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Did Tyler kiss Remy this way? Was that why Remy had so easily discarded twenty years of loyalty?

Caligo’s hands had moved from my face. One closed possessively around my hip, the grip almost firm enough to leave bruises. The other spread across my back, holding me flush against him.

No escape, a primal part of my brain pointed out.

The problem was that I didn’t want to escape. I wanted to keep kissing him.

A moan broke the silence, and it took me a moment to realize it had come from my throat

Embarrassing.

Maybe.

Something hard pressed against me and continued to grow.

He had a cock.

Where had that come from? He hadn’t had one before.

So far, my hands had remained at my sides, my fingers twitching in an ongoing battle against doing what came naturally during a kiss. The longer it continued, the more difficult resisting it became. My control snapped, and I lifted my hands.

What if there were nothing there? What if his solidity only worked one way?

I almost laughed when my fingers closed over solid, muscular biceps. I’d have to ask whether he worked out. My hands continued their exploration, discovering one hard plane of muscle after another as they traveled slowly toward his cock. A few more inches and I could wrap my hand around it.

A familiar creak sounded behind me.

The door.

My eyes snapped open.

No cock. No tongue in my mouth. No Caligo.

He’d blinked out of existence.

I had only a few seconds to throw myself onto the bed and tug a pillow over my crotch before Laura sauntered in. I thought I’d done a reasonable job of composing myself until her eyes narrowed.

“Are you all right?”

I nodded, feeling as though I had very little control over any part of my body. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You look flushed.” Her gaze dropped to the pillow covering my groin. “Oh, were you…?”

“No!” Her belief that I spent my days jerking off genuinely offended me.

She shrugged. “I wouldn’t exactly blame you. There’s not much else to do around here. You’ll check yourself out of this place only to book yourself into another clinic for excessive masturbation.”

“You might have to. I won’t.”

She grinned wickedly. “Whatever you say.”

Thankfully, my rebellious cock had subsided enough for me to pull the pillow away and demonstrate that I was indeed fully dressed beneath it.

“Anyway,” I said. “What are you doing here?”

She grimaced. “I thought you might need someone to talk to.”

“About?” My mind immediately jumped to the possibility that she knew what Caligo and I had been doing.