We waited for the other girls to vanish behind their doors before I followed Keke into her room. It was virtually identical to mine and she disappeared behind an intricately decorated screen in the corner. I felt like a moron, but I hadn’t realized what the hell the thing was for until Keke hung her dress over the top.

“No fun if I can’t watch,” I called.

She chuckled. “Just give me a moment.”

I leaned against a bedpost and crossed my arms. I still didn’t know what to really say in these situations. So, how are you enjoying your time in Ba Sing Se? Sorry, I meant maido hell. But none of that mattered right now. All I wanted was to feel Keke’s skin on mine.

More rustling of fabric and Keke made her entrance. My heart skipped. A green corset the same color as her formal dress hugged her waist and carried her breasts high on her chest. Black panties and thigh-highs accentuated her lower half, complete with a pair of high heels. Her tail swayed excitedly behind her, and a playful smile painted her lips.

“Woah,” I whispered, arms falling to my sides.

“Like it?” Keke slowly turned in place, then made her way toward me.

“I love it.”

Her smile widened. “It’s what I have to wear under that dress.”

I closed the distance between us, wrapping one arm around her waist and cradling the back of her neck with the other. “I like it better without the dress.”

She bit her lower lip, cheeks flushing. Goddamn, everything you do is sexy. I tangled my fingers in her hair and claimed her mouth. She gripped the front of my shirt, parting her lips and immediately reciprocating the motions of my tongue. We were both breathless and desperate. It had been too long and Keke’s form, her scent, her kiss; they felt like home.

I untangled the knots of her corset, savoring the taste of her and shivering with the intensity of her embrace. When I felt the strings give, I tugged the corset off of her and tossed it to the side. She all but tore my shirt free, discarding it without a word. I admired her at arm’s length, memorizing the picture of her half-naked in her stockings and heels.

“That’s a good look for you,” I breathed.

Keke danced her fingers through the curves of my chest, her ears and eyes flickering with interest. “Same for you.”

I took her hand and slid two of her fingers into my mouth, holding her stare while gently sucking on the tender digits. She gasped, leaning into me before I felt the tip of her tongue gliding across my collar bone and her teeth sinking into my shoulder.

Playing harder, hm? Don’t mind if I do.

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