Footsteps. Coming down the hall. Slowing right outside the door.
Harper broke away, eyes widening.
“Trish!” she whispered. “Fuck.Hide.”
Blessedly, Maya didn’t object. She threw herself in the same direction as Harper, leaving them lying side by side on the couch with its back shielding them. The handle clicked, and then the door swung open.
Harper put her hand over her mouth, stopping any potential noises from escaping. Maybe Patricia was doing a sweep before leaving. It was getting late, so she might just be poking her head into the private rooms to ensure everything was in order.
Then the footsteps came closer. She wasinthe fucking room now.
No. No, no,no. They hadn’t even been subtle. Harper’s pants lay bundled by the corner bar, a blaring clue of the very active crime scene Patricia had walked into.
If they were spotted, Harper was a dead woman.
Maya clearly didn’t consider her own life in peril. She was wearing a wide grin, and Harper glaring at her did nothing to lessen it.
The footsteps continued. Paused. Silence followed, stretching for several seconds.
Then they returned, moving back towards the door, and were followed by a lowclickas it shut again.
Harper gasped in relief. She had been holding her breath without realizing.
“That was way too close.” She sighed, dropping her head onto the couch cushion. “Fucking hell. I was sure we were done for.”
Maya didn’t answer. She was quiet. Stillsmiling. Andsonot in a good way.
She moved her hands apart, and Harper’s wrists snapped together. Maya had tied a loose knot around her wrists without being noticed. A knot that was now tightened so much that Harper couldn’t part her hands.
Her mouth dropped open. “What are you doing?”
“You had your fun.” Maya pushed her onto her back, hovering over her. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Are you crazy!? She’ll hear us.”
“That sounds like a you problem. One you can avoid if you just stayquiet.”
Harper gaped. No… No, shewouldn’t. That was way too far. Way too risky, way too—
Maya pulled down Harper’s underwear. Kissed her sternum. Her stomach. The inside of her thigh.
“I’m feeling generous, so I’m giving you two options. Either you behave and let me do what I want.” Maya circled a finger against the top of Harper’s thigh. “Or you struggle and I’ll spank you for it. Which will it be?”
Harper froze. She didn’t exactly mind when Maya spanked her like that—quite the opposite, actually—but right now she wasvery much opposed. Moans could be muffled. The sound of a palm hitting skin, less so.
“You wouldn’tdare.”
“Is that really something you want to test? Since I’m so good at beingmean?” She tapped her hand against Harper’s thigh. It produced a light sting, but the low smack it made seemed close to deafening. “Now keep quiet. Or don’t. Either way, I’ll have fun with you.”
Maya lowered her face between Harper’s legs, arms around her thighs. She kissed her hip, her mound, her slick skin. Then, she circled her tongue around her clit.
Harper clasped her bound hands over her mouth. This wouldnotend well. Their frequent escapades over the past week meant Maya had become highly familiar with Harper’s shortcuts. She knew just where and how to touch to make Harper’s body go haywire, and she looked like she was about to make wicked use of that knowledge.
The setting didn’t help either. Harper didn’t want to admit it. But the thought of getting caught sent such a thrill through her body that the moan caught by her hands was embarrassingly loud.
Her hands were yanked away from her mouth. Maya had grabbed the end of the scarf, holding on tight and keeping her wrists lowered.
“That’s cheating,” Maya said, grinning. “You need to learn to control yourself. You won’t do that if you have your hands helping you.”
