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God, I couldn’t hold it in for another second. I wanted to stay there, wanted to keep feeling Lucy’s perfect tongue on me, wanted to let her suck on me and take what she wanted from me, but I couldn’t help it—I squirmed trying so hard not to come, but her tongue on my clit ripped an orgasm up out of me, exploding on her face, and I arched against the bed, giving in and letting my body throb and thrum through the sensation, aching with the pleasure of it, desperate to give her everything she wanted, everything, no matter what. Her little fuck toy. Her good girl, her pretty princess.

Chapter 12

Anna

I woke up early in the morning, still dark outside the thick windows clouded with frost, snowflakes drifting down outside in the low light of the Christmas candle in the window. The bed felt unfamiliar under me, even though I’d grown up in this room—the thick bedsheets a little coarse and heavy on top of me—and also, the only thing I was wearing was my underwear. And Lucy Masters, stirring slightly in bed next to me, was barely wearing any more, a thin t-shirt and slim panties.

My stomach dropped, a nervous sensation hitting me all at once, memories flooding in and coursing through my body. Lucy making me her own. Even after we’d finished and cleaned up, I’d practically been worshiping her, cuddling and kissing until we fell asleep.

Seriously? Lucy? How was it so utterly insane that I would sleep withLucy Mastersand yet—at the same time—now that I was here, it was justyeah, of course it’s her.Nobody else who got under my skin like she did.

My heart was pounding as Lucy stirred more, turning to face me, a little bit of smudged mascara still there on her eyelids, hair a frizzy mess, and she brushed back a tangle of hair from her face to look at me. “Mm… good morning.”

“Good—good morning.” I was almost completely naked in front of Lucy. She’d come on my face last night. What were yousupposed to say to someone after something like that? “Um… what… time is it?”

“Mm.” She rolled over, picking up her phone from the nightstand. “Six thirty. Do you need more sleep?”

“No, I, uh…”I was completely awake the instant I realized I’m naked in bed with you.“I think I’m… up.”

“Morning.” She rolled back to face me, and my heart jolted when she traced her fingertips along my face, caressing softly. She—wanted me. And I think—not just physically. That wasn’t part of the plan. I didn’t know what to do with it. I wasn’t in love with Lucy Masters. “I need to go to the bathroom… there’s nothing weird with the bathroom in the morning here I should be aware of, is there?”

“Only… only that the toilet flush is so loud it sounds like a dying animal in the middle of the night.”

“Ah. Same thing in Grandma’s house. I think I know the drill.” She pressed a kiss to my forehead before she stood up, and it left me fuzzy, butterflies in my stomach, swirling and swooping, and I blushed as I watched her gloriously pantsless, getting dressed and heading out of the room.

Thankfully, it gave me the minute I needed to collect myself, to sort out the chaos in my head. I’d slept with Lucy. And it was the best sex I’d ever had, and honestly, even with everything, I wanted to do it again. I’d come so quickly both times last night that it felt like I’d barely gotten to do anything, and despite my mind telling me we needed to pull back and abort mission as fast as possible, my body desperately wanted to see if I could start something with her when she got back… what she’d do if she got back to the room to find me with my underwear off playing with myself, spread out on the bed waiting for her…

Okay—I was more desperate than I’d realized. It didn’t help that Lucy was hot and better in bed than I could have everimagined. But I wasn’t dating Lucy Masters. Not in a million years. I just… was… sexually frustrated, and she wanted me, and she was good at it. So it had happened. It only had to be weird if I made it weird.

God, she’dreallymade me beg last night. That had to be at least a little weird.

I got up, a little wobbly, and I opened my bag to get a change of clothes—just a casual sweater and pants for today. Was dressing up or dressing down more of a problem around Lucy at this point?

I was on my phone just looking for distraction when she got back into the room, slipping in quietly and shutting the door behind her, and she smiled sweetly at me. My heart ached, hard. I didn’t want to… I mean, it felt weird to think it, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Not really. Just wanted to get her off my case. Just because she annoyed me and got under my skin didn’t mean she was a bad person, I guess, and I didn’t want to hurt her, but knowing now how she felt about me…

“That’s a shame,” she said lightly, stepping around the bed to settle back in next to me, huddling in the blankets against the cold air of the room. “I liked the look you had going on.”

“While it’s this cold in here? I don’t want my breasts freezing off.”

She smiled flawlessly. “Do you want something to warm you up?”

“Uh—”Yes please. Yes, please, yes please, yes pleasewas the only thing in my mind. I blushed, blanking, and she smiled wider.

“I’m talking about coffee.”

“Oh—” I burned. “I’m—”

“But I mean, if you want…” She slipped a hand to my waist, and I whimpered, my inhibitions crackling down, resolve fading. What could really be the harm in just a little more…? If we’dalready done it once last night, then just one more… enjoy it one more time…

I bit my lip. Lucy stopped, her fingers pausing at the band of my pants, looking at me with her brows furrowed.

“You okay? I’m only going to do anything if you actually want it, you know.”

“I-I know. I just…” I slumped back against the pillow, raking my hair back. “God—I’m sorry. Just a minute. Lucy—do you have feelings for me?”

“Of course.”

“Of—” I bristled, turning on her. “What do you mean,of course?”

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