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“I—yes.” She glances at me with a bit more confusion.

“Camille asked me to look out for you,” Sybil supplies. “Not in a naked way, though I’m up for that if you are.”

Sara’s eyes widen as Kora looks pained by her wife’s brash greeting. I hold out an arm and Sara steps into my embrace. Herhair smells like marshmallow and I’m hit with a primitive urge to devour her on the spot.

“Welcome to my world.” I plant a soft kiss on her forehead. “Only in the Jilted Brides universe is it acceptable to smack your boss’s wife’s ass while discussing your work schedule.”

“Acceptable?” Sybil laughs. “Honey, it’sencouraged.”

“Hello again, Sara.” Always a polished professional, Kora greets our guest. “Please allow me to apologize for the fact that my staff can sometimes behave like wild animals.”

I can’t resist trumpeting like an elephant while Sybil flails her arms and makes monkey sounds. On a branch right behind her, the CEO’s parrot flaps his wings and squawks.

“Fellatio!” he shouts. “Fellatio!”

Sara looks up at the tree. “Is that McFly?”

“Yep,” I say. “Camille must’ve mentioned him?”

“She did.” Her gaze shifts to Sybil and she blushes. “And I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Sybil smiles. “Only good things, I hope?”

“Oh, um—very good.” Her cheeks turn a little bit pink. “Sorry to interrupt. Were you guys in a meeting?”

“Nah, we’re just finishing up.” I could stand here all day with my arm around Sara. “Where’s Trent?”

“He’s teaching another S.C.U.B.A. lesson.” She looks at her watch, which gives me a chance to admire the delicate curve of her wrist. “He should be done soon. I told him to come find me on the beach.”

Kora lifts a hand. “We’ll let you go. Nice seeing you again, Ms. Chavez.”

Sara smiles. “You, too.”

“Logan—you’ll be in touch about the schedule?”

“Yep. Thanks for the flexibility.”

“I’m flexible, too.” Sybil wiggles her eyebrows at Sara before turning to me. “Let me know if you need any help juggling yourschedule. I might not have all the same equipment, but I’ve got one helluva strap-on collection.”

“And on that note…” With another fond eye roll, Kora catches her wife’s hand again. “We’re heading home now. Have a lovely evening, you two. Enjoy your beach walk.”

“Thank you.” Sara watches them go, then studies my face. “Have you had sex with both of them, or just Sybil?”

I admire the bluntness of her question. It’s not judgey or jealous, just curious. I’m not sure the Sara I met last week would have asked it like that—or at all, for that matter.

“I’ve only had sex with Sybil,” I say. “And just in the context of FMF enchantments.”

“I see.” Sara brushes her hair from her face. “Camille said they do stuff as a couple with other partners.”

“That’s true, and some other consorts join them occasionally.” I shrug. “Not really my thing. Kora’s the boss, so I always felt kinda weird about it.”

“I think I might, too.” A soft gust whips some more hair in her eyes, and this time it’s me who brushes it back. “What about the strap-on?”

I watch as her cheeks turn a tiny bit pink. “Are you asking if Sybil’s ever pegged me, or how I feel in general about pegging?”

“I guess both.” Sara’s face goes from pink to bright crimson. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer. I’m just being nosy.”

“I don’t mind.” Catching her hand, I start toward the beach. “Mind if I walk with you?”

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