A Demon in Stilettos (11 page)

“Now. How about a small insignificant touching of lips?”

She raised her eyes to study his. “A kiss.” She elevated a brow. “Right now?”

“Unless you object. We could do it someplace else. Like, on the dance floor, or perhaps on that platform over there.”

“No. We’ll do it right here.” Coy put her glass on a nearby table.

The moment their lips touched, a thunderous applause erupted. “Atta boy!” one man rang out.”

“Give it to her good,” said another.

“Feel her tits,” yelled an inebriated man.

Johns removed his lips from Coy’s. He blotted his lips with a handkerchief. “It would be wise if all of you mind your own business.”

Coy shrank into her seat. “I knew it,” she whispered.

Johns patted her hands. “No. You’re perfectly all right.” He stood up.

Instinctively, Coy reached for him. “Please don’t. I’ll go home. I promise.”

Johns moved from Coy’s grasp and quietly walked toward the stage. Once he stepped upon the platform his footsteps were filled with authority.

He tapped the mike briskly. “Good evening. I hope everyone is having a lovely time. As most of you know, my name is Abraham Lincoln Johns. I’m here with my date. Coy VanAlstine.Recently, Coy was accused of doing some things—that some of you deemed inappropriate. You might not like what I’m going to say, and frankly, it’s none of your business. We all have misfortunes. Coy is a fantastic person, and a wonderful woman.”

Seated quietly, Coy blushed, wanting to pinch herself.

“Having said that—Dr. Blackshear.” He pointed into a pack of onlookers. “Yes. I’m talking to you. You had a lot to say about Coy in the employee’s lounge. I’m wondering if
Mrs. Blackshear
finds it crowded in her bed.”

Mrs. Blackshear’s mouth flew open. Her head snapped toward her cheating husband. People gasped while Mrs. Blackshear marched her husband off the dance floor.

“Oh and Dr. Tiller,” Johns said, pointing him out.

“No! No! No!” he screamed. “Don’t do it, man!”

“Fair is fair, Tiller. You had a lot of advice to give me. Nasty advice.”

“Please man!”

“What do you call your secretary? I think you call her—your lap buddy?”

“Damn you man,” he whispered. “My wife is in the bathroom.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he called, “I’ll wait until she returns.”

Padgett spoke up. “We get your point, Johns!”

“Do you really? I have more, and I’m not quite finished. Spivey!”

Spivey covered his face with a program then quietly eased out the door.

Johns continued. “Benson! Tanner! Russell!”

Padgett interrupted his spiel. “What will it take to shut you up? You’re going to destroy our homes, man. Don’t you have any compassion?”

“Okay. Let’s make a deal. You keep your mouths off my lady. And I’ll keep your disgusting little secrets. We all make mistakes, and I’ve just proved that.”

Not believing her ears, Coy witnessed an uproar among the couples—there was constant murmuring.Women questioned their husbands, stormed off, or attacked nearby secretaries. While the chaos fell among the masses, Coy grinned. “Oh my God.” She trembled uncontrollably. “Oh my God. I can’t believe he put these top surgeons on blast.”

Finally, Johns left the stage with women pulling at his arm. “How about my husband?” one asked. “I knew those were not my daughter’s underwear in the trunk of his car.”

Seeming to ignore them, Johns had Coy in his sights. He walked up to her. “My work is finished. I don’t think we’ll have any more trouble.”

With tears in her eyes, Coy kissed his lips. “You were wonderful.”

“I said, trust me. I’ll take good care of you. Now, let’s blow this joint.”

Coy gave him her hand. “Of course.”

* * * *

Coy gave Johns the key to her apartment. Compelled to make a confession Coy pleaded her case. “I owe you so much. I never knew how I’d get out of this mess.”

“You owe me nothing.” Johns gently kissed her lips. “You deserve so much more.”

“You’ve made me so happy. No one has ever gone out of their way for me. Please come inside.”

“Have you heard from Erin?” He sauntered through the door pulling off the jacket to his tux. After folding it carefully, he placed it neatly across the back of her sofa.

Coy’s voice trailed off toward the kitchen. “Yes. I went to visit her this afternoon.” She opened her refrigerator and got a bottle of chilled wine. “She’ll be getting out tomorrow.” Walking back to the living area, Coy placed the drink on the counter.

“Damn. You really messed her up.”

Coy shot him a look. “Not me.” She pulled out two glasses and placed them on the bar. “Naughty Coy. Erin has a cracked collar bone, two splintered ribs and a fractured ankle.”

“Well, I’m glad that Naughty Coy liked me.” Sitting on her bar stool, Johns stroked his chin thoughtfully. “What happened between you two, anyway? She treats you like crap, you know.”

“Yeah. I know. In the name of friendship, Erin was always trying to set me up with blind dates. What can I say?” She shrugged. Leaning against a bar stool, she crossed her legs. “The guys were losers. Then, I found out Erin had other motives. She wanted
my brother
, Jacque.”

Johns cocked his head to one side. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

“No.” She shook her head. “When I refused to put them together, Erin took it personally. She went off on this vengeance trip. From then on, she wanted to be my friend. However, her eyes were always set on Jacque. ”

“Wow. So, why does she want you beneath her?”

“Actually, I can see through Erin’s insecurities. I’m doing
her
a favor. I’m secure with who I am. But gratefully, Erin came through for me. She apologized for being such a bitch, and I apologized for beating her ass.”

“Yeah, she loves you in a weird sort of way —told me the entire story about the shoes. It’s still a strange friendship.”

“I know,” Coy grasped his hand and gave a squeeze. “What can I say? She needs me.”

“You’re a sweetheart. I wouldn’t have tolerated her.” He reached out to stroke Coy’s shoulder. “How about that drink?”

“Anything for you, Dr. Abraham Lincoln Johns.” She patted his arm affectionately then gave him the bottle of wine. “I just can’t get over what you did tonight.”

After unscrewing the top, he gave the drink back to Coy. “Well, I have a question.”

“Yes, Doctor Johns.” Turning toward the bar, she poured Johns a drink, and then gave it to him.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Her gaze softened. “Completely. However, I do worry that you’ll get us mixed up.”

“That’s doubtful.” He shook his head. “She possessed a selfishness I hardly cared for.” He put his drink on the table then kissed the tips of Coy’s fingers. Afterwards, he placed her hand on the highly visible bulge in front of his slacks. Feeling his arousal, Coy’s cheeks reddened. While her tips grew firm, the rest of her body responded to his amorous cue.

As he kissed her, Johns removed Coy’s champagne cocktail dress. Once disrobed, her tips sought the warmth of his mouth.With agonizing slowness, he kissed her breasts. Encircling her tips with his tongue, he left a tingling coolness as he withdrew. Finally, his lips covered her tips, suckling, biting, and heightening her pleasure. Grasping her breasts, she fed more into the heat of his mouth. Seeing his lips against her contrasting skin, her toes curled. She blushed under his ability to please her.

After sweeping his eyes over her body, he exposed her sheer thong. Grinning, he tugged the fabric, sweeping past soft tuffs of neatly trimmed hair.

When, Coy stood naked before him, he knelt before her. “Let me learn your body. I want to know what Coy
really
wants. Come with me.” He raised the tips of her fingers. Like a goddess emerging from the ocean, Coy pulled back her shoulders, her breasts jutting forward under his scrutiny. “This gorgeous body was made to be worshipped.” Drawing her into his arms, he embraced her.“I’m going to show you how beautiful you really are.”

When Johns reached Coy’s bedroom, he removed his shirt, and stepped out of his slacks. Grasping the waistband around his shorts, he gave a tug. Immediately, a thick cock dropped forward, a drawbridge to his robust passion.

Seeing the monstrosity, Coy widened her eyes, she clenched her teeth. “I was hardly expecting that.”

Johns scowled, then a smile lifted the sides of his luscious mouth. “It’s tame, I assure you.”

Obviously, her passage had no qualms with his enormous size. It tightened, and thickened, preparing to receive him. Though her new lover’s girth concerned her, she had no temperament to argue. Irrational with desire, her body ruled her judgment.

After placing Coy on the bed, Johns used his thumbs to separate her ripe moistness. With the aid of her slippery cream, he ran his fingers over her throbbing hood. Immediately, his mast stiffened. Climbing aboard her fragrant body, he properly introduced himself.

Preparing for penetration, he grasped the head of his swollen mast then dipped the head in her wetness. With deliberate movements, he wiped her spoils from front to back—teasing her, heightening her need.

Wriggling beneath him, Coy thrust, encouraging him to delve inside.

Johns pushed his hips, giving a gentle probe. Pushing tenderly, he filled her slowly and completely.

Overwhelmed with sensations, Coy fought the urge to consume him. She held still as he halted, and carefully thrust his hips.

Squeezing her pelvic muscles, she caressed the pleasure trophy.Tossing her head, she then grabbed the pillow behind her, squeezing it violently. In acceptance, she arched her back, and gently tiltedher rear.

Looking deep into her brown eyes, Johns then hung his head. He closed his eyes and parted his lips. “That’s it,” he whispered, matching her stride. “Bring it to me slow and easy.” Perspiration beaded between them. “Come on,” he whispered, “give it to me.”

Without warning, Johns wrapped Coy in his arms and leaned to the side. The weight of his body flipped them over, placing Coy on top. “Enjoy,” he said softly, perching her astride his damp toned stomach. “This is our first time together.”

At first, Coy felt awkward. Johns’ shaft leaped at her back, slapping at her rear. She reached behind her, and took him into her hands. Raising her rear, she aimed his swollen treasure, then buried it deep inside her. Shudders of desire overtook her. Leaning forward, she held the headboard. Straddling Johns, she eased her body to accept intense pleasure.

When she realized she couldn’t take the entire package, she took control of the moment. True, her body had been well used; even so, she realized that the other Coy had never taken the brunt of Johns’ passions.

Somehow, he’d held back, never allowing full penetration. When he struck bottom, she gasped, her eyes flew open. Feeling her abdomen protruding, she realized there was more to come.

Johns grimaced. Now holding her rear, he elevated her body. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away.” He grabbed the base of his shaft and created a buffer between them. Though riddled with need, he fed Coy half his size. Pleased with his compassion, Coy devoured him. Trusting him, she lost herself in the moment, spilling her spoils over his clenched fist.

Johns hesitated, drawing back with every utterance from her lips.As if a tremor overtook him, he closed his eyes, and bucked urgently. Suddenly, he pushed Coy aside, and held his own.

Watching Johns filling his fist, Coy’s widened her eyes. “I’ve never seen anyone do that before.”

He smiled sweetly and kissed her forehead. “I know my limits. I’ll protect you at all costs.”

Chapter Thirteen

On the seventh day, of the seventh month, at seven o’clock and five seconds, Coy prepared to deliver the deadly shoes. Accompanied by Lincoln Johns, she knocked on the door of apartment 7, at 7777, 7
^th
street. Wrapped in a black plastic trash bag and taped with duct tape, were the deadly stilettos.

With a grave expression, Johns held the bag tightly in his hands. Holding her wrist before her, Coy watched the second hand on her watch—seconds ticked away. Hearing the apartment’s door creak, she inhaled.

True to her word, Shela Neves, opened the door.

Coy snatched the bag from Johns’ arms, and pushed the shoes into Shela’s hands. “You witch! You knew these shoes were cursed, didn’t you?”

Narrowing her eyes Shela scowled. “I warned you about the power of the shoes. They belonged to the sorceress, Duchess Elaina. When you wear the shoes, the Duchess emerges to fill her sexual desires. Her needs have no boundaries. She can be deadly. ”

“And, now you tell me!” Coy flailed her arms into the air. “You putmy lifein danger with some dead woman’s shoes? Why you heartless…”

Hearing the drone of a man’s voice, Shela turned nervously and glanced over her shoulder. Pulling her blouse together, she covered a strange necklace having a stone identical to the one Coy had lost. “Yes, I knew about the curse. It was the only way to find true love.”