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Elle exhaled, breath ghosting over Darcy, and then leaned in and ran her tongue up Darcy’s slit, moaning softly at the way she tasted. Darcy’s hips jerked, pressing closer to Elle’s mouth.
Elle rocked her hips down, grinding into the rug, seeking friction,something, anything to take the edge off as she wrapped her arms around Darcy’s thighs, holding her down, holding heropen. She flicked the tip of her tongue against Darcy’s swollen clit, hard and fast, before wrapping her lips around the bundle and sucking it between her lips, adding just the subtlest edge of teeth to the mix.
“Fuck.” Darcy’s fingers threaded through Elle’s hair, tugging hard enough to make her scalp tingle. The feeling shot through her, making her wet. “More.Please.”
Ignoring the heat between her thighs, Elle sucked harder and moved her tongue faster, sliding one hand up Darcy’s thigh. A soft, satisfied mewl slipped from Darcy’s lips, her heat clenching as Elle slid her fingers inside Darcy and curled them forward.
“Oh my—fuck.” Darcy tossed her head to the side. The muscles in her stomach twitched as she rocked down against Elle’s fingers.
Positive Darcy was close, Elle curled her fingers harder, faster, and—
Darcy’s back arched, her thighs trembling against Elle’s shoulders, as she clenched hot and wet around Elle’s fingers. A gasp broke from between her lips followed by a low moan that set Elle’s blood on fire.
She withdrew her fingers, moaning softly when Darcy continued to spasm with aftershocks. She kissed the hickey she’d left and rolled to the side, head pillowing on Darcy’s thigh.
Darcy’s fingers massaged Elle’s head, nails raking gently against her scalp. Despite being more turned on than she could remember being, Elle savored the moment, committing it to memory. All of it, the quiet, the peace, the anticipation,the way Darcy’s white decor served as the perfect backdrop for the rainbow lights shining from the naked-looking tree. How for the first time, everything in her life felt not just right, but perfect.
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“Margot,” Elle called out, dropping her bag by the door and leaning against the wall. After the night she’d had, she could barely feel her legs and her arms weren’t much better. “You home?”
Margot popped her head out of the kitchen. “Hey. Have fun?”
“You could say that.” Elle skipped around the bar, making a beeline for the kitchen. Darcy had plied her with pancakes—not from a box—but she was still hungry. Little sleep and marathon sex would do that to a girl.
She opened the refrigerator... theemptyrefrigerator. Save for a jar of pickles and a Tupperware container full of Taco Bell hot sauces they collected because of the funny sayings on the packets, they had nothing. “Mar, we need to go shopping.”
Margot rifled through their basket of assorted K-cups and plucked out an extrabold, dark roast. The kind that made Elle jittery just from inhaling the aroma. “Want me to pick a few things up while I’m out?”
Elle shut the fridge and leaned against it, frowning. “You’re going somewhere?”
“Yeah. My stupid fucking computer is practically a relic, you know? It went allblue screen of deathon me yesterday soBrendon offered to go shopping with me for a new one. He’s busy with his mom this afternoon, but said he had some time this morning.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I find your friendship with Brendon mildly terrifying.”
“How can something be mildly terrifying?”
“Shut up. You know what I mean.”
Maybe it was a consequence of this thing between her and Darcy starting out disastrously, then fake, but Elle had been wary of spending too much time with Brendon outside of their work dealings. What if she let something slip, something incriminating that might blow the whole charade? Hopefully now that she and Darcy were real,achinglyreal, she and Brendon could become closer. Like he and Margot who were suddenly best buds, their shared love of Harry Potter and rock-climbing giving them plenty to bond over in addition to the partnership.
The Keurig beeped, Margot’s coffee finished brewing. She snagged her cup and lifted it to her mouth, blowing on it gently. “Webarelytalk about you and Darcy.”
“But youdotalk about us.”
“Only in the sense that Brendon moons over you guys and pats himself on the back for, quote, orchestrating the match of the decade. I, of course, make fun of him for saying the words,match of the decade.” Margot gulped her coffee even though it had to be scalding. “Then he gets all wistful for a relationship of his own. Let me tell you, Brendon might be more of a romantic than you are. He looked offended when I told him he needs to get laid.”
“Uh, pot, kettle?”
“It’s a dry spell, Elle.”
Elle coughed. “Drought.”
Margot reached across the counter into the sink, scooping up a handful of soap bubbles and flinging them at Elle, missing by a hair when she ducked. “I hopped on Tinder and this guy legit thought that being pansexual meant I’m attracted to fucking nonstick cookware. ‘Oh yeah, baby, your griddle fucking turns me on. You shake that wok. Shake it harder.’”
Elle chortled. “That’s not funny.”
“I joke so I won’t commit fucking homicide.” Margot snatched a towel and dried off her hands. “Just because I’m not looking for something serious doesn’t mean I don’t have standards for who I sleep with.”
