Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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The bass from the dance floor still pulsed in their bones as they made their way to the velvet-lined VIP section. Bottles of champagne and mixers glistened on ice, catching the light like tiny disco balls. A fresh round of drinks was already being poured by the time the four of them sank into the plush booth.

Megan slid in first, Ashley right behind her, immediately curling up in her lap like she belonged there. Abigail and Emma followed, Abigail pulling Emma close enough that their thighs pressed and the warmth between them practically sparked.

Ashley grabbed a strawberry from the fruit tray and held it above Megan's lips. "Open."

Megan raised a brow but obeyed with a smirk, letting Ashley feed it to her, slow and teasing. "You trying to turn me into dessert already?"

"You are dessert," Ashley said, licking juice from her fingers.

Emma laughed, sipping her mocktail with a hint of challenge in her eyes. "Y'all are gonna get us kicked out."

Abigail leaned in and whispered, "Then we'd just have to finish the party at home," before pressing a kiss behind her ear. Emma's breath hitched, and she set her glass down before it slipped from her fingers.

A beat of silence passed, heat pulsing low and electric between the four of them. Then Megan leaned forward, eyes glittering. "Truth or dare?"

Ashley clapped her hands. "Yes! Finally. Let's go."

"Emma," Megan said, smirking, "truth or dare?"

Emma raised an eyebrow, sipping her mocktail with a confident tilt of her chin. "You're going straight for me, huh? Dare."

Megan leaned forward like she was about to share a secret with the whole booth. "I dare you to sit in Abigail's lap for the next ten minutes... and not kiss her."

Emma froze with the drink halfway to her lips, then let out a laugh, full and warm. "That's not a dare, that's torture."

Abigail opened her arms dramatically. "Come suffer, baby."

Emma slid onto her lap, arms draping around her neck with practiced ease. Their bodies pressed together, and the instant warmth between them crackled like static. She smirked and met Megan's gaze. "Okay, but... what happens if I can't make it the full ten minutes?"

Abigail grinned before Megan could answer. "Yeah, Meg, what's the punishment?"

Megan's eyes glittered. "If you kiss her before time's up, you have to whisper your dirtiest fantasy in her ear... in front of all of us."

Ashley's jaw dropped. "Wait—what kind of game is this?" Then she giggled and sipped her drink. "I love it. Carry on."

Emma gave a thoughtful hum, settling in more comfortably. "Okay... I accept your terms."

Abigail's hands immediately went to Emma's waist, thumbs stroking gentle circles just beneath the hem of her top. She leaned in, brushing her lips against Emma's cheek—soft, slow, just barely a kiss. "Good luck," she whispered.

"You're evil," Emma whispered back, trying to control her breathing as Abigail's fingers trailed lazily up and down her spine.

Over on the other side of the booth, Ashley was feeding Megan a cherry from her drink, while Megan's hand roamed her thigh under the table, both of them clearly caught in their own bubble.

Emma bit her lip hard, trying not to react when Abigail's fingertips grazed the edge of her bra through her shirt. "You're not playing fair."

Abigail smiled, all charm and fire. "Never said I would."