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d talking shit. A playful pillow fight turns more physical. Touches linger. Robes fall open. And years of suppressed tensi

are you?"Ava smirked. "What if I'm not?"Harper didn't answer. Her hands moved-slowly-sliding from beneath Ava's grip to her hips, then under the robe, palms grazing bare skin.Ava didn't stop her.The air between them turned thick, humming with heat and hesitation. When Harper's fingers found the waistband of her panties, Ava's breath hitched-but she didn't move away."I've thought about this," Harper murmured.Ava leaned down until their lips brushed. "Then stop thinking."Harper kissed her.It wasn't soft.It was wet and deep and desperate, all tongue and teeth and years of tension igniting in one crashing moment. Ava moaned into her mouth, grinding down on Harper's lap, the satin riding up to expose the slick between her thighs."Fuck," Harper groaned. "You're soaked.""I've wanted you to touch me for so fucking long," Ava whispered, dragging Harper's hand down. "Don't stop. Don't even think about stopping."Harper slipped her fingers into Ava's panties.They both gasped.Ava was drenched-hot, swollen, pulsing with need. Harper stroked her slowly at first, sliding through wet folds, learning what made her gasp, what made her grind.When she presse