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She really didn't know how it happened.
As usual there had been a trade of barbed comments, seasoned with Chase's special brand of sultry seductiveness, followed by a dramatic exit. Only this time there had been no exit. No storming out. No parting words. No end. They'd both just stood there, unusually uncertain, until the only thing left to do was start tearing at each other's clothing and bask in the afterglow.
There hadn't even been any blood, a fact Chase lamented at length once their sex-sweat had started to dry, but at the time it hadn't been needed. They'd just wanted each other, pure and simple. Only not pure and hardly simple.
"If you stop thinking about it, I promise to do it again, and again, and again," Chase called, her words an indecent caress.
Krista tried to forget that she was naked. Tried to erase the image of her hands conquering Chase's body. But she wasn't that strong. "I don't like you."
With deliberate slowness Chase scraped her nail across Krista's thigh. "And I curse the day you were born." Her tongue lapped at the blood her nail encouraged. "But what has that got to do with anything?"
Krista really didn't know how it happened. How she let Chase seduce her again. But she did know it wouldn't be the last time. And for that, she was grateful.
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