Summary:

“I’m…. I have a boyfriend, actually,” Shane whispered. “So…”

“So?” The demon’s expression broke into an amused grin. “I don’t really care, but I can be polite. Where’s he, then?”

He ditched me just an hour before our date for something definitely more important, and that’s how I got in a shitty warehouse with my friends, summoning a sex demon, who hit my balls while I was asleep and it was so fucking good I got the hardest orgasm in my life, though Shane.

“Like, currently?” he said. “I don’t know.”

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Demon summoning go wrong. Or right?