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It was well after midnight when Kai came home. But Chloe was expecting her. Lit candles flickered around the apartment; all the windows were open to allow in the urban stars of New York City, the streams of light from passing cars, the whisper of traffic. A pot of apple cider sat on the stove, perfuming the rooms with the scent of apples, cinnamon, and cloves.

The living room was draped in shadow and dancing candlelight when Kai's key sounded in the door. Chloe waited. She handed a surprised Kai a drink, took her keys from her hand, and put them in the small wooden box she kept on the wall shelf.

Kai smelled like the outdoors, fresh and crisp, with a hint of sweetness, like she'd been to a hooka bar.

“You smell nice.” Chloe tugged off Kai's scarf and draped it over the coatrack. Took her briefcase and laid it with care on the rack as well.

“What . . . what are you doing?” Kai stood frozen with her arms wide, the drink held obediently in her hand, as if she didn't know exactly what to do with it.

She stared around the apartment at the candles, at Chloe, who had dressed carefully for the night in a clinging red dress that bared an indecent amount of cleavage and stretched tight across her bottom. It was a dress she'd bought with seduction in mind, a dress that even she wouldn't wear outside the house. The stilettos she wore with it were equally scandalous. If shoes could scream “Fuck me now!” it was that pair.

Chloe unbuttoned Kai's jacket, tugged it off, maneuvering it around the tumbler of whiskey in Kai's hand. She turned around unnecessarily to put the jacket on the coat rack, giving Kai the full view of the red dress, rocking her hips with each step.

“I'm being a companion. What we agreed on.” She took Kai's hand and led her to the couch. “Is whiskey okay? I can get you something else if you'd like.”

The woman she wanted to be her lover again faltered just a few feet behind her, linked by the tether of Chloe's fingers, watching, Chloe knew, the sway of her ass under the dress.

“Chloe . . .” Kai's voice was hoarse.

With their hands joined, Chloe walked her to the couch, gently shoved her into its depths before kneeling before Kai. She pulled off her leather ankle boots, revealing thin black socks that clung to her slender feet. Kai's feet were warm in Chloe's hands, the bones narrow and pronounced. Chloe peeled off the socks and tossed them aside.

“Chloe. Stop.” Kai swallowed audibly.

“I'm not doing anything,” she said as she brought Kai's feet into her lap and slowly began to massage them. “You've had a long day. I'm trying to make you comfortable.” Chloe pressed the heel of one foot between her thighs, leaning forward until Kai's toes touched her breasts. Her nipples, hard before, pressed like diamonds against the thin material of her dress.

“This is much more than that, and you know it.” But Kai didn't remove her feet, only stared down at Chloe with dazed eyes, a hand still clutching the tumbler of whiskey, whose contents sloshed dangerously but did not spill.

“I'm seeing to your wants. Your needs.” She pressed the heel even more between her thighs, releasing a silent gasp as it ground into her clit. “Don't you want me to do that?”

The bones of Kai's feet were delicate under her hands, almost like a bird's. A surprise since she'd always thought the other woman so strong, steel wrapped in brown velvet. Chloe used her thumbs to press into the soft flesh, the balls of her feet, between her toes, her instep, until Kai relaxed on the couch, her head falling back, her lips parted on a sigh. From the floor, Chloe looked up at the woman she loved. At her beautiful body stretched out on the couch, its strength, its perfection, its uniqueness.

Although she'd tried time and time again, she'd never been able to find another woman like Kai. It was time she stopped trying to duplicate this woman who'd captured her heart before she'd been aware she had one.

Chloe stopped massaging Kai's feet once she was completely relaxed, her breathing even and calm. She still hadn't touched her drink. Chloe put Kai's foot on the floor, on the outside of her thigh. Kai's eyes fluttered open, and she looked down at Chloe, her gaze bouncing away from the ripe breasts spilling from the scooped neck of the red dress. Her tortured gaze landed on Chloe's eyes.

“Chloe.” Her voice was low, rough. “We talked about this. You know this can't happen again.”

“I got a job here.” She knelt with her hands in her lap, eyes downcast. “I'm staying in New York.” She lifted her lashes to stare at Kai. “I won't be in Atlanta much anymore.”

“This still can't happen, Chloe. For so many reasons.” Her hand clutched the whiskey, and she finally brought the tumbler to her lips.

“I probably won't see you again,” Chloe said, although it nearly made her sick to realize that could be true. “You shouldn't tell Mom what happened between us. I'll stay here and work. You go back to Atlanta on your own tomorrow and leave me here. By the time you come back to the city for another business trip, I'll have my own place.”

Kai blinked slowly, her lips glistening from the whiskey. She looked dazed. “That's not realistic.”

“What's not realistic is to tell Mom and not expect her to be upset. I don't want to destroy your friendship with her. It's better if you go back to Atlanta alone. We don't ever have to see each other again, and she never has to know what happened between us.”

“And that's why you're on your knees, like this?” Kai gulped the whiskey again, wincing from the drink's bite.

Chloe flushed. How could she find the words to say that she wanted to taste Kai just once? That she needed the feel of the other woman's most intimate flesh on her lips, a feeling to carry with her for the rest of her life?

“Kai.” She touched the legs on the other side of her, slowly moving her hands up to lean thighs, then narrow hips. Kai was frozen under her touch. “I want to make love to you. Just once.”

Before Kai could deny her what she wanted, Chloe climbed into her lap and kissed her.

It was like the first time. Kai's surprise that their mouths connected. A stillness. Chloe cupped her cheeks and deepened the kiss, keeping control this time, then straddled Kai and breathed against her mouth, licking the irresistible firm lips until they parted. Chloe made a soft sound of relief and pleasure. Half the battle was won.

She sighed into Kai's mouth, her tongue tentatively exploring the hot space as cool hands crept to the tops of her thighs, merely resting there as Chloe explored her mouth, licked the tongue that met hers with growing passion. She melted as Kai kissed her back, arousal like summer honey between her thighs, her nipples tingling against her dress.

Chloe lifted her head. “I want this,” she said. “This once.” She reached for the buttons of Kai's shirt.

“Chloe, no.” The other woman's lids drooped heavily over her eyes, and her lips were red and swollen from their kisses.

“Yes.” Chloe grabbed Kai's hand and shoved it under her dress, between her thighs. “Yes.”

A rumbling growl left Kai's throat. Her fingers began moving of their own accord, teasing Chloe's wetness, stroking her clit. Chloe bit her lip and shivered in reaction. She grabbed the bodice of her dress and pulled it down, spilling her breasts into the warm air of the apartment. Kai moaned again, a tortured sound, and latched a hot mouth onto Chloe's nipple.

“Yes, Kai. Yes . . .”

Chloe's hips moved as the hand played between her thighs, effortlessly finding the source of her pleasure, touching her with long and sure strokes, while a tongue licked her nipple, flicked it, circled the turgid point with warmth, until all Chloe could do was cry out Kai's name. She shuddered in orgasm and sagged against her lover.

But Kai's fingers still moved over her clit. They skated down to delve inside her wetness, stroking her deeply, inciting pleasure once again. Chloe hissed. She wanted to ride those fingers until she found bliss again, but there was something she wanted even more. She tipped her hips back, moving away until Kai's fingers slid wetly from her pussy. She shuddered.

Chloe slipped off her lover's lap and dropped to her knees between the spread thighs. She undid the belt, the pants, and yanked down the surprising black thong to latch her mouth onto Kai's clit. She was wet. The thong was soaked. Her clit was already rising up to meet Chloe's mouth.

“Fuck!” Kai's hands clenched her hair. “Baby, don't. . . .” But even as she was saying she didn't want it, her hips were moving, her pussy heading toward Chloe's mouth for more. She tasted fresh. The heat and wetness Chloe had expected, but there was a sweet scent of spice, as if she had rubbed her entire body down with the oil she used on her hair. Spicy wet cunt.

Kai's breath heaved. She panted Chloe's name.

“Fuck, baby. . . .”

Tingling arousal dripped between Chloe's legs at the sound of her name on Kai's lips. Moaning, she slipped her tongue down for more wetness from the drenched pussy, clenching her hands on the muscled thighs, which tightened and released with each stroke.

She'd waited her entire adult life to be here, on her knees for Kai, her skin aflame with sensation and lust. She was in shock that she was actually getting to taste Kai, getting to fuck her with her tongue, getting to feel the slippery heat of her pussy against her mouth, hear her groaning breaths. But her body knew what to do.

Her tongue fluttered at Kai's moist opening, licking the delicate gate to her pleasure, while her thumb caressed the slippery clit. Her lover shuddered. She hissed and gripped Chloe's hair, yanking her tight into her cunt, pulling Chloe's tongue deep into her wet heat.

Arousal gushed over Chloe's tongue. Kai gasped and thrust her pussy against her mouth, fingers tightly clenching the hair at Chloe's nape. Chloe gasped from the pain but did not stop the movement of her tongue, did not pull her thumb away from Kai's thickening clit.

She looked up and saw the most beautiful sight of all: Kai with her head thrown back, lips parted, hands fighting to push aside the buttons of her dress shirt. Then she gave up the fight, yanking the cotton until the buttons flew across the room. She made a sound of relief, yanked up her bra to touch her breasts and stroke her own nipples.

“Chloe. You're driving me crazy!” she gasped. “I'm losing my mind over you.”

She tugged on her nipples as Chloe slid her long tongue deep inside the heated wetness, sucked the swollen clit, undulating her tongue, until Kai was crying out her name and shivering. Her juices dripped down Chloe's chin.

“It's okay,” Chloe whispered against the quivering flesh. “I've got you.”

She held her mouth against Kai's pussy but did not release her.

More.

She wanted so much more.

Her body hovered on the edge of orgasm, wickedly close to achieving its ecstasy just from Kai's taste alone. She started moving her tongue again. But Kai fisted a hand in her hair and gently forced her head up. She dragged Chloe back into her lap, kissing her all the while, heat and sensation and a glorious explosion of lust between them. She unzipped Chloe's dress, tugged it completely off her body while they kissed, their moans rising urgently in the room. Then Kai's hands were on her bare breasts, squeezing her nipples, circling them with her thumbs.

She pulled her damp mouth from Chloe's. “I didn't get to do this last time. But I need it now.”

She lay Chloe back against the leather ottoman with her feet braced wide against the couch. Something cold, like a glass paperweight, pressed into Chloe's bare shoulder. A pencil poked her in the side, and her head hung down on the other side of the ottoman. But Chloe didn't care.

Her thighs were spread, her ass hovered over empty space, and her pussy was bare to Kai's gaze. Candlelight flickered around them as Kai licked her lips, then leaned forward to blow against her pussy. She trembled at the cool breath. Then the hot tongue lazily licked her clitoris, a slow and languorous dance that pulled at Chloe's hips, inclined them toward Kai's mouth for more of that expert touch, the mere brush of tongue a tease and a torture and a pleasure. She felt so open. Her body was so decadently stretched. Chloe opened her eyes to see the room upside down. Candles burning, the lights of the city. Her past life blowing away like ashes under a cleansing flame.

Jesus . . .

Her hips pushed into the air, toward Kai's mouth, while her thighs spread wider and her body stretched more.

“You're so beautiful,” Kai murmured against her wetness. “You taste what I imagine heaven is like.”

Then she slid her tongue inside Chloe. Fullness. The slurping of juices as Kai tongue fucked her, her nose stimulating her clit, her body quickening even more.

“Oh! God!”

Kai gripped Chloe's hips, feasting on her pussy. They both moaned at each stroke of Kai's tongue, the sensations rising with Chloe's gasping breaths. Sweat rippled across her skin and her belly heaved as Kai licked pleasure into her. Chloe screamed with her eyes shut tight. She clenched her fists in her own hair, crying out, thrusting her hips into Kai's face. The tight heat soared inside her until it had no place to go but out of her pussy in a hot, gushing pinnacle of fulfillment.

Gulping sounds. Kai swallowing her cum. Then her world spun as Kai lifted her, tenderly put her on the couch.

“This is the last time,” Kai panted.

“Yes.” The tears slid from Chloe's eyes. “Okay.”

For a moment, Kai hovered over her, indecisive. Her lips parted. “Okay,” she said. “Don't move.”

Chloe closed her eyes, feeling the tears rush down her cheeks, feeling like a fool for getting emotional when she was the one who had started this, the one who had wanted to fuck one last time before going her way. It had been even better than the first time, as she had gotten to touch Kai and the other woman had touch her too. Her body was still tingling in the aftermath of her orgasm, her nipples tight and ready again for Kai's mouth. Chloe shook her head, clenching her eyes shut and turning her face into the back of the couch.