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Her sheets were crisp white, and her bedspread was blue, like her cerulean eyes. Besides the picture of Tay-Tay holding a microphone and dressed in black booty shorts with her signature red lips, there were only two other pieces of art hanging on the walls—two square paintings she’d hung next to each other that looked like they might’ve been painted by a kid. Maybe Athena had painted them, or possibly Abey’s partner’s foster daughter, Nic, had painted them. I thought I remembered hearing Murph say his little sister liked art.

The only possibly incriminating things I could find were stacked on top of her small dark-wood desk in the corner: three piles of colorful books lined against the wall. I wanted to investigate further, to see what she’d been reading in her kinky book club, but then she was back, and she dropped my gigantic bag next to me on the bed.

“C’mon,” I said, and I scooted up and over, patting the bed beside me. “Lie here.”

“Okay…?” She looked unsure, but I had plans for Abey Lee.

“Just do it.”

“I’m a little scared,” she said, eyeing my bag as she sat and then scooted back to her headboard. “What’s in that thing?”

“You’ll see.” The object I was looking for was right there, ready for me to pull it out when the right moment presented itself. “Lie down.”

She did, and I straddled her legs as I unbuttoned her jeans. She filled them out so well. It really was a shame to slide them down her long legs, but what hid underneath tempted me even more. She reached for my hips as I leaned forward, and she lifted up and met me in the middle to steal a kiss.

“I like kissin’ you,” she whispered. “I love your mouth. ’Specially when you’re smart-mouthin’ me.”

Breathing a laugh, I said, “I’m about to wipe that smirk right off those sexy lips.”

“Oh yeah? How?”

Sliding my hand beneath her undies, I found what I wanted, wet and hot and ready. She bucked her hips, rubbing her pussy against my fingers, coating them in her silky wetness.

I worked her slowly. “Take off your shirt.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She moaned softly as I scooted lower to remove her jeans fully, and her light-blue cotton underwear went next. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and then unhooked her bra and tossed it across the room, and her full, heavy breasts spread apart above her ribcage as she lay back. Her nipples had already hardened into rigid peaks for me, and I hadn’t even touched them yet.

They distracted me from my mission.

“Your breasts are—” I groaned, diving between them, licking and nipping the warm mounds gently with my teeth, my head going back and forth between them as I dipped my fingers inside her body and pumped.

She moaned and reached for my shirt, trying to lift it by the hem, but we became a jumble of limbs again.

“Stop,” she said, laughing. “This ain’t gonna work.”

Suddenly, my hips were pinned between her knees, and she flipped us. She knelt above me, but the laughing stopped and was replaced with a look full of lust so intense that butterflies flitted in my stomach. They marched lower to the quick pace of my heartbeat until I felt my thighs get wet.

She slid my shorts down my legs, catching my underwear with them, and stared at my body as I lifted my tank top over my head. I threw it somewhere, but I didn’t know where it landed because my eyes couldn’t move from hers.

“I’m overwhelmed by you,” she whispered.

Swallowing hard, she lowered herself above my body, resting her weight on one hip beside me, raising a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear.

Leaning closer, she kissed me, but her eyes stayed open. So did mine, but only for a second, because then the slow, warm glide of her tongue against mine made me crazy. I wrapped my arms around her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair while she kissed me stupid.

Abey’s kisses were like nothing I’d ever felt. They were the main attraction, and my whole body felt like a live wire, humming and buzzing deep inside from just her lips on mine, her tongue sweeping inside, smoothing over mine. The repetitive motion lulled me into some deep place, like I was being dragged under the sea, but if this was what drowning felt like, I’d die willingly for one more taste of Abey Lee.

I pulled her closer, breathing her in and feeling every press of her fingertips as they glided over my skin so carefully, like I was precious to her.

She lowered her head, leaving me breathless as she licked my nipple once, twice, a third time, and then she groaned and sucked it into her mouth. Her fingers slid between my legs, and she rubbed slowly.

It felt good to be with her like this, naked and bared to her. With her.

My legs opened wider, and she moved between them, focusing all her attention on my other breast, fingering me and swirling her thumb over my wet clit in tight circles.

“Abey.”