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“Have there been more notes?”

He realized he hadn’t told her about the figurine or the man who’d come into his house. Probably shouldn’t because it would just freak her out. “Yes, but I feel completely safe with Callan here.”

“You’re feeling something, all right,” she murmured. Waving her hand between them, she asked, “So this is how you two are passing the time? Shouldn’t you be, oh, I don’t know, trying to figure out who is watching you?”

“We have been doing that. But whoever it is isn’t leaving any clues, so it’s impossible to know.” He couldn’t very well tell her his stalker was a wizard who could instantaneously travel from one spot to another. She had no idea magic existed. She didn’t see Callan’s horns or his gray skin—she just saw a huge man. One who was sleeping with her brother. He supposed he could understand her concern. She had hired the guy after all.

“Look, Gabby. We’re doing what we can to figure this out and, well…” He glanced up at Callan. “We’re attracted to each other.”

Callan grunted. “It’s more than that.”

“It is?” Gabby narrowed her eyes. “You’re what, dating now?”

“Yes.” Callan emphasized the word heavily.

They were? He continued to gaze at Callan. Maybe that hope for a boyfriend was really coming true. They were having a lot of sex, yes. And Callan seemed really fond of him. Then there were all the gifts. The used hoodie meant something important to Callan, that much Lonnie understood. When Callan tilted his head down to look at Lonnie, there was so much affection in those brown eyes, Lonnie held his breath.

“Oh,” his sister breathed softly.

When he looked at her, she was smiling. She picked up her purse.

“I’m just going to leave you two to continue.”

Lonnie walked to the door to see her out, but she moved to Callan first.

“Please treat him right. He’s a wonderful person who deserves someone who sees that.”

Callan nodded. “I know.”

“Man of few words, I see. Lonnie will make up for that.” She winked at Lonnie, then walked to him to hug him. She whispered into his ear. “Rawr, he’s hot.”

“Right? How’d I get so lucky?”

She just shook her head. “Callan’s the lucky one, you doofus.”

Chapter Eighteen

Lonnie

Lonnie looked up from his desk in the classroom to find Callan’s hot gaze locked on him. He sucked in a deep breath, thankful for that desk, because his cock immediately hardened. It was like he could actually see Callan imagining them having sex. The demon’s nostrils were flared, his lips slightly parted. Even his cheeks were flushed.

Nobody had ever looked at him like that, and it was heady stuff. It thrilled him to know that he, a boring teacher, could bring out that kind of desire in someone as powerful and intense as Callan.

He began to watch the clock, and as soon as all his students left, he jumped up, hurried to Callan, and held out his hand. “Come with me. Quickly. We’ve got just enough time before my next class.”

Callan didn’t question him, just stood and clasped their hands together. Lonnie practically ran to his office, shoved Callan inside, and locked the door behind them.

Then he dropped to his knees, looking up at Callan as he undid his jeans. “You looked like you needed this,” he said,pitching his voice low. “And while I do this, I want you to tell me just what you were imagining while I was teaching my class, because the look on your face told me it was something really good.”

“You know I’m not so good with words.”

“I want you to try. For me.” He pushed down Callan’s pants and underwear and pulled out that long, thick cock. “Fuck, I love your dick.” He held the base and sucked the tip into his mouth. He kept his gaze on Callan’s face the whole time, loving the way his mouth opened and he started to pant. Those dark, hooded eyes watched avidly as Lonnie took more of his cock into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the tip, relishing the bitter precum on his taste buds.

Tightening his fingers, he used his hand to stroke the bottom half while he increased the suction on the upper.

Callan gasped, hands reaching for Lonnie’s hair. He growled as he pulled it out of the knot, running his fingers through it.

Lonnie pulled off, whispering, “What were you picturing in your head?”

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