Chapter 263 Velvet Heat Ch2

• The cab ride is a blur — two hands buried under her dress before they even buckle in, the other woman’s teeth at her shoulder, soft gasps hidden in the crook of her neck. The driver doesn’t look back — maybe he hears it anyway. Maybe she wants him to.
• They barely make it through the front door. She kicks her shoes off halfway down the hallway, her back hitting the wall when the stranger — not a stranger anymore, not after what she did to her in that bathroom — fists her hair and kisses her so deep she forgets her own name.
• “Bedroom,” she breathes between teeth and tongue. The stranger — her stranger — laughs low, mouth dragging her earlobe between her teeth.