Max's Long Night: Lily Quinn, #5

By Natalie Severine and Eric Severine

My name is Maxwell Ferguson. Max. My best friend is Lily Quinn… but she's probably not like your best friend. For one, she's not entirely human. Lily's half succubus and uses the power that sex gives her to hunt down monsters on behalf of the College of wizards. So let's just say that being Lily's friend can get really interesting.

Now she's invited me out to dinner for Valentine's Day. The restaurant is nice and everything seems pretty normal so far, but there's no way things will go that smoothly. You know Lily better than that. What have I gotten myself into this time?

This and all Lily Quinn stories contain graphic depictions of sexual acts. Lots of them. There's other stuff, too, like fun stories and crazy adventures, but these books are definitely for adults only.

You have been warned. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Loose Leaf Stories
• Release date: Oct 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781643190204

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Copyright © 2016

Natalie & Eric Severine

and Loose Leaf Stories

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ISBN: 9781643190204

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Cover art by Gwynn Tavares

Edited by J. Cameron McClain, Amber Presley and Miss Valentine

This is a work of erotic fiction.

It is not intended for minors.

All characters, organizations, places and events portrayed in this book are either the product of the authors’ imagination or are used fictitiously.

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CONTENTS

Max’s Long Night

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Max’s Long Night

The restaurant sat in the middle of downtown like a diamond in its setting – shining, beautiful and way out­side my price range. But Lily picked the place and I really couldn’t decline her invitation. Have you ever tried saying no to Lilith Quinn? I dare you.

On second thought, don’t. You might get hurt. Badly.

The name of the restaurant was something long and French that I couldn’t pronounce. A young woman in a fitted black vest opened the door at my approach.

Uh, thanks, I said.

The woman smiled and closed the door behind me before too much of the February cold could get through. Inside, dinner was in full swing and well-dressed couples sat at every table. There was nothing metaphorical about the diamonds sparkling at their throats and ears. I saw cufflinks that cost more than I made in a year. Back when I had a job at all.

I felt more out of place in that restaurant than I ever had as the only guy in my high school home economics class. In my tailored suit, I almost would have blended in… but my jacket was still balled up in the passenger seat of my truck and my shirt sleeves were still rolled up to my elbows. I didn’t dare pull them down, either, and not just because I didn’t even own a pair of cufflinks.

Behind something that looked suspiciously like a polished ma­hogany podium, the host – or in a restaurant like this, I suppose he was a maître d’ – inspected me with a raised eyebrow.

Uh, hi, I said. I’m here to meet Lilith Quinn.

His eyebrow jumped up a little higher, but he just inclined his head and escorted me back to a small white-draped table beneath a tall, narrow window. I’m sure the view outside was great, but my eyes didn’t make it that far.

Lily was already seated at the table, of course, and she looked gor­geous. She wore a long, clinging black dress with no sleeves and a matching black silk choker around her neck. Her red hair cas­caded over one shoulder like something on fire.

Sorry I’m late, Lil, I said. You look amazing.

I sat down into the chair opposite Lily and she smiled brightly, waving off my apology. She’s never been much for formalities. If Lily picked this restaurant, it wasn’t to impress me or anyone else. And to judge by the delicious smells coming