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“Unfortunately? Isn’t it a good thing if we agree on that?”

“I suppose so.”

The sound reappeared. Outside of the room but penetrating enough to enter Monique’s ear.What in the world is that?It was getting on her nerves.

“I think you might be right, love,” Helen said, rubbing Monique’s arm. “I think this place might be haunted. I don’t even believe in that sort of thing.”

“You know what I do believe in?” Monique turned against her, inhaling Helen’s musky scent as her hand dipped into herleggings and lovingly touched her favorite toy for them to share. “Moments like these. I don’t care if our plans were disrupted this weekend, Helen. We’re together, making love, and that’s all that matters.”

“Indeed. Besides, we have our whole lives to make plans. We’ve still got Christmas coming up, and then our honeymoon after the wedding…”

“Don’t skip over the wedding, Helen. That’s the most romantic thing of all!”

“I wouldn’t know much about it. I’ve never been married. And you’ve done the planning.”

“Oh, don’t remind me.” Monique squeezed her chest. “I’m loving this weekend for getting me away from that. You think your sister is stressed out? At least she’s doing grad school and not planning a 500-person wedding.”

“Now, Monique… be fair.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Helen was quiet, her body relaxing into a doze as Monique breathed on her skin. She was content with joining her… until she heard that strange sound again.

“Oooh.”

The moment she realized what it was, Helen also opened her eyes and cursed her blasted luck.

Chapter 9

Kathleen

There was one way to beat the cold, especially in a guest room with a gas fireplace on the fritz. And that one way was to take a shower, put on pajamas, get under the covers, and go down on the hottest pussy in the house.

Such was Kathleen’s lot at ten that night.Well, I told her I would earlier.She wasn’t a woman to go back on her word unless she had a damn good reason. And, really, being so cold that she only wanted to get beneath the covers and fool around was a good reason.

It was supposed to be one of those relaxing moments together. Kathleen wasn’t in a hurry to get Ira off. If anything, she was looking forward to enjoying this evening as much as she could.Didn’t we come up here with the intent of romance?Some women would argue whether getting a mouthful of hair was romantic, but Kathleen didn’t care what those women thought.All she knew was that she got a huge kick out of bringing Ira to the edge and then pushing her back again.

Tonight wasn’t about edging, however. Kathleen’s tongue and lips only cared about bringing Ira relaxation. Meanwhile, she would enjoy it as well.

“You’re gorgeous down there,” Ira said, amazingly in control for someone who had been getting it good for the past ten minutes. Then again, her voice was laced with desire. She just wasn’t about to ram her crotch in her girlfriend’s face and break her nose for the sake of an orgasm.Thank God. I need some warning for that, thanks.

Kathleen raised her brows and looked her girlfriend in the hazel eyes. The comforter covered the top of her head, but she could still see some things… like the haughty look radiating from Ira Mathison, the only one who would tell Kathleen she looked gorgeous eating her out.

She eased off, taking a deep breath as she grinned and delicately massaged Ira’s mound. “I’d like to think I look gorgeous no matter what I do for you.”

“Well, yes.”

Ira brushed the hair out of Kathleen’s face. For a moment, they shared a level of intimacy that made her blush. She loved Ira and told her as much all the time. Ira loved her and took good care of her, in and out of the bedroom – or office, she supposed. Yet having her hair brushed out of her eyes like that while she rubbed her nose along Ira’s musky body made her feel like a silly girl again.Some people have that power, I guess.It could be such a pain in the ass.

“I’m serious.” Ira did an admirable job sounding as such while her girlfriend nuzzled her nose in untamed body hair. “You look gorgeous all the time. Why would now be any different?”

Kathleen kissed her partner’s thigh. “Your mood sure has changed from earlier.”

“Oh, that? You mean when I was doing exactly what you wanted? Excuse me.”

“No, excuse me, my prince.”

“She’s calling me a prince!”

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