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I giggled, and then Callum’s voice appeared from the doorway, startling us both.
“Don’t even joke about that.”
Ivy snorted. “Relax, Fraser. You’re the one who branded her last night.”
He grinned at me, all cocky and self-assured, and leaned against the doorjamb. “Don’t forget about this afternoon, too.”
My eyes flew wide open. “What?”
“Yeah,” he said, voice dripping with smug satisfaction, “that pretty little bite mark on your shoulder.”
I scrambled to a sitting position, Ivy laughing behind her hand as I yanked the strap of my tank top to the side. My fingers hovered over the bruise forming there—purple and red, blooming like a wicked little flower.
I looked at him in horrified confusion. “When did you?—?”
His grin deepened, and he sauntered further into the room, grabbing the lavender bunny heating pad off the edge of the bed. He held it up with one hand, like a prize.
“That was when you were peak orgasm,” he said casually, before tossing a diabolical wink over his shoulder and slipping out of the room.
“I am going to vomit into my own handbag,” Ivy muttered, one hand hovering over her throat as though she’d just witnessed a crime against humanity. “Do you two everstopbeing disgusting?”
I stared after him, mouth slightly ajar. Even with his presence gone now, I felt it. The pull in the air, the static shift, and my whole body filled with heat.
“Ivy,” I said quickly, tugging her sleeve, desperate to distract myself. “Let’s move onto the dresses.”
“Please. Before Callum tries to jump your bones or Marco tries to propose.”
I stood a little too fast and wobbled, Ivy watching me carefully.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Vicodin and vibes, baby.” I flashed a too-bright grin.
She rolled her eyes but offered a hand anyway, and I let her tug me to my feet.
The first dressI grabbed was draped over a velvet hanger like it knew it would be too much. Structured black fabric with long sleeves, a square neckline, cinched at the waist, skirt barelybrushing the middle of my thighs. It looked like a piece you wore to summon the dead.
As Ivy helped zip me into it, her brows lifted high. “This one says you run a coven.”
I glanced down at myself. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Absolutely not,” she said, hands on her hips as she took a step back. “It’s powerful. Like ‘stabbed my fifth husband and got away with it’ energy. I just don’t know if it’sdinner.”
I adjusted the neckline and twisted to check the back in the mirror. “Let’s get a second opinion.”
We walked out, and I gave a dramatic little twirl as we entered the living room where the boys were still lounging. Callum was now seated on the couch across from Marco and Kimi, one leg over his knee, still holding my lavender bunny heating pad in one large hand like it belonged there.
Kimi leaned forward the moment he saw me, eyeing the dress with a dubious squint. “You look like you seduce widowers for sport.”
Marco bobbed his head once. “Witchy. Tragic. Sexy. I’m into it.”
Ivy crossed her arms, smug. “I mean… it’s the neckline of a Regency scandal.”
Callum didn’t speak, but his grip tightened on the heating pad, thumb idly stroking one of the floppy ears. I watched the motion, thinking about him repeating that motion over my clit.
Bad Aurélie. Down girl.
God, sometimes it felt like he had me trained.
