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Yeah, okay, we’d really needed this. More than either of us had realized.
Sliding his teeth from my neck, he lapped at the bite, unleashing a little wave of shivers through me, and we stood for a while, panting, coming down off the high of being together.
“Are you well, my dear?”
I should have been asking him the same. Turning in his arms, I reached up and smacked a messy kiss on his lips. A kiss that turned even more ragged and wild when he devoured me back. We were both definitely well.
Zee’s chaotic knocks landed on the bathroom door. “Uhm, guys? As much as I’m secondhand getting off on your fuckfest, we’re kinda on the TV.”
I was tempted to ignore it. Whatever it was could wait. Victor and I were enjoying a moment.
“You know what?” Zee added. “Meh, never mind. It’s just boring pictures of Adam. Probably not important.”
Victor bumped his forehead to mine.
“Wait, actually—fuck—so we should probably not go out for a while,” Zee continued to narrate through the closed door. “Wanted for murder . . . yaddah yaddah. Was Gideon Cain the real hero . . . blah blah. SOS Heroes or villains? Fuck, that one’s just rage bait.”
I closed my eyes. “Oh dear.”
“Stop the SOS Threesome,” he went on.
Victor sighed. “Alright, we are coming.”
“You already came, Daddy Spice. But best get your fine ass out here. Looks as though we’re about to go viral for all the wrong reasons.”
I turned the shower knobs, switching off the water, and took the fluffy gown that Victor held out. He stripped out of his wet clothes and wrapped a towel around his middle.
“One post on my socials will clear this right up,” Zee continued.
I yanked open the door to find Zee tapping at his phone and a huge picture of me on the massive TV on the living room wall. Victor zipped past, snatched Zee’s phone, and tossed it out the open sliding doors. It landed with a plop in the pool.
“Excuse moi?” Zee blinked at Victor, his hand still out as if cradling the missing phone.
“Did you learn nothing from the Oreo misadventure?” Victor snapped. “One misplaced word or image and our location is compromised.”
“Nuh-uh. You did not just toss my phone.” Waggling a finger, Zee frowned. “Stop distracting me with your washboard abs dappled by tiny droplets of water that make me wanna come over there, drop to my knees, and lick every one of ’em right off—am I saying this out loud?”
“Perhaps use your thinking voice?” Victor suggested. “The voice in your head, that you don’t have to share with everyone?”
“Ha, that’s where you’re wrong, Fancy Fangs. You assume I think before I speak.”
“Alas, of that personality flaw, we are all very aware.” Victor stopped in front of the TV and we took a moment to watch the report. We were being blamed for the murder of the chef at the Stephanie Hotel. But also, suspicions had fallen on the whereabouts of the well-known Razorsedge businessman, Sebastien, and whether the sorcerer Gideon Cain had actually been trying to stop Victor Reynard from using his company, Reynard Technologies, for nefarious purposes.
“This reporting is most unsettling, and rather damning.”
It did look bad. “And we’re not there to defend ourselves.”
“And oops, we can’t even call Leomaris to back us up, because thanks to Shirtless Daddy my phone is taking a fuckin’ swim.”
“Where’s your phone?” I asked Victor.
“The battery died days ago. I did not bring charging equipment, and the minivan is poorly equipped with such things. There’s no need to be concerned, though. We will find a public phone.”
Zee scoffed. “What are you, like nine hundred and ninety-nine years old? There are no public phones.”
“Okay, so let’s ask Toby if we can borrow his?” I suggested. “He said he’d be back later.”
“Assuming he has not turned on a TV or seen any headlines regarding the SOS Threesome.” Victor quoted that last part as the ticker slid across the bottom of the screen. “Oh dear, indeed.”
