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Chest aching, I deepened the kiss, shivering at the cool, sweet taste of his mouth. It quickly grew feverish, our tongues tangling as our dicks flared to life, rubbing together.

“Do you have to go yet?” Elliot murmured. He was already tugging me out of the room, back toward his bed.

I really should go. My mom would start interrogating me in the morning if she heard me get home really late, asking questions I wasn’t ready to answer. But suddenly, that didn’t feel so worrisome. My life was stretching out in front of me now, free and full of possibilities I never thought I’d have.

“Fuck it,” I mumbled against Elliot’s mouth. “I can stay a bit longer.”

He broke the kiss to stare at me, mouth stretching into an evil grin. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you say ‘fuck.’”

I flushed with a sheepish chuckle. “I know, I know. I’m a dork.”

“You’re perfect.” He kissed me again, then smirked. “Say it again.”

I burst out laughing, feeling lighter than I ever had. “Fuck.”

“Mmm.” Elliot pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me, all smooth pale skin and lean limbs and frisky hands. “Now say it while your dick is inside me.”

So I did. Repeatedly.

Chapter Eighteen

Elliot

“What’s got you so freaking happy?” Johnny asked as I whistled tunelessly while ladling broth into containers.

I grinned to myself. “Knowing your shift’s about to end, dipshit.”

That wasn’t the real reason, but it did help. No, the real reason was that Ricky had moved in yesterday, which meant we’d finally gotten to have our first official night together. The whole night. As ‘roommates.’ Who shared a bed.

And fucked a lot. Like, all the time.

Rather than shutting up, Johnny appeared in my periphery as he leaned his hip on the counter, arms crossed. “Paul said he saw you coming into work this morning with that human dude in the other kitchen. The new one.”

I shot him an unimpressed glance as I reached for the lids. “Yeah, and? We’re roommates.”

Johnny’s eyes bugged out of his head. “What? For real? You’re roommates with a human? Grody, dude. Why?”

“He needed to find a place, and I had a spare room.” I snapped the lids onto the containers. “Why’re you wigging out? Not like it’s any of your fuckin’ business.”

“Uh, because it’s weird, dude.” He paused, head cocking. “Don’t you, like, get the urge to go in there and eat him while he’s sleeping?”

I snorted, a wide grin stretching my mouth. Oh, I got the urge all right, and I indulged in it as often as possible, just not while Ricky was sleeping. The other night, I’d introduced him to the wonders of rimming. He was already addicted.

I glanced at Johnny as I scooped several handfuls of croutons into a separate container. Ghouls liked ’em to still be crunchy when they ate their broth. “Maybe you shouldn’t work in a mall filled with humans if you lack that much self-control, dude.”

He scowled. “I have a ton of self-control, assface. I’m just saying. Plus, doesn’t he see your food in the fridge? What if he accidentally eats it?”

“He doesn’t eat my food because he’s not an asshole.” I slid all the containers into a bag and turned, holding it out to him. “Take this out, then get lost. Your shift’s over.”

Huffing, Johnny took the bag and turned to leave. “Dick. Later, Paul.”

“Um, yeah,” Paul said hesitantly while chopping carrots. “Later.”

Once Johnny was gone, I felt Paul look over at me as I stabbed the receipt onto the spike and moved on to the next order.

“Um, hey, sorry,” he said awkwardly. “I wasn’t, like, snarking or anything. I just mentioned seeing you and, uh…”

“Ricky.”