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“I haven’t been able to think about anything else,” Bonnie admitted, aching to close the distance and taste Madison’s lips. She couldn’t help it. Despite her best efforts, and the red warning signs flashing in her brain, their chests rose and fell together. Strained. Painful. Millimetres apart.

Madison’s gaze burned into hers. Steady and loaded. When she spoke, the words came out low. “Prove it.”

Slowly, Bonnie unzipped the front of her shorts, the friction of the zip humming through her. Without tearing her eyes from Madison’s searing blues, she took Madison’s hand and guided it inside her underwear.

Madison cursed; Bonnie gasped.

Madison’s fingers rubbed the length of her drenched underwear, and Bonnie moaned, pushing into her hand. She soaked in every reaction, eyes dropping to Bonnie’s mouth as she circled her fingertips over her swollen clit. Bonnie dug her fingers into her waist, desperate for Madison to move faster.

Bonnie’s breath caught, sticking in her throat. “Please.”

Madison pushed her onto the small sofa, tugging her shorts down and slipping her fingers straight inside her.

Bonnie pressed back into the cushion, her body flashing with a fierce heat. “Fuck, Madison…”

The relief was immediate, the sound of her neediness too loud for the small room. Madison fucked her hard, brows furrowing; one hand cupped her face, the other glided into her. Bonnie laced her hands in Madison’s hair, scratching the soft fuzz of her undercut, pulling her lips to hers. Bonnie moaned into her mouth, her core pulling tight.

God, she was unravelling fast.

A sharp knock at the door jolted fear up her spine. Bonnie pushed Madison off her.

“One minute,” she called, her voice strained and breathless as she crawled upright. “Fuck,” she muttered, her pussy throbbing at the emptiness. She caught Madison’s eye from the other side of the room. Pupils blown, hair messed, fingers slick with Bonnie’s arousal under the dressing room lights. Bonnie couldn’t deny it anymore: Madison Moore was ridiculously attractive. And she wanted to fuck her.

“How am I supposed to handle seeing you on stage for ninety minutes?” Madison knocked her head back into the wall, a groan sticking in her throat. “Knowing this is how wet you are for me?”

Bonnie pulled up her shorts, adrenaline firing through her. “How am I going to dance like this?” Her thighs spasmed, her crotch damp and uncomfortable. “Jesus.”

“Everything alright?” Kelsie called through the door. “I need Madison for micing up.”

“Yes!” Bonnie answered, too chipper. “Just wrapping up.” She patted down her hair, checking her lipstick for smudges in the mirror.

Their eyes locked, the distance between them only deepening the ache between her legs.

“Go,” she told Madison. “Don’t be late again.”

“Fine. But we’ll continue this later.” With a wink, she disappeared through the door, leaving Bonnie alone.

Breathing heavy and clit aching, she hesitated. Her pulse thundered in her neck, chasing release. She needed this; she needed something. She met her reflection in the mirror, eyes hooded and wanting.

Fuck it.

She ran to the door and locked it, undoing her shorts and collapsing back on the sofa. Her fingers dipped beneath her underwear and circled her slippery clit. She swallowed a moan, the pressure so welcome, her eyes rolled back. It wouldn’t take her long.

She thought of Madison’s strong hands. Her rough kisses. The way her blue eyes burned into hers.

And as the crowd cheered and roared at Lipstick Fever’s entrance, Bonnie came hard, cursing Madison Moore.

Chapter Fourteen

Madison and Bonnie

There were few things Madison hated more than shopping. People pushing in, the assault of perfumes on her nose, the bright lights, and all the awful waiting around. Shopping with Ruby was the worst of all. ‘Browsing’ wasn’t in her sister’s vocabulary. She had to try on everything. In every colour. In multiple sizes. Because sometimes oversized suited her outfit and sometimes she wanted the clothing tighter. Madison usually vetoed the latter ones.

But when she’d asked her sister what she wanted to do in London, Ruby had rolled her eyes as if there would be any other option other than sitting in shop after shop with Madison bored out of her brain, breathing in stuffy air that stunk like feet. Still, it made Ruby happy, so Madison sucked it up.

She stretched out her legs with a sigh, rustling the handful of shopping bags by her feet. A balding man sitting in the chair opposite shared a nod of solidarity with her. His partner had brought in such huge armfuls of clothes, Madison couldn’t see her head as she disappeared into the changing room.

“What do you think?” Ruby burst from behind the curtain, twirling a tight black dress, her long brown hair scooped over one shoulder.