SuiteTemptations

by AlexandraOHurley; CatKelly

  Heaven and Hell have long battled for human souls. Now, coming into the electronic age, a supernatural e-reader is a conduit to both planes…

  In The Devil’s Agent, Kampbell’s sent to a conference in her boss’s place, her Nook in hand to ward off the boring lectures. When she finds an unfamiliar book on the e-reader, she quickly slips into the spell it weaves, thanks to the sexy incubus that graces the cover.

  In Angel, Down, Henry is a doctor saving lives on Earth, and Tabitha is supposed to bring souls up to heaven. Somebody will win and somebody has to lose. But maybe this time one clumsy angel and her malting wings aren't the only things about to fall hard.

  They're all about to discover how one night at the Gramercy Park Hotel can change everything—with a little Suite Temptation.

  Suite Temptations

  Alexandra O’Hurley

  And Cat Kelly

  MF, SCI-FI, FANTASY, FUTURISTIC, MUTUAL MASTURBATION, ORGY, ANAL SEX, AND LIGHT BONDAGE

  Twisted E Publishing, LLC

  www.twistedepublishing.com

  A TWISTED E-PUBLISHING BOOK

  Suite Temptation

  The Devil’s Agent

  Copyright © 2012, 2017 by Alexandra O’Hurley

  Angel, Down

  Copyright © 2012, 2017 by Cat Kelly

  Edited by Kellie G

  Second E-book Publication: August 2017

  Cover design by K Designs

  All cover art and logo copyright © 2017, Twisted Erotica Publishing, LLC.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  All characters engaged in sexual acts are over the age of 18.

  Contents

  The Devil’s Agent

  By Alexandra O’Hurley

  Angel, Down

  By Cat Kelly

  The Devil’s Agent

  By Alexandra O’Hurley

  Chapter One

  Kampbell Curtis walked into her suite at the Gramercy Park Hotel, the clicking of her heels muffled by the thick, deep red carpet below her feet. A bellhop struggled behind her with her luggage, huffing and puffing as he followed behind her. She always over-packed for trips. One never knew what to expect when traveling, especially in a city like New York. The bellhop passed her, moving into the bedroom. He lowered her two suitcases to the floor beside the bed and hung her garment bag in the closet. Tipping the exhausted young man, he gave her a quick salute and wished her a great day.

  A great day? Not hardly. She was here to participate in a conference that her boss had wormed his way out of, leaving her holding the bag. Kampbell had no interest in the fluctuating world markets and their impact on stocks, bonds, and dividends. Her boss, Steve, was the financial whiz. But since he would much rather spend the week fucking his new secretary, it had been the logical choice to send her in his stead, to represent the firm. Well, logical to a man whose blood was in his penis and not his actual brain.

  Gramercy Park was outside her window, rich and alive with the colors of autumn. The rich reds, golds, and yellows on display twirled in a vibrant dance, fighting against the stiff breezes of the coming winter. The statue of Edwin Booth stood out from the center, the bronzed Hamlet forever immortalized. The setting sun glinted off the metal, its surface shining from gold to green in the wavering light. Oh, to be here to sightsee and not to be stuck inside for hours on end, listening to an unending flow of economic guidance she really had no desire to hear.

  It could be worse. At least her room had a spectacular view.

  Actually, the room itself was a view. Original artwork graced the chartreuse walls of the third floor suite, the deep red of the carpets somehow gave the perfect contrast with the shade. Dark wooden handmade furniture filled the space, giving it an eclectic look. It wasn’t a set of combinations she would have chosen for herself, but the diverse mix and rich fabrics gave the room a warmth one wouldn’t have expected.

  One word described it. Sumptuous.

  The best part of the room had to be the massive king sized bed. The linens on it looked luxurious and after her long plane ride coupled with three layovers, an early night sounded fantastic. She also knew that the office assistant who’d booked her flight was so getting fired when she returned. Three layovers? Ridiculous. Her body ached from the trip.

  She flipped through the room service menu lying beside the phone and picked up to order Spaghettini alle Vongole along with the Spigola from the Maialino NYC resturant on the first floor of the hotel. Add in a bottle of their best Moscato and she was doing her due diligence to rip her expense account a new asshole. That’s what her boss got for sending her here.

  What was the best part? The glorious room with a view that had been for his use would have been a perfect love nest for him and Glenda to share for the week. That was, if he’d been able to find a way out of attending the conference. Apparently, he hadn’t been smart enough to figure that one out, or the potential for Glenda to want to spend his less-than-hard-earned money up and down Park Avenue had given him heart palpitations. Kampbell smiled at the image of the bedraggled man, his arms laden with numerous packages as he ran to keep up with her and his smoking credit cards in her hot, little hands.

  As she awaited her food, she hooked up her laptop and plugged in her cell phone. She scrolled through numerous emails, none of which were of any importance. She made the usual comments or asked questions and closed her email. She then unpacked a few of her items. A bubble bath in the opulent tub was next on her agenda, but she needed food and wine in her before she luxuriated there. Opening her suitcase, she unpacked her bag of toiletries and pulled out her nightgown, laying it across the bed. She then hunted for her Nook, knowing full well she’d packed it. No trip to the bubble bath was complete without her e-reader and a glass of wine.

  Dammit, I know I put it in here, somewhere. She dug through every pocket and zippered section, coming up empty handed. She’d planned on taking her Nook with her to the conference, hoping she’d be able to sit in a spot that would allow her to feign interest in what was being said but actually sit and read. Kampbell had even downloaded ten new trashy romances in her hopes of ignoring responsibility.

  She wasn’t a financial whiz. There were many other peons at the firm better suited for this gig. Many that worked for Steve would have understood at least half of what this particular conference would try to instill. She was the Director of Marketing at the Firm, and in some sadistic twist of fate, her role was placed squarely under Steve’s guidance as Chief Financial Officer. Perhaps it was because the Marketing department spent money, but truly her department needed to be in its own little world.

  It also made her second in line down the totem pole in the Finance department, until they filled the Director of Finance position that had been vacant for much, much too long. Steve said he worked hard enough for two men, and they didn’t need to fill the spot. He was a self-pompous idiot, but he did have his moments where he wasn’t a total jerk. Too bad those moments were few and far between.

  Most days, Steve left her blissfully alone. Once he’d stopped trying to get into her pants, that is. As much as she knew nothing of finance, he knew nothing of marketing and pretty well left her to do her worst. He was a penny pincher to the core, so they butted heads on occasion over how much she could spend on one campaign or another. Other than that, she did her best to avoid him.

  Too bad he really did have his thumb on the pulse of International Finance. Or so she’d heard from ma
ny of the people who worked for him and practically worshipped at his feet.

  Just about everyone in the company, as well as industry insiders, listened to his advice and suggestions. It reminded her of the old 80’s commercials “When E.F. Hutton speaks, people listen.” She could see a whole roomful of people stop and turn to him as soon as he opened his mouth.

  Steve was usually asked to speak at seminars like this one, but for some reason, he wasn’t on the list time around. Perhaps that was the root of the problem and why he’d decided at the last minute not to come. He wasn’t going to be the center of attention, so why bother.

  She could kill him.

  A knock on the door sounded and she kicked off her heels and padded over to the door. She opened it and the scent of the food had her mouth watering instantly. An apron-clad busboy stood there with a service trolley in hand, ready to roll it in to her.

  “Ms. Curtis?”

  “Yep, that’s me.” She backed off with a smile letting him pass into the room with her food. He rolled everything over to the small dining table in the corner and began to lay out the courses and silverware. The wine was opened and placed in an ice-filled wine bucket, a glass laid before the meal.

  “Does everything seem in order ma’am?”

  Kampbell walked over to the table, lifting the silver plate covers to inspect the food. More opulent scents assailed her senses.

  “Everything looks wonderful, thank you.” She handed the young man a tip, which he graciously accepted.

  “One more thing, ma’am. Did you happen to lose a Nook?”

  “Yes, why? Have you found it?”

  He pulled her e-reader from the bottom of the cart. “This was on the floor just outside the door.”

  She took the Nook from him, a frown forming over her features. How the hell had it gotten outside her room? It had been carried at the bottom of one of her suitcases. Turning it on, she confirmed it was hers, even though she doubted anyone else would have lost the same e-reader with the same cover in the same hotel. As soon as it powered up, she noted it was indeed hers. Scratching her head, she couldn’t fathom for the life of her how it had gotten there.

  “Thank you very much. I’m not sure how it got out there, but at least it’s returned.”

  “You’re welcome, ma’am. Glad to be able to return it to you.” The young man turned to go, closing the door behind him.

  She looked at the Nook again. It was a puzzle that her overtired mind had absolutely no chances of figuring out. Perhaps it had simply been stored in a front pocket, not inside like she’d thought, and the zipper had somehow opened somewhere along the way and it had fallen out. But wouldn’t the bellhop have seen it on his way out?

  Shaking her head, she had no desire to overanalyze the situation. Delightful food and wine awaited her. She sunk into the soft chair and dug into the food with gusto, each bite better than the one before. Midway through the second course, she was so full she thought she’d explode, but it was so good there was no way she was going to stop. Picking at the plate until it was nearly empty, she then drank a draught of wine to wash it all down.

  She forced herself to rise from the table, moving the dishes to the tray the busboy had left. The tray was soon outside her door and she was in the bathroom, turning on the hot water. A squirt of bubble bath, and the foam began to froth. Undressing, she watched the water level rise, her aching muscles yearning for the comfort of the suds.

  Kampbell pinned her hair up high on her head after she was nude and grabbed her Nook and her glass. She sat both on the small ledge beside the tub and lowered herself in with a deep sigh of relief. Closing her eyes, she let the warmth soak into her aching body, savoring the moment. She then took a long drink from her glass and opened up her e-reader to decide where she might start.

  What to read? What to read? Which of the ten shall it be?

  One title stood out from the rest, one that she wasn’t familiar with. The Devil’s Agent by B.L. Zi’bub. Rolling her eyes at the stupidity of the pun-y name, she contemplated skipping the book completely, assuming her stupid Nook had downloaded it for free like some of the others she’d found loaded on there from time to time that she’d never purchased.

  A voice whispered through her mind as she was about to skip past it, a tickle of the mind that called for her to open the story and give it a try.

  Kampbell tapped her finger on the screen, pulling it to the fro. The electronic cover popped up large and the male model that graced it had serious potential. Potential? Hell, he was fine as hell and wasn’t the same face she was used to seeing on every other erotic romance cover she had in her collection of smut.

  She felt a tickle between her legs as she looked at the incredibly sexy man. Heavily muscled, the thick rope of his neck made him look as strong as an ox. Tight abdominal muscles rippled down to the edges of his loincloth. A strong jaw was covered in dark brown stubble, his wavy hair far longer than what she typically went for in a man. But what really caught her attention was the glow to his blue eyes. She felt drawn to him, like he could see inside her soul.

  See inside my soul? Too much wine, Kam?

  Kampbell ran her finger along the screen to get to the beginning. Devilish Publishing? Aren’t they taking this a bit too far?

  The story started off incredibly bizarre. Her eyes nearly popped off the page as the story twisted from weird into downright twisted. But like the train-wreck that it was, she couldn’t stop looking, reading, trying to figure out where it would all lead.

  Lord Azmaroth looked over the tender beauty, her unmarred virginal skin glowing in the soft embers of the oversized fireplace. She would soon show signs of his hands on her, shades of pink and red on her rounded bottom. Tied to his bed with a strap of soft leather, she could only squirm within the silken sheets begging for the release only he could give her.

  Too bad he would have to eventually give this one over to his master, she was beautiful and refined, much too innocent a soul to be in the dark places she now found herself.

  “When the Dark Lord comes for you, he will not be as gentle as I. You must come to love the bites of pain I offer your body, sweet girl. They will serve you well under his tutelage.”

  “Yes, master,” she spoke hesitantly.

  Smiling to himself, he released her hands and brought the timid female over his lap, her ass high in the air, ready for her education. He loved spanking. It was his favorite act to perform on a female. To see a woman’s cheeks rosy with life and lust, to hear her cries of passion and pain, it was everything he lived for.

  But this girl, she was special. She’d already shown her willingness to surrender to the unknown passions that already tempted her. She was the perfect sub, she naturally cast her eyes to the floor and spoke in a meek tone of obedience, following every instruction he spoke with utter obedience.

  Kampbell’s eyes flared at the last line. Are you kidding me? Who the hell wrote this utter garbage?

  Yet her eyes flashed back to the screen, already enthralled by the magical tale the story had woven around her, sucking her with its siren call. The story outlined the role of an incubus dark lord in charge of training a maiden in the rules of BDSM to prepare her for sexual servitude to the Devil himself. The plot was ridiculous and the heroine a bore.

  But Azmaroth? He was incredibly sexy and strong. She kept on reading until her toes were shriveled as prunes and the water had become cold. Drying off quickly, she raced to the bed and jumped in, Nook in hand, not even bothering with the nightgown.

  She was addicted.

  Chapter Two

  Kampbell felt a firm hand smack her ass, the sting radiating delicious pain through her bottom. Her mind was a fog as she slowly drifted out of her slumber. She wasn’t sure what was happening or even where she was, but it definitely wasn’t the bed at the Gramercy. Through her hair cascading over the top of her head, she spied deep wine velvet drapes covering the walls, dark, masculine furniture, and an oversized fireplace roaring from across the
room that reminded her of somewhere that just hovered in the corner of her mind.

  Thick, masculine thighs were under her abdomen and the bed he sat upon was covered in silken sheets. Her hands were bound with a soft length of leather.

  A dream! A deliciously decadent dream pulled straight out of her Nook and downloaded directly into her head. She smiled to herself as the wickedness of it all roiled through her. And if it were a dream, the hand rubbing her damaged cheek was attached to—Azmaroth.

  Heat surged in the flesh of her behind, the tingles prickling in wait for the next slap to come. She wasn’t disappointed; the pause wasn’t long at all. Hearing the hand flying through the air before it connected, she attempted not to flinch. Easier said than done. She tightened slightly as the palm hit the same stinging patch of skin as it had the first time.

  Letting out the breath she’d held, she wiggled in the man’s lap, delighted to feel his thick cock against her stomach. It pulsed, prodding her with its dampened crown, spreading small drops of pre-cum along her abdomen. She smiled to herself, knowing he was nearly more excited than she. Between his body trembling under her and the rock hard erection against her, she knew he was walking the fine edge right along with her.

  He paused, brushing the tips of his fingers against the abraded flesh, the light trailing of fingernails making a chill run up her spine. She yanked at the leather bonds on her wrists, tugging not to free herself, per se, but she liked the tightness of the material against her skin, liked reminding herself that she was submitting herself to his will. He was in control of her sexual destiny.