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Lirael's POV

I wait for as long as I can—until I’ve bid on, and won, a weekend in Aspen—and then I get us out of there. I messaged our driver to tell him to meet us out the front, and he’s waiting when we come out. I glance at Zephyra out of the corner of my eye. Her cheeks are beautifully flushed, and it’s not the heat that’s causing it. She knows exactly what will happen as soon as we’re in the car.

After getting her so close to orgasm earlier, she’s probably been feeling every bit as frustrated as I have.

Fucking Scottie. I don’t know what game she’s playing, but I’ll have to talk to her when we get back to New York. I’ve dismissed the signs I’ve noticed recently—the reluctance to leave after we’ve finished fucking, the attempts to make me jealous. Either she’s started to get attached or she has some other ulterior motive. I need to find out which it is and address it either way.

But it’s not something to think about now. Not when the driver is opening the door and Zephyra is slidi