A Devil On Both Shoulders

Kenna James paces her living room, chewing her lip raw. Tonight’s supposed to be the night—her first time with another woman between her and her girlfriend—and the thought knots her stomach. She’s seconds from canceling when two red-haired demons blink into existence: Lacy Lennon and Vanna Bardot, sinfully tailored suits cut low, halos nowhere in sight. “Where’s the angel?” Kenna blurts. “Switched sides,” Lacy purrs. “We both want the same thing for you: that threesome.” Vanna trails a fingertip along Kenna’s bare shoulder. “You’re tense, baby. Let us loosen you up.” At first Kenna laughs it off—until soft lips graze her neck and sure hands slide beneath her dress. The devils undress her slowly, worshiping pale skin with hot mouths and clever fingers until her breath breaks into little moans. They ease her onto the couch, Lacy’s tongue flicking over her clit while Vanna’s lips claim a nipple. Kenna’s fingers fist red hair, pulling them closer, hips rocking, worries melting into slick heat. When she comes, it’s sharp and sudden, thighs trembling around Lacy’s grin. Panting, flushed, Kenna finally smiles. The real night can wait; right now she needs every wicked second these two devils have left to give.