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Sex-Crazed Desperado

“AWEEK AND FOUR DAYS,” I complained, sat in front of some bush like an over-dressed, highly weaponized forest person.

But seriously, what was my thing with bushes? Should I start a garden of them because I seemed to be stuck beside one with every hot guy I met. I genuinely couldn’t tell if bushes were a blessing or curse anymore.

“A week. Four days,” I repeated singularly.

And it’s hot as hell.

I wiped sweat from my forehead, idly wondering why perspiration would even be necessary for a mutated vampire hunter. But hey, very little about my existence made sense these days.

“You’ve said that several times today,” Phillip remarked, leaned up against a tree in his obnoxiously erotic way. “I’ve been here too, you know.” He checked his watch, bringing my gaze right to his strong forearm and reigniting the urge to run my tongue over it.

I’m almost certain I’m a nymphomaniac.

“Kris and Sloan will switch with us in an hour.”

“But like, I’ve missed this much school for...what? What are we even doing right now?” I eyed the stone, which was apparently the entrance to our goblin community squatters. “Graduation is only two weeks away now. Not to mention my birthday is this coming week, and I don’t want to be covered in goblin goo to celebrate it.”

“It’d be fitting, at least.”

I glared, only making his smile broaden.

“Celebrating is just tedious after the first five decades.” Phillip’s eyes sparkled with forlorn memories. “You’ll learn the Organization doesn’t work on your timeline. It tends to work on its own. If we have reinforcements here by the end of the week, that’ll be fast for our dear employers.”

“Fantastic.”

Not only was I bored, but I’d been stuck with the sexy bastard every second of every day for the last week and a half. Nothing remotely sexual happened, but that didn’t stop my hormone-addled brain from concocting the most desperate, explicit fantasies it could.

It begged the question which one of us was really the sex-crazed desperado. Ask me a month ago and I’d say it was Phil by a long shot. Today, I couldn’t honestly claim I hadn’t considered begging him to just have at it, consequences and better judgment be damned.

You couldn’t pay me enough to admit out loud that he’d seriously rocked my world with his sultry hips and tough-and-rough sex.

But he had.

Incidentally, I managed to admit it many times to myself. Sort of turned into my daily thought circle—how he was bad news and I shouldn’t, but the dude was crazy hot and also a sex god, so maybe I should just enjoy it.

“Once you pop, the fun don’t stop.”