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She held up a placating hand. “I just want to say—just once—that I really, really appreciate all the help you’ve been giving me at the bar. I know you don’t need the money and that you’re overqualified by like a million. I guess I just—I just like having you there. You make me laugh without even trying. It doesn’t feel as stressful when you’re around.”

Jamie leaned his head against her shoulder, crunching the cereal between his teeth. “Love you too, Monique.”

Jamie wrinkled his nose at the firm, fuzzy orb that was being thrust in front of his face. “I don’t trust them.”

Luc gave a reproachful sigh. “I don’t understand.”

Jamie shifted in Luc’s lap, where he was positioned sidesaddle over Luc’s firm thighs on one of the kitchen chairs. “I just don’t. I’ve been fooled before.”

Luc huffed. “What is there to trust? It’s a fruit.” Luc held the peach up in demonstration in front of Jamie’s face. The small fruit was easily dwarfed by his large hand. “There is no trust or distrust. Only chew and swallow.”

Jamie shook his head, pushing the fruit away. “Nuh-uh. Every time I’ve tried a peach, I always think I’m going to get a bite of deliciousness, and instead it’s either mealy or weirdly crunchy.” He twisted his lips in distaste. “Gross.”

“These are perfectly ripe.” Luc tapped the side of his nose with one finger. “I can tell. Enhanced senses, flower.”

In Jamie’s personal opinion, there were probably a million better, more interesting ways to use enhanced senses than sussing out the ripeness of peaches, but he kept that to himself. “Why do you want me to eat this peach so badly?” he asked instead.

Because in Jamie’s opinion, there were also a million better, more interesting things they could be doing with the fact that they were all alone in his house.

Jamie had been stunned when Luc had arrived back from his “errands” with a bag of peaches in hand, claiming he’d stopped at a farmer’s market in town. For what possible reason, Jamie hadn’t been able to fathom.

But apparently his vampire’s watching-Jamie-eat fetish had taken a very specific turn. Luc was absolutely fixated on the peach thing.

Luc sighed again and placed the fruit on the table, toying with a piece of Jamie’s hair with his free hand. “They were a delicacy when I was young,” he explained. “I never tasted anything as delicious as my first peach.” Luc ran his nose along Jamie’s cheek, raising goose bumps all along Jamie’s arms. “Until you.”

Oh. Jamie liked the direction this was taking now. “What do I taste like to you?” he asked, eager to turn this conversation in a sexier direction.

Luc’s lips quirked, and he gave Jamie’s hair a little tug, as if he knew Jamie’s intentions with his line of questioning. “Cinnamon first. Sharp and bright. But then underneath”—he lifted the peach again, turning it in his hand—“a certain…sweetness.”

The peach fixation was making sense now.

“So you’re trying to get me to taste myself?” Jamie asked, more than a little delighted. “How kinky of you. But I can think of a few other, more, um…orgasmyways we could manage that.”

Luc scowled at him, although Jamie could feel his vampire’s cock twitching in interest underneath him. “If you don’t want it…”

It was adorable how irritated he was by Jamie’s reluctance. He decided he’d teased his vampire enough, swinging his body around in one smooth motion until he was straddling Luc’s thighs and facing him head-on. “I’ll eat it if you feed it to me,” he offered.

Luc’s black eyes lit up, and a little rumbly purr left his chest. He brought the peach forward to Jamie’s mouth, and Jamie leaned forward to take his first taste, deciding if he was going in, he was going all in. No delicate nibbles for him. Jamie took the largest bite he could manage—locking eyes with his vampire the whole time—and hummed in surprise at the burst of flavor on his tongue.

Oh. That was actually pretty nice.

Luc was right. The peach was perfectly ripe.

Luc was watching him chew with intense fascination, his heated focus fascinating Jamie in turn. What was it exactly that Luc got out of this?

He was so distracted by the rapt attention Luc was paying his every move that it took Jamie a second to register the juice dripping down his chin. He lifted his hand to brush it off, but Luc’s mouth got there first.

Jamie sighed in pleasure as his vampire licked along the trail of juice before sucking a multitude of kisses along his jawline, up to his lips. “Your monster okay with peach juice?”

“If it’s on your skin, my monster is okay with just about anything,” Luc murmured, pressing another kiss to the corner of Jamie’s mouth.

Jamie breathed a laugh, but it was cut off as Luc captured his lips more firmly, his tongue sweeping into Jamie’s mouth, licking out the taste of peaches and taking it for his own.

He loved the way Luc kissed him. Like he was devouring him.

Jamie squirmed in delight as Luc’s fingers dug into his ass, drawing him in until their clothed cocks were rubbing against each other.

“I want to be inside you,” Luc said, his voice huskier than before.

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