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tease?
    “That’s it. Stroke that sugar. You want it, don’t you? You want it.” His voice filled her head repeating, over and over, vulgar words that made her cream, made her hips hump the air— cock, cock, cock .
    Her groan echoed in the tiled room.
    Fingers circling, she teased her swollen bud. Once, twice. Her legs fell open to the water and the thick air around her. The shower pounded in her ears. The pressure built and she imagined Griffin there, between her legs, looking down at her with hunger, driving inside her.
    “Make me come, Griffin.”
    The wait was too much. The words from her lips drove her higher. She pressed her clit, rubbing herself and clenching all over, seeking. Her swollen folds were hot, sensitive, and her pussy wanted more, to be filled. She caught the wave of pleasure so fast, so intensely, she cried out.
    A door shut in a muffled click.
    Shaking, she shot up, slammed her eyes open and pushed aside the shower curtain. Her chest heaved and her legs quaked. A burn covered her cheeks as if she’d been caught masturbating, but the door was closed and her clothes still lay in front of it. No one had come in.
    But fog filled the room. Not misty from a shower, the atmosphere was thicker, with a rain freshness to it like the outdoors. The hair on her arms rose. Heart still pounding, she managed to turn off the shower and stumble out. A heated towel rack was a blessing. She wrapped herself, toed her clothes out of the way and opened the door a crack.
    Her room was hazy, as if the steam of the shower had filled the room—but it shouldn’t have.
    There. On the floor near the door, her backpack.
    That’s what she’d heard. Someone had delivered her things. She took a deep breath. Static saturated the air. It had to be Griffin who’d opened the door, put her things inside and left. He hadn’t come in while she’d been picturing him fucking her while she got herself off.
    Water dripped into her eye. She blew out a long breath and brushed her wet hair back.
    Her talent-partner wasn’t here at CTF. Neil would be hers. She’d grow to find him sexually attractive. She had to. Everyone thought he was the only para-talent that could be her partner. If she wanted a relationship, if she ever wanted marriage and children, someone to share herself with, then she had to accept it. One day, she’d picture him while she stroked her own clit. It didn’t mean anything that she’d never felt attraction to a man before, until now, until she’d met a mage who was her opposite. It couldn’t mean anything. She wouldn’t let it.
    Shivering, she returned to the bathroom and finished drying.
    When she was done, she quickly threw on a specially fitted pantset of her own design that had traveled well in her backpack. She’d have to remember to pitch the new line as travel-ready. Smiling, she grabbed her phone and headed downstairs. It didn’t matter if her brown-dyed hair was damp and unstyled. Or that she hadn’t perfected her makeup. She wasn’t here to snag anyone’s physical interest. Staying in her room wasn’t an option. Neither was dwelling on her attraction to Griffin and why she could possibly want a storm mage, much less a Cinder.
    Pausing outside her door, she took in where she was. The scent of marinara sauce had her stomach leading the way.
    The buzz of voices came from below. Clutching the stair rail, she hesitated. This was it, the performance of a lifetime. She rushed down the stairs and toward the kitchen before she could bolt out the front door.
    “There you are. Come on, dig in.” Clarissa waved her forward from the other side of a large breakfast bar, the top some sort of dark granite. At a nearby table, Ray Cinder sat with his arms crossed and a straight expression that gave nothing away. And then there was Griffin.
    Her breath caught and her bare feet slid to a halt on the tiled floor. Only supreme force of will and practice at hiding her thoughts from her mother kept the blush from her