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Avery hadn’t been lying when he told Kian that parking was troublesome in Ozen’s neighborhood. He’d had to park Dorian’s car down the street, because it was the only spot available. When Dorian stopped beside it and fished out his keys, Kian made a strangled sound. Dorian looked up at him with a frown.
“What’s wrong?”
Eyes wide and mouth agape, Kian gestured at the vehicle. “Tell me that’s not actually your car.”
Dorian pursed his lips, trying to understand why Kian was reacting this way. “It is… Is it a problem?”
Kian’s eyes darted between Dorian and the car for a long moment before he finally asked, “Are you batman or something? Who needs a fancy car like this?”
Dorian snorted, pressing the button on the keyfob to unlock the car. “I’m generally careful with my money. Cars are an exception.” He stepped closer, trailing his fingers along Kian’s jaw. “I have an addiction to beautiful things.”
Kian’s eyes fluttered momentarily, and his response was breathy. “That was a smooth line. You don’t need to try that hard to get into my pants. I was going to get naked for you anyway when you came to my place for your next feeding.”
Dorian’s libido flared, and the apprehension he’d felt about taking Kian home fled instantly. He wanted to take his time exploring Kian. Having a space to themselves meant he didn’t need to worry about interruptions or well-meaning friends nearby listening in.
“I’m looking forward to it,” he murmured, his voice coming out a lot lower and grittier than normal. They both seemed to sway into each other, like one small move would make them both lose control and attack each other. It was only the reminder that they were in public that kept Dorian steady.
When they finally separated and Kian was tucked safely into the car, Dorian took a few deep breaths. He’d never felt that out of control before. He’d had lovers in the past, including a few serious ones, but none of them made him feel as out of control as he did with Kian. He had to wonder if this was because of whatever was going on with him medically or just his reaction to Kian in general. Either way, he had to pay more attention. This wasn’t who he was, and he didn’t like how feral he’d felt lately. He knew what could happen to a vampire who lost control. He didn’t want to hurt anyone. Especially not Kian.
Determined to keep his head on straight, he slid into the driver’s seat, biting back a smile at Kian’s wide eyed wonder as he took in the car’s interior.
“Where am I going?”
Kian looked around again and a slight smirk pulled at his lips. “The world’s fanciest car doesn’t have a digital display?”
Raising an eyebrow, Dorian started the car. The front display, which while the car was off looked like part of the dashboard, lit up and a welcome message flashed across the screen.
Kian snorted.“Oh god. Your car says ‘hello’ to you when you get in? That’s just insane.”
Dorian grinned, unrepentant. “It can also drive without my assistance, should I choose to. I only have to put in the desired destination.” He pressed a button on the display, pulling up the map. He shot Kian a smug grin and gestured to it, waiting for him to input his address.
Kian rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Goddess, you look like the Cheshire cat right now. You’re lucky I like seeing you smile. Cocky men don’t do it for me normally.”
“But I do?” Dorian asked. His tone said he was teasing, but deep down, he wanted an honest answer. He wanted to know he had Kian’s attention and what they were doing together wasn’t just to help with his reaction to Dorian’s feedings.
Kian hummed, leaning across the center console to whisper in his ear. “I don’t think there’s a single thing you could do that wouldn’t do it for me. Why don’t you turn on autopilot, and I’ll show you just how much.”
As much as it turned him on to think about what Kian would do to him, the thought of fooling around in his car was a little horrifying. What if they stained the leather?
Kian pulled back enough to see his face and cackled. “Alright, I see I’ve got my work cut out for me. I’m warning you now. I’m going to do everything I can to get you so worked up that you beg me to fuck you in your fancy car.”
Dorian’s breath escaped him in a rush. He’d known the fae were mischievous, but he’d never been on the receiving end of it before. Was it wrong that he looked forward to whatever tricks Kian had in mind?
CHAPTER THIRTY
Kian was bouncing as he headed into work. For the past week, he had been back in his own apartment, getting regular nookie from a sexy vampire, and he was free to go where he wanted without an annoying druid breathing down his neck. Things were good. He didn’t even get annoyed when people moved away from him on the elevator. Absolutely nothing could ruin his mood.
The office was quiet when he arrived on the top floor. Kian noticed Dorian always arrived before him, so he showed up a little earlier throughout the week to see if he could get here in time to make the vampire coffee. It was part of his job, and he had to be sneaky to get Dorian to let him do it, especially after the incident. He tried the first few days showing up demanding that Kian rest more and got chewed out for it. Kian felt fine. Great, even. He woke up energized and happy. He even could use his magic without issue. He didn’t need any more rest. Dorian finally accepted that after Kian proved just how energetic he was in bed together. After that, he backed down.
Flipping on the lights, he bustled into the breakroom. He’d noticed during his first week that no one came up to this floor but him and Dorian. At first he wondered if it was a deliberate choice, some CEOs liked to look important like that, but herealized after knowing Dorian for a while that he wasn’t like that. Which begged to question why he was alone up here until Kian showed up. When he finally asked, Dorian admitted he chose to put all resources in the other departments until they had more employees. He said he could handle his office. Kian chose not to point out how he overworked himself to the point of losing control. The vampire would just keep punishing himself.
He was watching the coffee percolate as he considered it for the dozenth time that week. Dorian didn’t need a fleet of receptionists or assistants, but more than one would probably be smarter. If Kian was away from his desk to eat his lunch or use the restroom, it was Dorian who had to answer the phones. And if someone showed up while Kian wasn’t around, they could march right into Dorian’s office without an appointment no matter how busy he was.
As if to prove his point, he heard the elevator ding and a voice call out. “Yoo hoo! Dorian! I need your opinion on something.”
With a sigh, Kian stepped out of the breakroom and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at Taron. “I don’t remember Dorian having any appointments this morning. Especially not before the work day actually begins.”
Taron grinned at him. “That’s because this is a personal question, not work related. Is he here yet?”
