A Game of Hearts and Heists: A Steamy Lesbian Fantasy Romance (Girl Games Book 1)

“Anything I want?” Quinn purrs.

“For you, Quinn Adams… I’d do anything.” I lean down and caress her collar bone with my lips, her skin warm against the biting chill of night air. Water flows over my body, drenching my braid.

“Take off your clothes, Scarlett,” Quinn says, and it’s the most commanding thing I’ve ever heard her say. I baulk, realising I’ve never relinquished control, never let myself be vulnerable.

This is a first for me.

For us.

The air around us feels different, as if tonight, instead of fighting and fury, we’re united, we’re one, moving the stars and galaxies. Aligning the universe to where it always should have been.

“Now take mine off,” she says, never looking away. Her eyes locked on mine as I dutifully do as she says, slipping her sports bra and knickers off. The intensity bridged between us is infinite, as if we are the only ones left in the world, as if she is my everything and I am hers.

My heart pounds against my ribs, but not because I’m angry, not because I hate her. But because I don’t.

Because I want this in a way I’ve never wanted it before. I want her in a way I’ve never wanted her before.

It consumes me. Fills my body and sets me alight. The need, the yearning, it burns in every cell. I lunge forward, but she holds her hand out, stopping me.

It’s torture. The restraint tears at my muscles, and she knows it. She is beautiful naked, the soft flesh of her belly, her rounded breasts and pert brown nipples. I would spend the rest of my life making her come, and it wouldn’t be enough. I don’t think I could ever get enough of her.

She shifts her bum to the edge, her legs clamped together, graceful, ladylike. I can’t see her core, and I need to. I need all of her.

“Touch yourself,” she says.

I open my mouth to protest, desperate to taste her, to have her. But she waggles a finger at me. “A deal is a deal.”

So I slip my hand beneath the water and part my legs. I touch the swollen nub of my clit, but I keep my eyes on her, watch as her lips part, a breath escaping. My nipples bob in and out of the water, the cold air hardening them to points. I bite my lip, rub my clit faster, allow myself the softest of moans.

She goes rigid, her jaw flexes. It’s hurting her to hold back as much as it’s hurting me. I step closer, lay my other hand on her thigh. I can’t touch her where I want, but I can drive her wild.

I moan louder. I’m getting close.

“Stop,” she commands.

I do. Fire burns through my eyes. Fuck, I was close.

She points to the side of the pool. “Lean over the edge.”

I glide through the water and lay my stomach on the cold poolside.

“Now spread your legs.”

I suck in a breath, open my legs, baring myself to her. She takes my thighs in her hands and then she slides her tongue over my wet cunt. I let out a guttural moan as she flicks her tongue against my clit, over and over. She slides her mouth over my flesh. The more I soak her mouth, the harder she grips my legs and the faster she laps at my core.

“Quinn…” I pant, breathless.

I can’t hold on anymore. Her mouth is like lightning and ecstasy, the rhythmic beat of her lips and tongue, over and over, harder and faster until I break apart in her mouth and I’m crying out her name.

I pant against the stone pool, tingles coursing through my body. And then I spin round, turning on her. But she’s already sat on the edge of the pool, her eyes dark and devious.

“Come here,” she says and draws me closer with her finger.

I do as she asks.

“Kiss me.”

I rise out of the water, slide my lips over hers until I can taste myself and my wetness on her tongue. I bite her bottom lip, suck it as I pull away. She moans against me, then pushes me off.

She stares at me, and slowly, she opens her legs, millimetre by millimetre, as if this, like everything else we do, is a game.

You win, Quinn. I’m yours.

When her legs are spread apart and I can see her wet pussy bared in front of me, it takes every ounce of strength to stay put.

“And now?” I say. “Now, what would you have me do?”

She tuts and pouts her lips. “Eat, Scarlett. Now it’s time to eat.”

I grin, because I’ve never been so fucking hungry in all my life.