Page 15 of Spicy Sapphic Christmas

It was nothing more than a reminder of where they weren’t.

“Don’t do that.”

Bea spun around, her chest heaving as she stared into Bunny’s dark brown eyes. Her hair was askew as if she’d run her fingers through it in a fit of despair. Her cheeks were red but hollowed, like she was a raging bull ready for an attack.

Bea snorted and stayed still, her back to the small counter that was supposed to be for makeup. “Do what?”

Bunny stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. “Don’t make meaning where there isn’t any.”

“You literally said we should quit.”

“I said if she couldn’t handle it, she should quit. I’ve seen far too many people fall into the pits of despair because the media and fans tore them apart.” Bunny stalked forward, one step after the other, her boots silent on the carpeted floor.

“Fuck you, Bunny.” Bea shook her head. This was ridiculous. “Maybe the industry has stolen your soul and you didn’t even know it.”

Bunny stopped just in front of her, their toes nearly touching. Bunny lowered her gaze, letting it rove all over Bea’s body, consuming every inch of her in one fell swoop. Bea had never felt more exposed, more eaten alive, more turned on than she did right now. And she hated it.

“If it’s stolen my soul, then you and Jo have no hope of surviving.” Bunny’s voice was low, dangerous. She still hadn’t raised her eyes to meet Bea’s gaze. She stopped, her stare directly on Bea’s cleavage.

“I don’t believe you,” Bea whispered. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t believe that Bunny was this hardened celebrity, that she had no care in the world. Bea had seen her with Piper. She’d seen the soft looks between them, the silent communication. There was so much more to her than this—whatever this was.

“Believe it.”

“No.” Bea stood straight, squaring her shoulders and pushing in even more. “I refuse.”

“Bea…” Her name was a curse on Bunny’s lips. Or was it a warning?

“No,” Bea said again, this time firmer, louder. But her entire body did what she didn’t want it to do, and it listed forward. She moved up on her toes, as if begging for Bunny to just look at her again in that same saucy way she’d done before.

“I’m not soulless.” Bunny’s voice was almost a growl.

A shiver ran through Bea’s body, her nipples hardening. She took small rapid breaths, unsure what to do or say next. They were arguing over the most futile thing, but she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t make this end. “Then prove it.”

Bunny cocked her head to the side, raising her gaze to meet Bea’s. “I don’t think you want me to do that.”

“You don’t know what I want.” Bea reached forward, putting her hand on Bunny’s hip. Her skin was so hot through the fabric of her clothes. Bea sucked in a shuddering breath. She issued the order again. “Prove it.”

Bunny’s lips crashed into hers. The kiss was hot, feverish. Bea reached forward, gripping onto both of Bunny’s hips just to keep herself upright while she was pushed backward until her ass hit the small counter where Jo had sat to fix her makeup for the umpteenth time only hours before. Bea stretched her hand backward, knocking off the small makeup containers. But she couldn’t stop.

She parted her lips, tilted her chin up and waited for what she knew was going to happen. Bunny was going to consume her, and Bea was going to love every fucking minute of it. She scraped her hands along Bunny’s back, pulling her loose tank top up and over her head to drop it onto the floor. She pulled Bunny’s faceto hers, sliding her tongue along Bunny’s, dueling for control of the embrace.

Bunny groaned and then growled. She rocked her hips forward, right between Bea’s legs and cupped the back of her head as she plundered Bea’s mouth. This felt amazing. Bea couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken her so raw, the last time she’d been fucked into oblivion solely for the purpose of hot sex. There was absolutely nothing between them. There would never be anything between them. This was a pure base desire that Bea had no doubt was about to be filled.

Gasping, Bea raised her chin up while Bunny trailed kisses and small bites down her neck to the top of her chest, cupping her breast and squeezing. Bea’s breath caught in her throat, and she had to double it to try and get some air into her lungs. Her entire body was ready for this. She hadn’t realized how badly she’d needed it.

“Yesssssss,” Bea dragged out the word, scraping her nails against the back of Bunny’s scalp all the while pressing Bunny’s face deeper between her breasts.

Bunny scraped her teeth along Bea’s soft skin. She reached down to Bea’s legs and tried to pull up the dress she wore, but it got stuck under her legs. Bunny tried again and again, growing more frustrated by the second.

“What? Too butch to figure out a dress?” Bea chuckled lightly.

“Shut up,” Bunny mumbled against Bea’s skin before pulling her off the counter, raising her dress and shoving her back onto it. When she emerged, she had a happy little look of satisfaction on her lips, and it was the sexiest thing Bea had ever seen. If it hadn’t vanished so quickly, she might have completely melted just for that.

Bea leaned back and pulled her dress the rest of the way off. She didn’t even bother to give Bunny the chance as shereached behind her and flicked the clasp of her bra. Bunny’s gaze immediately locked on Bea’s chest, her eyes wide, her tongue swiping across her lips.

“Do something about that already, will you?” Bea said, her tone lighter than she’d intended, but it got Bunny’s attention.

Bunny grumbled, but she didn’t stop. She leaned in and immediately covered one of Bea’s nipples with her mouth. Gasping, Bea cupped the back of Bunny’s head again, not willing to let any of this get the better of her. She was going to take as much advantage of this situation as possible.

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