Scrambled Seduction

Violet swung the door wide and pulled Freya inside. Her laugh cut through the hall as they dropped onto the living-room rug. Freya pulled a tile game from her bag and spread the pieces. Violet read the rules once and shrugged. "I'm in." She grabbed a handful of letters and fanned them across her palm. The board filled fast. Freya lined up clean words—CANDY, LUCK, LIGHT—earning soft nods. Violet countered with letters that burned. PUSSY. COCK. THIGH. Freya shot her a narrow look. Violet widened her eyes, all fake innocence. "It’s just the letters," she purred, sliding another dirty string into place. Freya rolled her eyes and called bullshit. Violet laughed low, slid over the rug, and pressed her bare knee against Freya’s. She traced one finger up the inside of Freya’s forearm, slow enough to leave goosebumps. "Want to stop playing?" Violet whispered. Freya’s breath caught. She stared at the tiles for a second, then pushed them aside and hooked two fingers into the neck of Violet’s shirt, yanking her the rest of the way in. Their mouths met hard, a game abandoned for something far messier.