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The poor guy’s face turns beet red, and he stares at me like I just insulted his entire family. He finishes the sale in record time, practically slams our bag onto the counter, and bolts like the store’s on fire. I can’t help but laugh as we head for the exit.

“That was a little mean, mate,” Mika chides, though his grin says he isn’t mad about it. “You got that poor guy all flustered.”

I roll my eyes, tossing the bag into the truck. “He was already flustered before I opened my mouth. Ignorant, too. Guarantee you, he thinks being gay automatically makes someone a deviant pervert who humps anything male within a ten-foot radius.”

Mika slides into the driver’s seat, shaking his head. “I don’t know, babe,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to that deep, sexy tone that makes my stomach flip. “Our fucking can get kind of deviant, don’t you think?”

The heat in his words shoots straight to my cock, and I groan as he starts the truck.

“Yeah,” I admit, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs, “but our deviant fucking stays between us. And it damn well better stay that way.”

Mika smirks, pulling onto the main road. “Oh, mate, it’ll stay between us, all right. Between us, in you, in me… Mmm.”

Hetosses me a pocketknife, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts just long enough to focus on the task at hand—opening the damn charger.

I glance down at the package, realizinThe store isn’t particularly busy, but Mika and I still draw attention as we make our way through the aisles. Most of it is simple curiosity, but a few people glare at us with barely concealed distaste. I notice it, but I don’t let it bother me. Mika doesn’t seem to care either, his focus entirely on me, as always. As long as we’re together, nothing else matters.

I’m on a mission, scanning the wall of phone chargers for something that’ll work for Todd’s phone. Ideally, I want a car charger so we can start digging through the phone, but at this point, I’ll take whatever I can get. Mika stands nearby, silent but radiating support. I catch him grinning at me out of the corner of my eye, but I’m too focused to ask what’s so funny. The man’s just too sexy, biting his lower lip like that.

Finally, I let out a triumphant shriek and yank the right charger off the rack, holding it up like I’ve just found the Holy Grail. “Got it! Let’s—” My voice falters as I glance at Mika. He’s looking at me with that heated, hungry gaze that makes my stomach flip and my cock twitch, like he wants to bend me over the display and fuck me right in the store. I can practically feel him undressing me with his eyes, and I’m not exactly subtle about staring back.

Mika’s eyes drop to my jeans, and I know he’s spotted the bulge pressing against the fabric. Damn it, my cock has zero sense of timing.

“We should, um, pay for this and go. Now,” I mumble, spinning on my heel and heading for the electronics cashier at full speed. Behind me, I hear Mika chuckle, his footsteps heavy and deliberate as he follows.

When we reach the counter, the clerk looks up, startled. His gaze bounces between me and Mika, and his expression shifts to something I can only describe as flabbergasted. Yup, that’s the perfect word, flabbergasted. I want to laugh at the poor guy, but I’m too busy trying to pretend I’m not seconds away from dragging Mika into the nearest secluded corner.

The clerk fumbles with the charger, scanning it quickly before muttering the total. Mika doesn’t say a word, but I can feel the heat of his presence behind me, a constant reminder of the tension thrumming between us.

“Will…will that be, uh, all for you?” The clerk’s voice trembles like he’s afraid one of us is about to jump the counter and assault him. Mika bristles beside me, and I can practically feel his annoyance simmering. If he could speak his mind without starting a scene, he’d probably ask the guy if he really thought being gay meant we wanted to fuck every man in sigh. Mika’s frustration radiates off him, but I shoot him a wink, letting him know I’ve got this.

I turn back to the clerk, smiling just enough to make him squirm. “I can assure you, that is certainly all for me.”

The poor guy’s face turns beet red, and he stares at me like I just insulted his entire family. He finishes the sale in record time, practically slams our bag onto the counter, and bolts like the store’s on fire. I can’t help but laugh as we head for the exit.

“That was a little mean, mate,” Mika chides, though his grin says he isn’t mad about it. “You got that poor guy all flustered.”

I roll my eyes, tossing the bag into the truck. “He was already flustered before I opened my mouth. Ignorant, too. Guarantee you, he thinks being gay automatically makes someone a deviant pervert who humps anything male within a ten-foot radius.”

Mika slides into the driver’s seat, shaking his head. “I don’t know, babe,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to that deep, sexy tone that makes my stomach flip. “Our fucking can get kind of deviant, don’t you think?”

The heat in his words shoots straight to my cock, and I groan as he starts the truck.

“Yeah,” I admit, trying to ignore the throbbing between my legs, “but our deviant fucking stays between us. And it damn well better stay that way.”

Mika smirks, pulling onto the main road. “Oh, mate, it’ll stay between us, all right. Between us, in you, in me… Mmm.”

He tosses me a pocketknife, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts just long enough to focus on the task at hand—opening the damn charger.

I glance down at the package, realizing I’m in no state to handle sharp objects. My mind’s too busy replaying the images Mika just planted there.

“Babe,” Mika snaps his fingers in front of my face, his amusement evident. “Earth to Gabriel. You gonna open that thing?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumble, fumbling with the knife. “Why do they make these packages such a pain in the ass to open?” Gabe muttered. “I just know some sadistic bastard designed the packages with every intention of frustrating the shit out of people. I’ll bet he or she is rolling in the big bucks and laughing their butt off.”

Mika chuckles softly, probably amused by my mini rant, and leans back, watching me with that infuriatingly smug grin of his. I grunt as I finally rip the plastic apart, dropping the knife onto the floor in the process.

“Careful, babe,” Mika says, his voice tinged with genuine concern. “Don’t want to poke yourself with that thing.”

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