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I all but melt into him as he nibbles his way down host overhis journey back up ether like this, nothing else exists His tongue slips between rowl in the back of his throat sends vibrations straight through my body

We adjust our heads, deepening the lip lock I lose myself in the irresistible combination of French toast and him His cleverin s He helps me maneuver my body to straddle his lap

I ues circle lazily I grind into his lap, and his breath catches I s buttons, we play to see who can outlast the other

His fangs ski roan We take turns sucking the wounds, es My level in ical well skyrockets

A throat clears Pots and pans rattle, and the dish clatters onto the counter I groan as we pull apart, resting our foreheads together

“Don’t stop on our account,” Marcellus drawls

“How long until our next vacation?” I whisper, thinking of the enchanted teeks we’d taken off froo

“Too long” Cristobal clears his throat “I assu us”

“There’s a coffin out front Does that qualify as a seency?” Marcellus asks

“Oh, that’s mine”

“You’re taking this va to a whole new level, huh?” Luz says

“What? No It’s for a new case I’le free, and hop down fro his cheek before I head toward the front door Duty calls

Chapter Two

The laboratory is a blast from the past complete with bunsen burners, candles, and slate-topped workstations It looks round than our forensic headquarters Dressed smartly in a pair of black slacks, and a white labcoat, Miles is every inch the professional He’s tamed his chestnut curls with a shortcut and a side part I’m proud of his conversion from absentminded librarian to the brilliant scientist Since we’ve started to give hileeful Minds like his require constant engagement

“What exactly alances down at the modern microscope that blends seaed in his space I never appreciated his past as much as I have recently A scholar, he was at the forefront of medical procedures in his time, which makes him the perfect lab tech