Page 166 of Seeds of Malice

She begs with desperation in her voice, "Ivy, tell me you feel it too. I know you've never been with a woman, but tell me you feel this between us."

"I..." I can't complete my sentence, overwhelmed by Avery's scent and Lilly's intense gaze.

What is happening?

She slides her hand over my stomach, and zings fly to my core.

I squeeze my thighs together.

She steps even closer. Her mouth moves an inch from mine. She confesses, "I dream about doing a lot of things with you. Do you want to know what they are?"

I gape at her, paralyzed.

She takes her finger and traces my lips.

I stand there like a moron, doing nothing.

She takes my hand, instructing, "Come with me, Ivy." She tugs me.

I follow, almost falling.

She steadies me, teasing, "Maybe we'll lay off the drinks a little bit, huh?"

I nervously giggle. "Yeah, that would be good."

When she's assured that I'm on my feet, she leads me to the bed and says, "Here, sit. This is more comfortable."

I obey, and my butterflies reappear.

Instead of sitting beside me, Lilly straddles me, putting both knees beside my hips.

I fret, "What are you doing?"

"Shh," she purrs, sliding her hand into my hair and leaning close to my ear, murmuring, "Pretend I'm Dax. Let's get through this. It's just a scene."

She's right.

I bite on my lip.

She moves her finger down my neck to my chest and then slowly swirls it around my nipple.

It hardens, and my pussy clenches.

I'm not into girls,I scold myself.

"Ivy, I know you want me too. Don't be scared. Just tell me you want me," she demands.

I open my mouth, but once again, I can't speak.

She whispers in my ear while sliding her hand over the curve of my waist, "Ivy, play your role. It'll be over soon." She gives me a look, urging me to agree, and breathlessly begs, "Please tell me you want me."

It'll be over soon.

I blurt out, "I do."

"You do what, Ivy?" she questions, moving her hand between us.

Pretend she's Dax.

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