Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

His good girl, yes.
His little girl, no.
I bite down on my bottom lip, wishing Calvin didn’t have to work late tonight. I’m dying to show
him the proof of my book, and… well, a few other things.
Rose is already in bed, so now that Ariella is, I have the house to myself.
I walk softly down the hall away from her room. Since I have nothing pressing to do, I pause
outside the room near hers that we talked about turning into Eli’s room, if we ever have a boy. I push
open the door and stand in the doorway, looking at the wall where I’d paint the mural.
Calvin’s analogy about the alkali flies really stuck with me. It started with sketches and
characters I dreamed up, but now I have an actual book—my pictures, my own story—to put between
my William the hippo book ends. I have plans to write more, too. A whole series of adventures for
Eli the adventurous little fly.
I keep the bookends in Eli’s room right now. It acts as Ariella’s play room at the moment, since
we don’t actually have Elias yet.
Not for lack of trying.
I smile faintly, thinking of all the nights Calvin and I have spent tangled in the bed sheets—or, in
my case, sometimes shoved face-first into a pillow.
It’s not that late, but I’m starting to get tired. I don’t want to fall asleep before Calvin gets home,
so I consider taking a shower.
I would have liked to do that with him—showers with him are always fun—but I need
something to wake me up, and that might do the trick.
When I get to the bedroom, though, something feels off. I don’t know how to explain it, just an
energy in the room that shouldn’t be there.
Calvin.
I gasp as the door closes behind me and pivot, holding up the only weapon I have—a child’s
hardback book—just in case it isn’t him.
Leaning against the door, looking handsome as hell in his black dress slacks with his snowy
white shirtsleeves rolled up and his gray tie tugged loose, Calvin says, “What, are you gonna hit me
with it?”
“Maybe,” I say, backing up a step even though it’s him.
His prey drive kicks in, seeing an opportunity to chase me. His dark eyes glint with that
dangerous heat that excites me so much, and he lunges forward, sending my heart to my toes as he
grabs a handful of my hair.
I’ve come to crave the times he takes me like this. He’s come to enjoy the times when it’s tender