The locker room door slams shut with an ear-splitting clang, jolting me out of my post-orgasmic stupor. Maddie is already halfway across the room, shimmying back into her sinfully tight jeans like she didn’t just spend the last fifteen minutes blowing my mind.

Among other things.

Unbelievable. She really thinks she can just walk away after that, all smug and satisfied? Oh, hell no.

“Hey, Reyes!” I call out, my voice echoing off the tiles. “Where’s the fire?”

She glances back at me over her shoulder, that infuriating smirk playing at the corners of her perfect mouth. “What’s the matter, Harper? Can’t keep up?”

Oh, it is so on.

I stalk toward her, ignoring the way my legs are still a little shaky, and back her up against the lockers. Her eyes widen briefly before narrowing into slits, her chin tilting up in defiance.

“You know, for someone who keeps insisting this is just a casual experiment, you seem awfully sure of yourself,” I murmur, bracing my hands on either side of her head. “A little too confident, if you ask me.”

Maddie scoffs, but I can see the way her pulse is jumping in her throat, the way her pupils are blown wide and dark. “Please. Like you weren’t begging for it two seconds ago.”

I lean in close, my lips a hairsbreadth from hers. “Maybe I just wanted to see how easy you were.”

Her breath catches, a soft sound that makes heat curl low in my belly. “I am not easy.”

“Mm, I beg to differ.” I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, breathing her in—soap and arousal and something citrusy that makes my head spin. “In fact, I think it’s time for a little role reversal.”

Before she can ask what I mean, I’m dropping to my knees and yanking her jeans back down her legs. She yelps, her hands flying to my shoulders as if to push me away.

“Emily, what the hell? We can’t… not here.”

“Why not?” I smirk up at her, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her underwear. “Afraid you can’t handle a taste of your own medicine?”

“I’m not afraid,” she hisses, but the tremor in her voice gives her away. “I just… Fuck, at least wait until we’re back in the dorm!”

I lean forward and press a kiss to the damp fabric covering her center, and her protest dissolves into a low moan.

Gotcha.

“What’s the matter, Maddie?” I breathe, nuzzling into her cloth-covered heat. “Scared someone might hear you?”

“Fuck,” she hisses, her hips canting forward and her fingers digging into my shoulders almost painfully. “Emily, please…”

I grin, pressing a kiss to her clit. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Hooking my fingers in her underwear, I drag them down her legs, baring her to my greedy gaze. She’s glistening pink and perfect, her folds slick with desperate want, and I have to bite back a groan at the sight.

I glance up at her through my lashes, holding her stare as I lean in and drag the flat of my tongue through her slit. Her head thunks back against the lockers, a broken cry escaping her lips, and triumph surges through my veins like liquid fire.

Holy shit, this is actually happening.

I’m eating out Maddie fucking Reyes in the goddamn locker room.

The thought sends a fresh flood of heat between my thighs and I moan against her, the vibrations making her shake.

I lick into her again, savoring the taste of her on my tongue, and she bucks against my face with a gasp. I grip her hips to hold her still, digging my fingers into the sweet curve of her ass as I explore her with long, slow strokes.

I find her clit and circle it with the tip of my tongue, flicking and teasing until she’s panting and shaking above me. Her fingers twist almost painfully in my hair, tugging me closer, silently begging for more.

“P-please,” she chokes out, and I nearly come on the spot at the desperation in her voice. “Emily, fuck, I need— I need—”

“Tell me.” I pull back just far enough to rasp the words against her swollen flesh. “Tell me what you need, Maddie. I want to hear you say it.”

She whines, her hips canting forward like she can’t help herself. “Your fingers. I need your fingers, I need you inside, please…”

I surge forward, sealing my lips around her clit as I thrust two fingers deep into her tight, clutching heat. She cries out, clamping down around me like a vice, and it’s all I can do not to come just from the feel of her, hot and slick and perfect.

“Oh god,” she sobs, riding my hand shamelessly as I pump in and out, crooking my fingers to hit that spot that makes her see stars. “Fuck, just like that, don’t stop—”

Maddie’s head is thrashing side to side, her grip on my hair bordering on painful. I’ve never seen her like this. So utterly wrecked, so completely at my mercy.

It’s intoxicating.

I seal my lips around her clit and suck, curling my fingers hard against her front wall, and she shatters with a ragged scream. Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, rippling and fluttering as I work her through the aftershocks.

And not just any girl. Maddie.

My roommate. My rival. My… whatever the fuck we are now.

“I have dinner with Derek,” she says, smoothing her shirt. “Hockey team thing at that steakhouse downtown. Can’t skip it or there’ll be questions about my girlfriend dedication levels.”

“Sure, of course.” My voice sounds admirably casual. “Very important to maintain the performance. Oscar-worthy commitment to character.”

She pauses at the door, hand on the handle.

“We should probably establish some rules,” she says without turning around. “If we’re going to keep doing all of this… experimental stuff.”

“What kind of rules?” I pull my jeans on.

She turns then, ticking points off on her fingers with the precision of someone who’s thought about this.

“One: only in our room. Two: only when no one’s around. Three: we don’t acknowledge this outside these walls. And four: it’s just physical. No feelings, no complications, nobody gets attached.”

I lean against the wall that just witnessed my nervous system’s dissolution.

“Have you done this before? This whole secret physical education arrangement?”

She shrugs with practiced nonchalance. “I’ve done enough to know how it goes wrong. Someone always catches feelings, wants more than what was agreed upon, and then everything gets messy.”

I force myself to nod, to keep my voice light and unaffected. “Sure. Casual. Totally meaningless sex with no strings attached. Sounds great.”

“So, we’re agreed then?” Maddie finally meets my gaze, her eyes guarded and careful. “Just fun. Just physical. Nothing more.”

“Agreed,” I say, the lie burning like acid on my tongue. “Nothing more.”

She nods once, sharp and decisive, then turns on her heel and marches into the dorm without looking back. I watch her go, my heart doing something painful and complicated behind my ribs.

The hollow feeling in my chest is definitely hunger. That’s all.

Just standard biological need for nutrients.