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Silver’s other hand moved to Honor’s lap and shifted Honor’s hands to her sides instead. Then, she moved a little closer, keeping her hand on Honor’s thigh.

“When I turned around, Devin was undressed and had her fingers stroking her clit already. Brandi moved to her, and I watched as she went down on Devin while I touched myself because I needed to come and couldn’t wait anymore.”

Silver’s hand moved up Honor’s thigh just a little higher as her hand moved up on Honor’s back.

“Later, I strapped on and took Brandi from behind while Devin ate her out. That was my favorite part. I love fucking a woman from behind. Dildo or fingers – doesn’t matter to me. I can hold her hips, or even smack her ass if she’s into that, and she can rub her clit if someone’s not there to do it for her.”

“Oh, fuck.” Honor’s hands balled into fists.

“You like that? You can let go out here. No one is paying attention to us.” Silver moved her hand to Honor’s hair and pushed it away from her ear. “I’d love to watch you again.”

“I can’t,” Honor replied.

“Why not?”

“The lights are on. People can see.”

“No one is looking at you but me, Honor. Do it for me, baby. Please.”

“God, what are you doing to me?”

“Whatever you let me do. I told you that already. Do you want to hear more?”

“Yes,” Honor stated.

“Will you let go for me?”

“I–” Honor’s eyes widened as if she just realized what she was doing.

Silver knew then. She leaned back and removed her hands from Honor’s body.

“You have to go, don’t you?”

“Yes. I’m sorry,” Honor said and stood, appearing to be wobbly on her feet.

“Don’t be. It’s okay.” Silver stood as well. “Let me walk you out.”

“No, I’m okay. I just need to get out of here.”

“Honor, what you like – there’s no shame in that. Whatever you want to do to yourself or with someone else is good.”

“Okay. I should–” Honor hooked her thumb to the door.

“You can come to my place. We can just talk. I’ll keep my hands to myself, I promise.”

“I can’t.”

“Will you come back tomorrow?”

“I don’t know yet.” The woman gave Silver an actual wave. “Good night, Silver.”

“Night, Honor.”

CHAPTER 7

Honor hadn’t moved from her bed all morning, not even to get herself a cup of coffee or make something for breakfast. She also hadn’t touched herself last night, and she supposed that was dumb because no one but her would’ve known, and she was only punishing herself. She knew that was silly because she hadn’t done anything wrong. She’d only gone to an art show, watched people have sex, and then, listened to a woman tell sex stories to her while she nearly came just from the words, but there was nothing wrong with that. She’d told herself that at least a hundred times since getting home and taking a long, cold shower before going to sleep, and about another hundred times since waking up that morning.

Work would need to be her distraction today. With that thought, she finally got up and made the coffee that she needed so desperately and some toast before she pulled out her computer and checked her work email to see if she had any responses from the donor she was still waiting to hear back from. After addressing the messages in her inbox, she ate her now-cold toast and heard her phone ding with a notification. She picked up the device to read the incoming email, and her eyes went wide when she saw that it was a complimentary ticket to that night’s show.

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