Had I been capable of rational thought, I may have questioned my complete surrender to a total stranger, but at that moment, all my lust-addled brain could come up with was "More! Please! Now!"

He kept one hand on my ass, holding me close as he slowly ground his hips against mine, and the other trailed down my back and up and around to cup one breast, his thumb grazing my nipple. I let my own hands wander, dragging my nails down his chest, reveling in the flex of his lean muscles beneath the silk shirt he wore.

He bit my lower lip and squeezed my ass before lifting his head. I blinked slowly and tried to pull his head back down, but he smirked and dropped his other hand to roughly pull my hips against his.

"Come with me…" he entreated, his lips barely brushing my own. "I want to spend the afternoon memorizing the taste of your pussy."

Raising my gaze to his, I realized I would follow him into hell for just a brief moment of the pleasure his dark eyes promised, and so I nodded. He slid his tongue over his lower lip and smirked, taking a step backwards.

"Chloe!"

It took me a beat to comprehend that the voice calling my name was not Lucifer's and once I recognized who it was, it felt like I was plunged into arctic waters. I slipped out of his embrace and tried to push my unruly hair back from my flaming face before Dan made it up the stairs.

"Whatever is the matter, love?" Lucifer inquired, reaching out to pull me back to him, but I batted his hand away just as Dan appeared.

"There you are." Dan said, looking beyond me to Lucifer. "Who's this?"

"Um-"

"Lucifer Morningstar." He introduced when my voice failed me. "This is my club. Now, if you don't mind, you are interrupting a very intriguing exchange between myself and the Detective. Kindly take your leave."

"Chloe? Who is this guy?"

"Are you not able to hear me? I just told you who I was. Detective? Do you know this person?"

"Dan, this is Lucifer. Lucifer, this is Dan, my ex-"

"Not quite ex." Dan interrupted.

"You laid with this poor excuse for a man? Oh, Darling, you must let me make it up to you. Give you a proper fucking."

"Hey!"

"Ok. I-I'm just going to go." I stuttered, quickly making my way to the stairs, ignoring Lucifer and Dan's calls for me to stop.

I made it outside and quickly walked around the building and slid into the cruiser. I managed to pull away just as Dan and Lucifer stepped out of the club and drove a few blocks before turning into a parking garage and driving to the top level. Once I parked, I stepped out of the car and crouched down beside it, leaning my head back against the door and closing my eyes. I took a few deep breaths then stood up and stretched my arms out to the side. I got back into the car, but sat there without turning the ignition, trying to wrap my brain around what had just transpired, but all I could think about was the feel of Lucifer's mouth moving against mine, which wasn't helping to clear my mind. I finally started the car and headed back towards Lux, figuring Dan would have already taken off to look for me. This just served as another reminder of how little he knew about me, since he would never think I would return to the scene of the crime, as it were.

I managed to gather some useful information from the officers on scene, one of which had Hayley's ID that Dan had thoughtfully returned after I dropped it during my dalliance with Lucifer. I drove to the address on her license and got the super to let me into her apartment then sent him down to wait for the CSU team and the warrant.

AFWHI

"Mommy? Can I be done playing piano now?" Trixie called.

"No, you've only been playing for five minutes and Mr. Davies will be here any minute."

"But I hate the piano!" she yelled, just as the doorbell rang.

"No you don't. And besides, if you don't play the piano, you don't get to play soccer on Saturday." I reminded, tossing the kitchen towel over my shoulder as I walked towards the door. "I know you don't want to miss that!"

"Miss what, Detective?" Lucifer grinned.

"What-? How-?"

"Surely you haven't forgotten me already, Love?"

"This is my house! How did you find me?"

"It was quite simple. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"No."

"That was rude. What is that racket? Who is abusing the ivory?"

"None of your business. Go away."

"Chloe?"

"Hi, Mr. Davies. Come in, please." I said, stepping aside to let the music teacher pass. "Not you." I said, holding my hand up to stop Lucifer.

"Mommy? Who's this?"

"Mommy?!" Lucifer gasped.

"She's not your mommy, she's my mommy!"

"Beatrice! Don't be rude."

"Sorry, Mommy."

"My name is Lucifer." He said, reaching over to pat her on the head.

"Like the devil?!" she asked incredulously.

"The very one!"

"Trix, go back inside. Lucifer, go home."

"Mommy! Don't be rude! Lucifer, do you wanna stay for Taco Tuesday?"

"I would love to. I'm absolutely famished. I missed lunch you know." He smirked as my face burst into flames, slipping past me to follow Trixie into the house.

I closed the door and softly banged my forehead against the frame while Trix happily led Lucifer through the house, showing him all sorts of nonsense until Mr. Davies managed to get her to sit down at the piano by cajoling her to play a "concert" for her guest.

I slipped into the kitchen and resumed chopping onions for the salsa while listening to my child torture the "Prince of Darkness." After the fourth attempt at Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, I couldn't contain myself and broke into a wide grin.

"What has you smiling so wickedly?" Lucifer asked, caging me between his body and the counter.

"Shit!" I started, the knife slicing through my finger. I pushed back and stepped over to the sink, turning on the faucet and shoving my bleeding finger under the stream.

"Are you alright?"

"I'll live. It's just a little blood."

"Let me see." He said, lifting my hand.

"It's fine."

"I didn't mean to hurt you." He murmured, kissing the inside of my wrist.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was hoping to finish what we started this afternoon."