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“Poor baby,” Trixie crooned. “What’s the magic word?”

She lowered herself so his cock rubbed against the lace opening of her panties. Andre had become putty under her touch. She wasn’t ready to give into his pleas, but the euphoria from her previous orgasm was waning.

“Please,” he moaned.

She lowered herself onto him, his cock stretching her and filling her with his heat. Closing her eyes, she focused all attention ontheir bodies together. Riding him, taking from him all he offered to her.

When she came for the second time that day, Andre covered her mouth with a kiss, swallowing her cries as waves of pleasure rolled through her. She held on to his shoulders and rode her orgasm until he shuddered in pleasure, crying out her name as he came.

Trixie wrapped her arms around him as they caught their breath. She was glad they were finally able to put the past behind them. She wasn’t sure what was next for them, but keeping her emotions out of it wouldn’t be easy. Right now all she wanted to do was bask in the afterglow of their pleasure. She’d figure everything out later.

Chapter 22

Zoe!” Trixie called out as she walked into her roommate’s plus-size lingerie shop, Something Cheeky.

The shop was empty except for her roommate, who sat on a stool by her cutting table. She loved visiting Zoe’s zone of genius. The window display featured curvy mannequins dressed in a mixture of structured pieces like corsets and flowing chiffon robe-and-nightie sets.

Trixie knew firsthand how sexy the lingerie made her feel. Now so did Andre.

“Sorry I’m late, but I brought bún th?t nu?ng.” She made her way past the racks of bras and negligees to the sewing area. Zoe’s fingers flew across her laptop. Instead of silk or lace, sketches were strewn across the cutting table.

“Let me finish this blog post.” Zoe didn’t look up from her laptop. Using an alias, she ran a very popular fan site about her favorite graphic novel series, Trung Rebellion, based on the famous Vietnamese sisters who fought off the Chinese army in their village. Only the Boss Babes knew about Zoe’s secret online identity and would do anything to keep it safe.

“What are you writing about this time?” Trixie peered over her friend’s shoulder. “Trung Rebellion is being made into a TV show?”

“Ugh, don’t get me started. They’re whitewashing the show.” Zoe shut her laptop. “I’m starving. Please tell me the noodles are from my parents’ place.”

“I wouldn’t dare bring you Viet food from anywhere except Ph?-Ever 75 less you expire from the guilt.” Trixie rolled her eyes. Even though she teased Zoe about it, she knew the power of a Vietnamese mother’s guilt. “I even brought you cà phê s?a dá. Actually, your mom practically pushed the coffee into my hand.”

“That was very thoughtful of you to grab lunch.” Zoe checked her phone. “A very late lunch, I should add.”

Trixie ignored the dig about her lack of punctuality.

“Make sure you thank Auntie Trinh so she won’t guilt you for being ungrateful. Or me for not reminding you.” Trixie shuddered. “I can only handle guilt from one Vietnamese mom at a time.”

“Very funny. But true. I’ll text her after we eat. Let’s eat here so I can show you my latest cosplay designs for the next Capital Comic Con.” Zoe tore off a long sheet of brown craft paper that she used for making patterns and set it on the table. “There, easy cleanup, and I won’t have to worry about grease staining the next fabric I cut.”

They dug into their bowls of rice noodles topped with grilled lemongrass pork and fresh cucumbers and carrots tossed with nu?c ch?m, a sweet-salty-tangy fish sauce. As they ate, Zoe scrolled through sketches on her laptop while explaining her interpretation of each character. Trixie didn’t understand all the sewing terms or know all the characters, but she immersed herself in her friend’s creative energy.

Way too soon, they reached the end of Zoe’s sketches and the bottom of their takeout bowls.

“Oh, the bún hits the spot.” Trixie rubbed her stomach. “I had worked up an appetite after—”

She stopped, but it was too late.

“Wait, is that why you were an hour late?” Zoe set down her chopsticks and studied Trixie. “You slept with him again!”

Zoe’s mouth hung open.

Suddenly, Trixie found the swirls of condensed milk at the bottom of her coffee fascinating. She stirred it with her straw to mix the remaining thick sweetener into the strong espresso.

“You’re practically glowing,” Zoe said after recovering from shock. “Does he make you happy?”

“Right now, yes.” Trixie let out a sigh. “Today was just, just...”

“That good, huh?”

“It was better than good. Dare I say it was the best sex we’ve ever had?” Trixie couldn’t stop smiling. “I saw a different side of him. He was playful and vulnerable. Willing to let me take charge.”

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