On the Same Page

by Haley Cass

“Mine,” Gianna’s voice was wondrous and low and rough, as she stared at Riley, her pupils blown. There was desperation there, so heady, so wanton, as she pulled at the ties. “Mine. You – I – that’s mine.” And Riley knew that she meant the lingerie. She didn’t need Gianna to have ever explicitly voiced how much it would turn her on to see someone she was fucking wearing the lingerie she herself designed. She knew Gianna well enough to know exactly what it would mean to her. But the words settled somewhere inside of her – warm in a very different way than the heat burning through her. “Yours,” she agreed as she walked toward the bed.

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