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Bunny’s fingers were under her dress, two fingers deep inside her. “You were saying.”

“Clever.” Bea laughed. “I don’t understand why—”

Bunny started sliding in and out, moving her fingers back and forth and pressing the heel of her palm into Bea’s clit. The distraction was working. Because she didn’t want Bea to finish that thought. She didn’t want to have to answer the question.

“Why won’t you just admit it?” Bea said between gasps.

“Admit what?”

“That you’re scared!”

Bunny paused all movement. She shot Bea a glare and pursed her lips. “I’m not afraid or ashamed about being gay.”

“I beg to differ.”

“You don’t know me.” Pulsing her fingers between Bea’s legs, Bunny put as much focus as she possibly could into making Bea come apart on her fingers. Bunny held Bea close, pushing her fingers in harder, faster. “You won’t know me. Ever.”

Bea groaned, her eyes clenched tight. She had to be close. Her breathing was rapid. Her cheeks red. Her body tight. “Challenge.” Bea breathed heavily. “Accepted.”

Bea tightened around Bunny’s fingers. She wrapped her arms around Bunny’s shoulders as her knees gave way. Bunny had to work to keep them from tumbling hard to the floor. She stumbled on her way down, her knee cracking into the hard floor as she softened Bea’s fall.

Bunny winced, but she held onto Bea until she was sure Bea wouldn’t hurt herself. Then she slowly moved back, wiping her fingers on her shirt. She was just about to move to pull her pants up when Bea grabbed hold of her shoulders and dragged her in for a kiss.

This time it was slow. Bunny slid into the embrace, their mouths melding together. She breathed deeply, smelling nothing but Bea. The scent of sex filled her nostrils. No doubt the entire practice room reeked of it. Bunny pulled back slightly, needing to breathe. She had to figure out what the hell they weredoing because sex twice was out of the question. This couldn’t happen a third time.

Bunny swallowed hard.

Bea looked around them and hit her head lightly against the door. “What are we doing, Bunny?”

“Hell if I know.” Bunny moved, pulling up her pants and doing up the button and zipper. She sat on the floor next to Bea, her legs stretched out. If she looked over at Bea, she still got to look at her perfect breasts, just begging to be touched again.

“I won’t have a hidden relationship.”

“Good. Because I don’t want a relationship.”

Bea’s lips parted in surprise, but she shrugged slightly. “Then we’re on the same page.”

“At least about this. I’m not making the song gay.”

Humming, Bea breathed deep, her chest rising and falling slowly. Bunny couldn’t take her gaze off Bea’s tits. Her stunningly beautiful, perfect tits. Bea put a finger under Bunny’s chin and lifted her gaze.

“My eyes are up here.”

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The door to the rehearsal room opened sharply. Siena walked in, followed by a tall, thin, absolutely stunning woman. She looked like she could have walked right off the runway. Bea sucked in a sharp breath, straightening up. She wasn’t ready for this—whoever this was. She was in her grungy clothes, barely made up.

Bunny had told her they were going to work choreography that day, so she’d dressed down, needing to make sure she could move instead of look good. Bunny stood up immediately, walking over to Siena and the woman, shaking their hands and lingering with the gorgeous woman.

“Bea and Jo, this is Allegra Ilic.” Siena grinned.

Jo immediately bounced her way over to meet this woman, but Bea stayed behind, stomach queasy after what she’d just witnessed from Bunny. She didn’t like how Bunny was eyeing Allegra up and down. Bea was just about to move toward the crowd of people when Jo’s phone buzzed.

“Mandy?” Bea stared at it in confusion a split second before the anger hit. With one glance to her sister, she unlocked the phone and pulled up the text messages. Her stomach instantly churned with bile.

“Bea!” Jo called, a light in her eyes until she saw Bea on her phone.