Louisa’s POV

Fuck. That’s what I wanted to hear. I could build fantasies for a decade just thinking about Margaret, legs spread on her couch or while she was lying in the middle of her bed, touching herself.

“By yourself, what do you do? Just the clit?”

“Yeah.”

“or with the aid of something . . . ?”

“Sometimes.”

“I bet I can make you come like this,” I said, and slid two fingers carefully inside, feeling her squeeze me. I brushed my nose against hers. “Tell me. Do you like my fingers here? Fucking you?”

“Louisa . . . you’re so dirty.”

I laughed, nibbling at her jaw. “I...