard. But she loved it. She nervously peered around the room again, and was not surprised that nothing seemed to have changed from ten minutes ago. People were still drinking, still eating, and still talking way more than necessary. No one would even bother to come looking for her. "Lucifer, this is crazy," she whisper-yelled into her phone, wishing he could see the glare in her eyes. "I already don't have underwear on, and now you want me to do that in the middle of the fucking Department dinner?"

"Quitters don't get sprinkles, Professor," he sighed, and she could hear the faint hint of a slur in his words. Oh, so he'd been drinking, too. That explains the impromptu take-your-panties-off-and-touch-yourself game. "And trust me, I've got good sprinkles."

She rolled her eyes at how ridiculous a statement that was, but how quickly arousal was pooling between her thighs. Seriously, how did that man manage to make sprinkles sound sexy and like she desperately needed his sprinkles. "These sprinkles better be legendary," she gritted out, listening to him chuckle into her ear, the slosh of liquid evident close to the phone. Using all the incognito skill she had, she slid down in the chair ever-so-slightly and placed her bag in her lap. She was grateful for the loose fit of the dress because she was able to reach under the hem without making it look obvious, especially with her hand under her bag. She already knew she was getting wet, but she groaned at how wet she was, something she was only slightly embarrassed about.

"Mmmm, you're wet aren't you?" he asked, his voice sounding slightly desperate for the information. She hummed her response and was met by his own low moan. "Every time I've touched you, you've been so fucking wet." His words rolled off his tongue, flowing through the speaker of her phone and straight to her pulsing channel. She bit back a louder groan as two fingers easily slid through her folds and over her clit. "Tell me, which do you like better, my fingers or my tongue?"

She gasped louder than intended, but she didn't stop her fingers from gliding through her slick heat to press into her swelling hole. She thought hard about his question, and honestly, she wasn't entirely sure. They were both so good, but one made her feel alive like nothing else, so that's what she went with. "You're tongue." She heard him inhale sharply, followed by the wet sound of him licking his lips.

"I think that's my favorite, too," he admitted quietly, voice trailing off as if he were reminiscing. "I love sliding my tongue through those smooth lips," he continued, and she mimicked his words with her fingers, sliding them through her folds the way he tongue would. "I would taste you for hours, if you would let me." He groaned out his last statement as if it were a plea. A high-pitched whine was barely muffled behind her lips as she circled her clit with her slick fingers.

"I would let you," she huffed out, her hips undulating into the squeaky, cheap upholstery of the chair. At this point, she didn't care if certain parts of her touched the same seat hundreds of students, in various stages of cleanliness, had touched, she just wanted to keep getting closer and closer to exploding in the middle of the Department dinner on the phone with her sexy student-TA.

"I'll hold you to that," he warned, his tone sounding more and more wrecked as he spoke. "I'll eat you out until you're crying, begging for mercy." She was just barely hanging on; her fingers weren't even moving fast, but the situation and his voice were bringing everything to an alarmingly quick crest, she wasn't sure if she was going to scream or cry when she came. "Are you close?"

"Oh, yes," she gasped, her own hand starting to falter as her thighs squeezed together for some purchase. She knew what she had to look like, but she was beyond worrying about that. She was more worrying about whatever obscene wet mark she was going to leave behind on the rich red vinyl of the chair.

"I'll have mercy on you," he said lowly, another slosh of liquid and the faint pop of wet lips echoed through her hazy, pleasure-drunk mind. "Go to your office, I want you to cum there." At that point, Sassy Professor had been retired for the evening, because she didn't need to be told twice to immediately get up and head straight for the door. She managed to keep her phone to her ear as she nearly ran to her office from the main building. Once outside of the door, she fumbled around in her bag for her keys and shakily inserted the metal key into the lock. Before she could finish turning, the lock clicked and the door was pulled open from the inside. She didn't have time to gasp or scream before a large, warm hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her into the dark room, whisky-dipped lips attaching to her mouth expertly.

She knew it was him before the office door was shut. She could smell him: the faint scent of cigarettes, alcohol, and his cologne flooded her senses as he pressed her against the back of the door. She felt her bag slip off her shoulder, falling to the ground, along with the keys and her phone. Worrying about those things was quickly pushed out of her mind by his body pressing into hers. The kiss was greedy, hungry, frantic, and she felt his teeth against her lips before his mouth traveled down to her throat. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging at the locks until she knew it would sting his scalp. He growled roughly under her ear before hauling her up with his hands under her ass. She dug her heels into the curve of his glutes, her knees drawn up around his sides. Her exposed, wet flesh pressed harshly against the cool metal of his belt and she hissed at the sensation. Instead of pulling back, he dug his hips forward, repeating the movement until she was writhing against his hold on her.

Their breaths were ragged and loud, and she could feel every hot pant against her skin as he started nipping at her collarbone. His fingers started to inch closer to her center from his hold on her ass, and she wiggled to help him along. As soon as his middle finger made contact with a glistening trail of arousal moving down her thigh, a feral growl escaped his throat as he shoved her back down to the ground. She let out a soft grunt as his mouth collided with hers quickly before he turned her around and shoved her towards the wooden desk, bending her over the edge and sinking down to his knees between her legs. Chloe barely had time to gasp and cling to the desk for dear life before his tongue was plunging impossibly deep inside her. His hands were shoving her dress up over her ass to bunch around her waist while he licked and lapped at every bit of her essence he could reach.

The noises he was making were obscene, so erotically obscene they could be considered biological weapons. His hands trailed back down to grasp at the round globes of her ass, spreading her open so his mouth could cover every inch of her delicate, wet skin. It was forceful, aggressive, and everything she could have ever wanted at that moment. It was thrilling; the rush, the danger, the outright brutality of it made her want to scream, but their location kept her under control. Although alcohol was coursing through their veins, giving them just enough inhibition to keep their noises down, she would have let this happen. She needed it. She wanted it more than air. Hell, he really seemed to need it. She had never been so enthusiastically eaten out before, and it was literally a religious experience.

Her first orgasm hit her hard, and it lasted forever, mostly due to Lucifer's groans vibrating against her clit as he frantically drank up every ounce of her arousal that was squeezed out by her walls clamping in a chaotic rhythm. All she could do was allow her upper body to go limp across the desk as he gave her no break and continued to lick her from clit to her puckered hole. If this were a game, he reached Legendary status when he focused his attention on the tight ring of muscle of her ass and shoved two slick fingers into her pussy. She felt him shift behind her while his free hand reached down and grabbed her ankle, pulling her foot into his lap. He pressed the sole of her bootie against the hard ridge of his covered cock. He moaned against her flesh loudly and started to roll his hips up to get much needed friction. Chloe realized she was chanting something, whether it be his name or righteous prayer of thanks to whatever gods created him, and she reveled in the feel of her hips banging into her desk with a tongue on her ass and two fingers fucking her without abandon.

Sometime after her second orgasm, she felt as if he was keeping her there, bent over her desk and hips biting into the wood, with his face, and if that wasn't just pure fucking magic, she wasn't sure what was. She would never doubt his sincerity again, because it seemed he really was going to eat her out until she begged him to stop, and why the hell would she ever do that? Within the euphoric mist her brain was in after two ridiculous orgasms by British mouth, she still managed to be surprised when he took his tongue out of her long enough to turn her around and push her back down against the desk. His hands pressed the backs of her thighs down as he kissed and teased her soaking-wet flesh before sucking gently on her swollen clit. Reaching down, she buried her fingers in his hair and tugged, unsure if she was wanting to push him against her harder, or pull him up to taste herself in his mouth. She was certain that after all his efforts, he would be tasting her for a week. Colgate be damned!

Chloe pulled and pulled on his hair, and he only moaned and groaned in response, never letting up on the delicate flicks of his tongue or warm suction of his mouth. He was still just as enthusiastic as when he started, the sparkle in his lust-crazed eyes only made her want to roll her hips up into his mouth more. He was perfect, she thought, absolutely, without a doubt, perfect. Well, at least with his face between her legs. Perfection aside, he was, also, breathtakingly gorgeous, his dark eyes even darker with the lack of light in her office, and those eyes bored into her soul, pulling her deeper and deeper into whatever well of desire he was taking her. She felt, yet, another orgasm forming deep inside her fluttering walls and she threw her head back loudly against the desk. Her back arched and she felt his hands trail from her legs up to cup her breasts and squeeze the mounds of flesh with just the right about of pressure. Her third release overwhelmed her body as his tongue circled her throbbing clit and he caught her leaking essence on his bottom lip.

He strung her out until she was a convulsing mess before kissing up her body, tongue sliding up the length of her throat before diving into her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist and cupped the sides of his cheeks in pure adoration. She hissed against his lips as his belt made contact with her wrecked, sodden skin. She pulled his bottom lip between her teeth, biting down enough to make him grunt and glare at her with carnal need.

"Holy fuck," she whispered after she released his swollen lip, doing her best to keep her eyes from rolling back into her skull after that onslaught of oral pleasure.

"I told you, I could do that all night," he reminded her, his voice deep and gravely, and that did absolute wonders to her already dripping center. She studied his features for another second before pulling him back down to her for another searing kiss. She could feel the slickness of her arousal coating the entire lower half of his face, so she allowed herself to lick along his jaw and around his chin, earning her several long, deep moans.

"It's my turn now," she commanded against his cheek, pushing against him until he was standing between her thighs, and she was able to see him biting his lip in her night-adjusted vision. She was feeling bold, sexy, and powerful, and he made her feel that way. The least she could do was repay the favor. Besides, she had yet had the opportunity to put his, undoubtedly, beautiful cock in her mouth. She slowly leaned up, sliding her feet down to the ground before grabbing at the collar of his shirt and roughly turning them around to push him against the desk. He let her move him bodily, smirking as he leaned on the edge, hands gripping the wood tightly by his hips. She held his gaze as she lowered herself to her knees, hands going to the belt that had been teasing her. His breath hitched slightly as the buckle flew open and she hungrily unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. She could see and feel the bulge and as she tugged his pants down, the hard length of his cock sprang free of its fabric prison, and Lucifer gasped in relief.

She really tried not to gape at it, she really did, but she's only human. It was just as amazing as she thought it would be. Absolutely perfect in every way. Perfect length, slightly intimidating girth, and just the right curve to slide down her throat. He was uncircumcised, but she was familiar with that. Dan wasn't circumcised either, not that she could possibly be thinking about him when Lucifer's dick was bobbing tantalizingly in front of her. She licked her lips and he hummed in approval as she wrapped both hands around the base before bringing her tongue to the head. She pressed the flat of her tongue against the sensitive underside and licked a slow line up to the slit. A slightly louder moan ripped from his throat as he leaned his head back, exposing his neck and that delicious, thick vein along the side.

Chloe intended to give as good as she got, so she slid her plump lips down his aching member, tongue pressing against it, until the head reached the back of her throat. She squeezed her hands, bringing one up along with her mouth to stroke as she bobbed up and down at a leisurely pace. For Chloe, sucking dick was never a problem, however, it's hard to enjoy a rod trying to go down your throat if the owner of said rod is playing the "strong silent type". There's nothing fun about a silent man when his dick is in your mouth. Lucifer, was no such man. She could literally sit on her knees, mouth full of cock, and watch him unravel in front of her. The small, strangled noises he made, followed by the deep, guttural growls, the way his chest would heave with each breath, his lips parted when they weren't between his teeth, and those intoxicating hip jerks were the best goddamn show she'd ever seen.

She worked her tongue over every inch of him that she could, stroking him wetly with one hand, the other cupping his balls, rolling gently. After all, this wasn't her first rodeo. In the darkness, she couldn't see his hand reach out to land on the top of her head, urging her movements on. She loved the way his fingers dug into her head with enough pressure to guide her pace and depth. She felt him shift slightly, the hand on her head moving back to grip her pony-tail and the other moved down to cup beneath her chin, using the leverage to slightly thrust into her mouth. She welcomed his action, moving her hands down to wrap around the backs of his thighs to hold herself steady for him.

"It's so fucking good," he groaned out lowly, slightly breathless. She moaned around him from the praise, and that earned her a particularly deep thrust. She gagged slightly, and he pulled her off, giving her time to breathe and relax her jaw. She could see the glint of teeth in the dark and knew he was smiling at her. With that smile, a warm, affectionate feeling welled up in her stomach, and she wanted nothing more than to know what he tasted like. She wet her lips before sucking him back in and trying not to smile as he let out a string of swears. "Your mouth is amazing, holy shit." His words came out strangled, desperate, and beautiful, and she knew he was getting close. She put her all into it; loving the responses she was dragging out of him. What he was doing now, she could only imagine what noises he could make while fucking her.

He was thoroughly enjoying Chloe's mouth wrapped so tightly around his cock. He had had countless blowjobs, some he remembered, others he didn't, and none even came close to the caliber of Chloe Decker. She was absolutely beautiful, her mouth wide around him, her huge blue eyes staring up at him, twinkling from the moonlight creeping in under the door. He gripped her hair harder and cupped the side of her face, allowing her to move at her leisure, but gently rocking up into her mouth. He felt his balls tighten and pull up towards his body, the tell-tale tingling in his loins marking his near climax. She hummed around his length and that sent him falling frantically over the edge. He was grateful that she let him fuck into her mouth, but loved the way she pulled back, her mouth open beneath the head of his cock while the last drops of his cum fell to her tongue.

She hardly had time to swallow before he was hauling her up into his lap, the heels of her shoes banging loudly on the flat of the desk behind him. In the most obscene and erotic move, he reached out and licked a small line of his cum off her chin, letting his tongue glide up over her bottom lip before filling her mouth with it. She moaned into his mouth, his tongue licking behind her teeth, and she could taste both him and herself. "I can't believe you did that," she gasped, pulling back enough to look him directly in the eyes.

"Well, when a gorgeous woman is sucking your soul out through your cock, release is imminent," he said as seriously as if she had asked him about the weather.

"No, not that," she berated, rolling her eyes, although she wasn't sure if he could see that. "You kissed me."

"Yes, I did," he replied flatly, and she could make out the slight tilt in his head as he observed her. She heard him click his tongue along the roof of his mouth before sighing heavily, and she could barely make out the smirk on his lips. "I get it now, It's my cock, I've been told it can make people a little incognizant, but it's only temporary," he continued, but was cut off by a quick slap against his chest. He chuckled before nudging his nose against hers and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

"But you came in my mouth," she stated, scrunching her nose and leaning back to see his eyes slightly shiny in the darkness. "You licked your cum off my chin then kissed me."

"Ah," he replied knowingly, suddenly aware of her confusion and sense of awe. "I've had far worse in my mouth before, trust me." He licked his lips and kissed her again, deeply but gently.

"Do I want to know?" she asked, pressing her forehead against his.

"You don't want to know," he assured her, wrapping his arms around her tighter, pressing their lips together again. It started as a string of short, delicate pecks, but quickly turned into a more heated affair. Her hands found their way back into his thick hair and his teeth scraped down her throat before nipping at the junction of her shoulder. They both became very aware of their contact; her naked, wet center grinding against his already-hard-again cock, and they stopped in their tracks, breaths held, staring at each other. She wanted it. She wanted it so bad, and she could see he wanted it just as much, maybe more. She slowly reached down between them, under the hem of her dress, and stroked his cock against her. He inhaled sharply, pressing his open mouth along her jaw, his teeth digging into the skin against bone. She started to lift her hips, the slightest movement and she would be able to sink down over every glorious inch of him. The head of his cock brushed against her soaked, silky lips and she held her breath, ready to impale herself, when a gentle knock on the door broke the spell.

"Hey, Chloe," Dan's voice called out, slightly muffled on the other side of the office door. She and Lucifer stared at each other, completely frozen, unsure of what to do next. "Hey, I saw you walk out this direction and figured you might be in here. Just wanted to check on you." Chloe cursed herself in her head; of course this would be happening. She hoped that maybe if she didn't answer, he would assume she wasn't there, no lights were on, thankfully, no reason to think she was in the dark. That being said, she could talk him away, and wouldn't have to explain why she didn't answer the door if he saw her walk back towards the parking garage. At least, that's what her slightly buzzed brain thought.

As quietly and as delicately as he could, Lucifer stood and lowered her to the ground, making absolutely no nose. He held her hand as they walked towards the door and pressed himself against the wall next to the opening. As she reached her hand out towards the door, Lucifer quickly grabbed her wrist, halting her actions before bending down and soundlessly moving her forgotten phone, keys, and bag out of the way. He smiled at her from his crouched position before standing back up and pressing himself as close to the wall as he could. Chloe quickly adjusted her dress, making sure nothing seemed too frazzled and opened the door half-way. "Hey, Dan," she started, looking up at him as innocently as possible. "Yeah, I just wanted to get out of there, and had a little too much to drink to drive right away." She hoped admitting that would make it more realistic for her to be there.

"Yeah, I figured. I know you hate things like this," he said, a crooked smile on his lips. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking nervous. Hopefully, he wouldn't want to stand in this awkwardness any longer. "Look, I was going to tell you about Charlotte."

Chloe sighed in relief, happy to change the subject to him and not her. "Dan, it's fine, you're allowed to see whoever you want." She leaned against the door, giving him her sweetest smile. Hell, if Charlotte Richards somehow made him happy, great. Great for him.

"I know, I just, I didn't want to surprise you like that. I really didn't expect you to come tonight." He looked so fucking guilty, it was almost sad, but then Chloe remembered how big of a douche he could be at times, and got over it.

"Look, it's fine. I don't care," she assured him, reaching out and putting a comforting hand on his forearm. "I'm fine. I'm just working off this buzz before driving home. I don't want to be influenced into Ella's shenanigans when I get there," she added with a wink. Mentioning Ella worked, and it got Dan to smile before clapping a hand over hers on his arm.

"Okay, well, call me if you end up needing a ride," he said before slowly walking away. Chloe watched him round the corner before she shut the door and took her first full, deep breath.

"He really has a knack for interrupting pleasurable experiences for you, doesn't he?" Lucifer's voice asks from where he was plastered against the wall. She watched as he tucked himself back into his pants, fastening everything into place. He bent down and grabbed her belongings, tossing the keys and phone into her bag and slipping it onto her shoulder. He placed one hand on her cheek, the other tipped her chin up towards his face so he could kiss her softly. Their lips lingered against each other, tongues just barely touching skin before he pulled away, regretfully. "Go on ahead, I'll wait here a while."

"You sure?" she asked, although she knew it was the safest option for them. Part of her wanted to stay, wanted to go right back to where they were before Dan so rudely interrupted them, but she knew this was for the best. It wasn't how they wanted it to happen.

"Yeah," he replied, smiling at her and opening the door as he stood behind it.

She started to step out and reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a quick squeeze. "Talk soon?" It wasn't really a question, more a statement of reassurance, for who, she wasn't sure.

"Of course," he whispered, squeezing her hand back before letting it go. Chloe walked out of her office, listening as the door shut quietly behind her, and made her way towards the parking garage. The cool, night air felt great on her heated skin, and a slight breeze reminded her that she still didn't have any underwear on.

She made it all the way back to her car before her phone went off in her bag. Once settled in the seat, she cranked the car and looked at her phone, smiling and shaking her head.

Lucifer: So, how many did I get out of you?

Lucifer: I counted three.

Chloe: You're ridiculous.

Lucifer: So… three?

Chloe: Yes, three ;)

Lucifer: I told you you'd like my sprinkles.

Lucifer: I'll get you to five next time :P

A/N: Well, I hope you all enjoyed that. I know I did, if I can be so bold as to say… Not sure where that came from, but I'm okay that it happened. The beast took over, and Satan bless her, she went for it. Thanks for reading and commenting, lovely darklings. Until next time…. *fades into the darkness, trips, and then fades quicker* I never claimed to be graceful.