Emery feels Selene's eyes on her soft curves long after the lawyers leave. In this contested house, they play the part of distant relatives, but the air thickens with what neither can admit. Selene wants to nurture and break her at once.

One hand rests on Emery's lower back after another slammed door, heat spreading while probate documents lie ignored. Selene's voice shifts from cool authority to something darker, promising to draw every drop from Emery's heavy breasts and praise her for taking it. Emery trembles between fear of abandonment and the need to yield completely.

How much of herself will she surrender to the woman who might still leave once the estate is won?