Remember Me

By Nanea Knott

Will He Remember?

Greg Stewart is a smart detective. He’s been following suspicious cases from nearby areas. His gut tells him they’re related. He’s assigned to investigate a car accident. Digging into the details, he finds his victim is connected to the cases he’s been following. Now he needs answers. The first person he questions is Willow Harris, a friend of his accident victim. She’s smart, sexy, and definitely hiding something.

Willow Harris is a lonely succubus searching for her mate. He’s the only man who will remember having sex with her. She’s trying to help the sexy detective solve his case, but she has to be careful. Greg is human. He can never know sex demons are not just myth.
Greg keeps pushing for answers. Willow relents and tells him everything knowing that after she sleeps with him, he won’t remember anything she said, or will he?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nanea Knott
• Release date: Nov 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370162277

Nanea Knott

Nanea Knott is a romance author who hopes to one day have name recognition for being famous not infamous. She’s determined to find the readers who like a good story with a little humor, some romance and of course, sex. She has two naughty cats and is the proud owner of the title “crazy cat lady.” She reads faster than she writes, has a mad obsession for arts and crafts, and owns way more coffee mugs a person who doesn’t drink coffee ought to have.

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Remember Me

By

Nanea Knott

Dedication:

For my smut loving beta readers:

Jennifer, and Kristina.

Copyright January 2015. All rights reserved. The book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Other books by Nanea Knott

Mating Season Series

Mating Season

Runaway

Viking Slave Series

Nikola

Katja

Aksel (M/M Romance)

The Sex Demon Series: (In order)

Remember Me (Book One)

Unforgettable (Book Two)

Remind Me(Book Three)

Long Term Memory (Book Four)

Chapter One

Willow pushed Chase off and got out from under him at the same time. Rolling him onto his back, she wanted to make sure he didn’t fall asleep on his face and stop breathing. Sometimes, men slept like the dead when she’d finished with them. She’d fed and rested, it was time to go. He would never know she’d been there.

She and Chase had been lovers for several weeks, but it was time to call it quits. The relationship wasn’t going anywhere, it never would. Chase was a good man, but he wasn’t her mate.

Moving slowly, she got off the bed and walked naked to the window. She could see part of Lake Washington from the Seattle condo, but she wasn’t interested in the view. Willow was using the light to gauge if she had enough time to take a shower. Timing was important, she couldn’t afford to get it wrong.

It was overcast; it could be closer to dawn than she thought, there was no way to tell. Glancing at one of the bedside tables looking for his phone to tell her the time, she saw that it wasn’t sitting on the charger. It probably lay on the floor in the living room where Chase had dropped his pants.

Willow padded into the living room to find her purse and dig out her phone. It was just after five in the morning. It was better for her to get dressed and go. There was no point in showering, only to put on dirty clothes.

Locating her panties near the bedroom door and her bra over by the sliding door, Willow put them on. She gathered the rest of her clothes near the couch and retrieved her heels from the bedroom. Chase always wanted her to wear them to bed. The predawn light from the windows made it possible for her to dress without turning on a light. A sudden light might wake Chase, and it was easier if he stayed asleep.

Willow picked up Chase’s clothes, took his phone out of his pants pocket and put it on the charger. Throwing his clothes into the bathroom hamper, she then gathered her things and went straight out the front door. Taking a key from her purse, she locked the door. Leaving the building, she passed no one. Pulling her coat closer, she hurried to the bus stop in the early morning chill. The sun would take a few hours to burn off the thick mist before shining through in the afternoon.

When she got to her place, she put her purse on the small table next to the front door and dug around in it for Chase’s key. Opening the small drawer of the table, she tossed the key inside watching it drop until it settled. It clinked against the other keys already covering the bottom of the drawer. Willow considered the little silver key. Leaving it there meant she would have to look elsewhere to feed. Changing her mind, she took it out of the drawer and left it sitting on the table. It would go back into her purse later. She might use the key one more time. Willow went to take a shower and fell naked into bed for a couple of hours.

Willow woke with the alarm, flipping her long dark hair out of her face, she got out of bed. Dressing quickly, she got ready for work. A piece of toast and a cup of coffee served as breakfast on the way to work. Her office at Expert Realty was on the 17th floor of a tall building in Downtown Seattle.

The elevators opened to the long reception desk that took up most of the lobby. Her office was on the left side. Willow had requested it because it was the farthest away from the elevator and not in the direct sight line of the entrance. They would have given her a cubicle in the middle of the office being only a real estate assistant, but she used her looks and charm to get the office she wanted. She had gotten the interview because she was qualified. She had probably gotten the job because she was good-looking, but Willow was determined to do a good job. To do that, she had to decrease the chances of her being a distraction in the office for others and minimize interruptions for herself. Willow would never get any work done if she caught the traffic from the elevator too. She usually stayed in her office until she had to do something she dreaded, make copies. It wasn’t making the copies that bothered her, it was the morning ritual that usually went with it, the conversation with Chase. He was her co-worker.

Willow, would you have dinner with me tonight? Chase asked.

Looking up at him, she smiled even as he stood too close to her 5’6’’ frame. As usual, she pretended to be surprised and pleased. This time, she had to turn him down. She had plans for tonight. I can’t, how about tomorrow?

He grinned. Tomorrow it is.

Smiling pleasantly, she walked away knowing he was watching her. Chase always watched her; most men did, all day long, every day. She often wished it could be different, but it never would be. They couldn’t help themselves. It was a biological imperative. Humans were always attracted to her.

Willow was a succubus.

She went to her office and sighed heavily while glancing at her computer. Determined, she tried to focus on work, but couldn’t keep her thoughts from thinking about the state of her life. Chase was good looking and charming. He stood over six feet tall and had the opposite of her coloring with his blond hair.

He asked her out almost every day, and since she needed sex to live, she usually accepted his invitation. He’d been kind, generous, considerate and an enthusiastic lover. She could have him every night if she wanted. There was just one problem. He wouldn’t remember it, ever. None of her lovers did. Neither did anyone else.

Being a sex demon was lonely. If it weren’t for the SDA, Willow wasn’t sure how she would manage. The Sex Demons Association helped drive away the loneliness that was just a part of life for most sex demons. If humans asked, the initials stood for Single, Dating, and Available. She’d thought up a different name for the SDA. She called it Sex Demons tired of being Anonymous. The SDA meetings were set up for sex demons to find out any news, and to socialize. Tonight’s party was also the once a month BYOH, bring your own human. It was the sex demon version of potluck.

Willow sat at her desk and remembered the first BYOH party she’d ever attended after she moved here. She recalled being excited. The meetings she had been to previously had just been regular meetings. This would be her first BYOH ever. That night, she’d arrived with someone she’d met on the street an hour earlier. He’d been tall, and good-looking. Allowing him to pin her to a nearby wall and have sex with her let her know he had a big cock. She brought him with her thinking he would be a good guest at the party.

The entire room had cushions and pillows of various sizes strewn haphazardly. There were a few places to sit and relax near the tables laden with the food. Willow arrived a few minutes after it was supposed to start, but already people were naked and writhing on the floor, both human and demon. The smell of it all had been amazing. The air inside thick with the scent of desire. It coated the back of her tongue, and her stomach growled. Sounds of pleasure filled the room. A female sigh, a male groan, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh made her own skin tingle with anticipation. The expressions of sexual pleasure on the faces of the participants made her smile. It was going to be a good night.

The man Willow brought with her was immediately snagged by another succubus. Willow watched as he hurriedly undressed for the blonde kissing him. There were a few humans engaged in conversation with demons. They were standing around snacking from the table nearby. At the time, Willow wasn’t interested in food, she was hungry for more sex. Lucky for her, her friends had brought other humans to share.

A muscular blond man was lying naked on cushions by himself. From the contented look on his face, he’d been ridden to climax at least once already. He looked delectable. As soon as she neared him, he gazed into her eyes and smiled. His cock hardened as she watched. Willow unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her shoes. He watched her closely, and she could see the pupils of his eyes dilate. Dropping her top to the floor, then unhooking her bra to drop it as well, she made sure he got a good look at her smooth, flawless, ivory skin. He took a deep breath while watching her move.

Unzipping her skirt, she let it fall where she stood. Slipping her fingers into the sides of her panties at the hip, she wiggled, pushing them down her legs. Stepping out of the pile of clothing, she waited for his reaction.

His eyes surveyed the landscape of her flesh as he put a hand up to help her get down on the floor next to him. She ran a hand over his muscular thigh while leaning over to kiss him. Willow didn’t even bother asking him his name.

Taking control of the kiss, he tasted her thoroughly. Grasping her arms, he drew her down on top of him ravishing her lips. He flipped them over to get on top of her and Willow allowed it. She spread her legs and let him settle his hips there. He slid his lips across her cheek, licking her neck near her earlobe only to suck on that choice piece of flesh a moment later. Thrusting his hips between her legs, he rubbed his hardness against her wetness.

His chest heaved with each breath rubbing against her, driving her nipples to hard points. He moved down her body to fasten his mouth onto one of the firm nubs, while he massaged her other breast with his hand. Sucking hard on her breast, he flicked her nipple with his tongue. He lavished the same attention on the other breast leaving her breathless.

Continuing to move down her body, his hands resumed touching and caressing every inch of her. He ran his tongue over her ribs while his hands held her hips and slid further down her body until his face hovered over her wet pussy. He gazed down at her center and licked his lips. Taking a few tentative licks at her clit made Willow moan. Moving his hands from her hips, his fingers held open her slick petals while he tasted every inch of her sex.

Willow lost the ability to think. Writhing with pleasure, the need rolling through her body told her she needed more. She needed to feed off the natural endorphins humans secrete during sex. The hormones, the sweat, and every labored breath nourished her. The warm liquids released from the human body during the height of the act were what gave her life.

As if he could sense her need, he moved up her body and pushed his cock into her all at once. Willow moaned and bent forward, grabbed his muscular ass and squeezed. He jerked and then started moving inside her. Willow slapped his left ass cheek saying. Harder, baby. He jerked again and then obeyed. His handsome face was covered in small beads of sweat, and she took one of her hands and passed it over his cheeks and forehead. He kept pumping out hormones almost faster than she could absorb them. Willow understood why someone had brought him and silently thanked them for doing so.

Faster and harder, he slammed his cock into her and Willow loved it. He balanced on one arm never breaking his rhythm to reach between their bodies and massage her clit. Willow imploded gasping for breath. She needed him to come inside her, the dessert to the feast. Willow moved her hips, encouraging him to keep plunging his cock into her. She grabbed his ass again, urging him to keep going.

He groaned, and with a deep groan, he began filling her with his liquid heat. Every time he pulsed, more of his hot cum would stream into her. Willow squeezed her vagina to milk his fat dick and still, he kept coming. After one last hard push, he was done. He rolled off her and settled next to her trying to catch his breath.

Willow lay there content for the moment. She looked over at him and realized he’d fallen asleep. Standing to get something to drink, she gathered her clothes and placed them on a table that had been set up for the purpose. While she was standing there naked, a handsome, muscular, black man caught her eye making her hungry again. She’d fed on five men before the meeting was over. It had been a good night for her, and she hadn’t had to feed for at least two days.

Feeding reminded her of Chase. She had been feeding on him instead of going out and finding new partners every day as she had to do before sleeping with Chase. Whenever she did, she had to leave him before he woke up in the morning. Sex demons had a rule, pay attention to the time. Dawn was the deadline. She had learned the hard way a long time ago to follow the rules. It tends to freak a man out to find a woman in his bed with no memory of how she got there—no matter how good-looking she was.

Shaking off the good memories of her first BYOH meeting, Willow looked at the time and sighed knowing the day wasn’t even half over yet, but she was looking forward to her plans after she got off work. She worked steadily with little interruption until it was time to go. Finishing out the rest of the day by leaving very little for tomorrow had her feeling great as she drove to a small, nondescript building in Kent.

* * *

Willow pulled up to a single-story building and got out. She had decided not to bring a human to contribute to the BYOH tonight. BYOH was always optional. Willow planned to attend the meeting and go the dinner with a friend at a restaurant down the street.

She looked up at the building. It seemed to be the same color as the sky overhead. It was Autumn, and at this time of year, the forecast usually showed only a long stretch of rain. Willow ignored the fat drops falling from the sky and didn’t bother with an umbrella. She wouldn’t get sick, sex demons never did. She didn’t worry about what she looked like either, even soaking wet, she was gorgeous. Succubi were considered beautiful under any circumstances, survival at its finest.

Adjusting her skirt, Willow walked into the building. She strolled down a short hallway then walked into a large room containing a circle of about thirty folding chairs in the middle. The walls were painted beige with no decorations, a nondescript multi-function room able to take on a theme at a moment’s notice. Off to one side, there were two long tables laid out with different dishes, desserts, and drinks. Willow glanced away from it to look for her friend Shelly.

She’d met Shelly Graham at the first SDA meeting she’d attended. Willow had gone to the one in Kent because the meeting happened on a day when it was convenient for her. She kept going because she had met Shelly and others that had become her friends. When Willow decided to continue attending, Shelly was already losing interest in them but decided to continue to go to spend time with Willow. I’ll go with you Will, Shelly said. But I happen to like being anonymous.

I don’t see how you can, Willow replied, It’s frustrating not to be remembered and not valued for being a person but as a sex object. The meetings remind me I’m a person, not just a succubus.

Shelly smiled. I find it thrilling when you see someone every day, and regardless of how they act towards you, you know their most private preferences. It’s exciting to know the prim man you ride the elevator with, who speaks to everyone in a brusque ‘don’t bother me’ voice, has a secret. He loves to have his ass spanked with a wooden paddle. We get to know all the sexy secrets people hide from others. Besides, you know as well as I do that sex demons who try to ‘expose’ themselves… she grinned, …are severely punished. Being anonymous allows us to hide in plain sight. Unless I find my mate, there’s no need for anyone to know who, or what I am. The world, as the saying goes, is my oyster.

Willow grinned remembering the conversation. Shelly was ever the optimist. Willow found her friend sitting in her usual seat on the left side of the room. Shelly was dressed in a blood red skirt and blazer set with a black satin blouse and three-inch black pumps. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back in a sleek chignon. Her cherry red lips curved into a smile and her blue eyes sparkled when she spied Willow.

Hi Sunshine, she greeted when Willow sat down next to her.

Hey, Willow replied.

How’s it going? Shelly smiled.

The same as always. Willow sighed and placed her handbag on her lap.

Let me guess, Shelly said. You slept with Chase last night, and he asked you out again, this morning?

Yes, Willow answered forlornly.

Is he boring you in the sack already? Shelly teased.

Willow scoffed. "No, but every time I