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“I think she is,” Lydia agreed.

Zann nodded and crossed her arms over her chest as she stared Kit down. “I’d like to see you try to make me put that thing on.”

“Oh, I don’t need to,” Kit sassed with a face full of smug. “Lydia will.”

Lydia blinked at her. Why was she being dragged into their bullshit? “I will do that because why, exactly?”

“Because I know how much you love a good merlot, and this is some really good shit. And one of the rules tonight is ‘no onesie, no drinkie.’”

“No onesie, no drinkie,” Lydia echoed dryly.

“Yup.” Kit waved at her outfit and took a long drink as if to prove her point. She smacked her lips as she finished and arched a brow. “So go get your girl changed, Lyds.”

Lydia rolled her eyes fondly. This whole thing was just so perfectly Kit. And, honestly, she wouldn’t have changed it, or Kit, for the world. Still, she couldn’t resist making Kit work for it, just a little bit. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Who’s ridiculous?” Stella asked as she and Steve stopped in the foyer to take off their shoes.

“Zann,” Kit answered without hesitation. “Dumbass won’t put on her unicorn onesie.”

Stella laughed. “What? Why not? It’s awesome. I’ll wear hers.”

“No, you’ll wear yours. I got everyone one.”

“Nice!” Stella and Steve exclaimed, looking beyond thrilled as they traded an exuberant high-five.

Kit nodded. “Bedroom, y’all.” She laughed as Stella and Steve booked it past them all to claim their onesies, and hummed around the rim of her glass as her warm green eyes turned back to Zann and Lydia. She held their gaze as she took another long, pointed sip. “Chop, chop, you two.”

“Yeah, yeah. Calm your tits, Hawthorne,” Lydia said as she turned to put herself between Zann and Kit. She didn’t see the big deal in doing what Kit wanted, but she also wasn’t going to manipulate Zann into something she wasn’t comfortable with. She slipped her hands beneath the hem of Zann’s faded USC hoodie and caressed her sides. “Is there a reason you’re fighting this, or…?”

Impish delight sparkled in Zann’s eyes as she ducked her head and whispered, “No. I just like fucking with her.”

Lydia hummed. That she could get on board with. “Okay,” she murmured, winking conspiratorially as she pressed onto her toes and used her chin to nudge Zann’s head to the side so she could get to her ear. “I can definitely help with that.” Her stomach fluttered at the feeling of Zann’s abs tensing beneath her hands, and she dug her fingertips into her sides as she whispered, “So, what you’re going to do right now is pretend that I’m murmuring naughty things to convince you to wear the onesie.”

“Oh?” Zann asked, her voice deliciously rough and definitely loud enough for Kit to hear. “What kind of things?”

“God, where to start?” Lydia mused, ignoring Kit’s giggles as she scratched lightly at Zann’s sides. She nipped her earlobe. “There are so many things I want to do with you,” she murmured silkily. “But when you had me bent over in the shower before we came over here, all I could think was how good it’d feel to do that with a strap.”

Zann groaned and grabbed at her hips as a full-bodied shiver rippled through her. “Yes…”

Lydia sucked in a sharp breath through her nose as Zann’s hips pressed firmly against hers, and pulled her right hand from beneath Zann’s sweatshirt to thread her fingers through her hair as she asked, “Would you like that?”

Zann whimpered and nodded.

“I wish I’d brought mine.” Lydia scratched at Zann’s scalp as she paused for a moment, letting her breath dance teasingly over her ear as she let her ruminate on that thought before adding, “I bet you’d look so fucking hot wearing nothing but a black leather harness with a big—”

“Oh-kay!” Zann interrupted her in a rush. “I’ll wear the stupid onesie.”

Kit cackled. “Damn, Lyds. What’d you say?”

“None of your business, Kit,” Lydia retorted. She nuzzled Zann’s ear and whispered silkily, “And the strap?

“Shit,” Zann exhaled. “Yes. As soon as I can.”

“Mm, I can’t wait.” Lydia kissed Zann’s ear before dropping back to her heels. She unwound her fingers from Zann’s hair to caress her cheek as she asked, “See, now was that so hard?” Zann’s long, thick eyelashes fluttered as she leaned into her touch, and Lydia bit her cheek, resisting the urge to kiss her slow and deep and dirty as she pressed her thumb to her lips, instead. “Come on, you.”

“Okay,” Zann agreed breathlessly.

Kit made a whipping noise as they walked past. “That’s right, bitch.”