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“Valid,” Zee said.

“The stick set light to the drapes, and right now there’s about two hundred gremlins trying to put it out.”

Oh dear. “Tom, you need to get back there.”

“Oh do I now? Tom come here. Tom go back. Are you the boss of me?”

“Uhm, yeah? I am.” I think? Was I? I wasn’t sure anymore.

He rolled his eyes. “Save us, Tom. Put out fires, Tom. I do not get paid enough to fix your clusterfucks.” His outline sparkled, turning to static, and Zee’s phone on the table lit up. “Next you’ll be telling me you don’t know the food in this place is all drugged.”

“Wait . . . what?!”

Too late, his ghostly figure swooshed into the phone, making it twitch, and he was gone.

Zee blinked. “Did he just say the food is drugged?”

“Yeah, and he’d know.”

“Fuck, those tiny sandwiches were the best.”

“That’s why it’s all free.” And we’d been eating it—lollipops, quiches, sandwiches, chips, all of it.

“I don’t feel drugged.” Zee braced both arms behind him on the bed. “And I’ve been drugged a lot.”

I didn’t feel any different either. “Maybe we haven’t eaten enough of it?” Or we were powerful enough to resist its effects. “No more lollipops.”

“Ugh, fuck my life.” Zee flopped backwards onto the bed and blinked at the ceiling. “This place sucks. Being on the run sucks. Being jealous sucks. Everything sucks.”

I placed the key on the table. Alright, we couldn’t investigate the chandelier until the lobby was clear, which would be at night. That meant we had a few hours to kill.

My gaze settled on Zee, dramatically flopped on the bed, arms akimbo, knees spread, and grumpy because he was hungry. I could help with that. Maybe help both of us relax. “Do I suck?”

He heard the teasing in my tone, probably sensed where my mind was going too, and lifted his head to peer down his body at me. “Kitten, you don’t suck, unless you wanna suck? I’m all for sucking, especially if you’re doin’ the sucking part.”

“I can suck.” I shrugged, playing it cute. “For you.”

Zee’s slow smile lured me across the room so I could slot my legs neatly between his knees. He propped himself up on his arms again, putting us at the same height. “Hey there, Kitten.”

“Hey.” Heat warmed my veins and quickened my heart. Zee had a way of looking into me and knowing exactly what I needed—what we both needed. It was part of being an incubus, or maybe it was all Zee, but I liked it either way.

“You wanna fuck around an’ find out?” he asked, eyebrows jumping.

“Always.” It was impossible to be around Zee and not want him. He was at his most sexy when not even trying—like now and most of the time—when he was just being Zee. I loved him the most when he didn’t know I was watching him, when he was concentrating on something, or when he was in full swing telling Victor some kind of joke or story. I loved him when he smiled, like he smiled now . . . all soft and knowing, filled with warmth and compassion. He pretended not to care about anything, when anyone who knew him knew he cared about everything.

I stroked my hands up both of his firm thighs, scrunching his pants fabric, then skimmed over bare skin where his waistband gave way to his hips. He smirked, content to let me explore.

I knew his body like I knew my own, but touching him never got dull. It wasn’t just about his gorgeous body, though. Zee was even more beautiful on the inside, and it was a crime that most people didn’t bother to look past the showy sex demon. Still, it meant Victor and I got him all to ourselves, and there was a lot of him to go around.

The impressive bulge in his trousers was proof of that.

That was my mission. My destination. It was just me and him and a few hours until the evening. We had time.

“Bet nobody’s had a dragon eye them like lunch and survived what came next.”

“That’s probably true,” I laughed, then dropped my gaze to his belt and swiftly unbuckled it. His abs trembled under my knuckles; his breaths snatched too. It felt good, hearing him react to this, and not just like it was another go-around. He’d been with thousands of people, but with us—with me and Victor—he was always our Zee, the real Zee. The one nobody else got to see. The demon we loved.

“Hey . . .”