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“That’s enough,” Zuri lied, voice too soft.

Reaching back for her again, Marisol was so warm when she grabbed her thigh and silently asked her to return. Hips still rocking and shorts a quarter of the way up her?—

No.

“Elena, stop,” Zuri demanded. This time, she slipped her fingers in Elena’s silky hair and made a fist.

When she yanked her head back, she had to clench her teeth to stifle her curse. Before she could let the sight obliterate her good sense, she let go of Elena’s hair and wiped Marisol off her lips with her thumb.

Catching her before she could take it away, Elena grabbed her by the wrist and ran her tongue over her thumb as if not to waste a drop. But Zuri knew better. Knew that Elena remembered that the sight made Zuri’s body thrum with arousal.

Before she could slip away, Marisol was reaching for her again. Finding her other hand, tugging her closer. Bringing her back so Zuri was flush against her back. Pulling her arm around her like all she wanted in the world was to be held.

“That was…” Marisol’s voice was distant and thick with the same need blazing in Elena’s half-lidded eyes. The one that Zuri couldn’t let herself want to ignite. “Not what I expected.”

If only Bambi didn’t feel so fucking good pressed against her. Zuri shook off the thought, telling herself that she was only holding her while she came down from the shattering high ofElena’s mouth. It was normal aftercare. She’d done it for more than one perfect stranger before. It didn’t mean anything.

“Well?” Zuri snapped, pulse vibrating in her neck and wishing Elena couldn’t read every change in her body.

Elena’s gaze drifted up Marisol’s body, still moving ever so slowly, and landed on Zuri. With a lazy half smile, Elena made a sound in her throat.

“Well, I’d very much like to have sex with both of you right now?—”

With a sigh, Marisol gripped Zuri’s hand tighter and ran it down her abdomen. Giving in would be so easy. They could all die tomorrow and she would’ve deprived herself for nothing.

“And it was a delightful distraction from the pain.”

Shit.

Zuri focused on the point of the exercise. It wasn’t about having incredibly reckless sex with her ex and the poor woman she’d dragged into her disaster area. “I thought it would work,” she muttered.

She should have guessed nothing would ever be easy with Elena. Of course she was going to have to figure out how the hell to unlock a brand of magic she’d never seen in her life in order to save her.

“Maybe if I bite,” Elena said hungrily, fangs as long and pointed as Zuri had ever seen them.

“Put your erection away,” Zuri snapped, bringing her heart rate down and concentrating on the goal. “We don’t have time for your fuckery.”

Elena grinned, teeth appearing human again. “You sure? You used to love the way I fuck?—”

“If you want to get caught unable to stand by some vamp with a vendetta, then go ahead.” Zuri tore herself away from Marisol’s body. “Have at it. I’ll figure out how to fix both of you by myself then.”

Elena’s response was a breathy chuckle and an all too knowing glance. But she eased back, looking smug and irritatingly gorgeous when she put up her hands in performative submission.

Sliding off of Elena on noticeably wobbly legs, Bambi was flushed and sexy and so hard to look at. “Do you have a first aid kit?” Her voice, husky and breathless, followed Zuri into the kitchen.

God, did her voice have to sound like that?

Zuri turned away from her, pulse pounding harder with each step. She rummaged through a cabinet, pulling out a battered metal box. She didn’t need to look to know that Marisol was watching her, her presence a tangible heat against Zuri’s back.

Focus, she told herself, her fingers fumbling with the latch on the box.

“I can do it,” Marisol said from where she sat at the kitchen table, eyes glossy and voice still too soft. “It’s kind of the only thing I’m equipped to handle here,” she added with a soft chuckle.

“Don’t be stupid,” Zuri barked.

Instead of tugging her shirt down, Marisol pulled the tank top over her head and dropped it into her lap. Blue bra bright against her fair, freckled skin. Working as a nurse was apparently conducive to a Pilates body, athletic and strong.

Fuck my entire life.