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“You have a perfect body, trust me,” Bridgette told her with her arms around Monica’s neck. “I’ve felt it.”

“You haven’t seen it yet.”

“I want to tonight,” Bridgette replied as she pressed her forehead to Monica’s. “And you have nothing to worry about. When you straddled me this morning, it took everything in me not to touch you. I would have, but we were in crisis mode. I’ve been thinking about touching you since I first saw you. I was a brat, though, so I couldn’t admit it to myself.”

“What if you see me, and it’s not… If I don’t turn you on. I’m a lot older than–”

Bridgette interrupted her by kissing her slowly, cupping Monica’s cheek, and putting all of her feelings of longing into that kiss in an attempt to silence Monica’s insecurities because she was beautiful, and Bridgette couldn’t wait to touch her and be touched by her. They kissed in the middle of the sidewalk like that for at least enough time to get three comments, one of them rude and the other two more about how hot it was. Bridgette also heard two throat clearings before she pulled back and stared into Monica’s blue eyes.

“I’m already turned on, and you’re going to make me wait untilafterdinner?”

CHAPTER 26

The rest of the day at work was uncomfortable. Bridgette’s parents were in their office when they returned. They gave Monica and Bridgette a polite head nod and a wave but didn’t get up to greet them, which they’d done a few times, at least, since Monica had arrived. That wasn’t really the uncomfortable part, though. Once Monica and Bridgette moved into the conference room and closed the door to plan and work on how Bridgette could save the company, things got more than a little tense.

“And I’m thinking that if we shut down that office, we’ll save on rent for the space, among other things,” Bridgette said, but her eyes were on Monica’s legs. “And you arereallywearing those jeans.”

“Bridgette,” Monica said with a chuckle. “Focus.”

“Iamfocused,” Bridgette replied as she leaned in a little closer. “On how good you look all the time.”

“You’ve woken up with me now. You know that’s not true.”

“Oh, it’s especially true then, when you haven’t turned on your work face yet, and you’re all sleepy and shy and–”

“I donothave a work face.” Monica laughed a little harder.

“Yes, you do. And I think it’s hot, too. In fact, if everyone were to go home right now and leave us alone in this room, I might just have to–”

“Bridgette, we’re heading home.” Bridgette’s mother had opened the door without them noticing. “Just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Oh. Good night,” Bridgette replied as she quickly sat back in the chair.

“Good night, Monica.”

“Good night,” she said with a polite smile.

That smile hid the fact that Monica had been picturing this woman’s daughter naked just seconds before she had opened the door to the room. Monica cleared her throat. She shouldn’t have brought sex up earlier. Now, it was on her mind, and it was on Bridgette’s mind, too, while they were supposed to be working on this very important thing that would mean life or death for Bridgette’s family-owned business. Then, they were supposed to have a nice dinner that she had already made a reservation for. All she could think about now, though, was that she’d put it on the table. She wanted it; that wasn’t in question. It was more that Monica hadn’t planned on saying it earlier. It had just come out, and now, they were both too focused on the fact that it would happen. She worried that might make them both too nervous later, resulting in it being more awkward than it would’ve been otherwise had she not said anything.

Bridgette’s mom turned with a smile of her own, left, and closed the door behind her.

“Fuck,” Monica whispered.

“What?” Bridgette said with muted laughter.

“Your mom almost caught us.”

“Caught us doing what?”

“You were–” She motioned to Bridgette. “Leaning in, and we were talking about… things.”

“Things?” Bridgette chuckled. “That’swhat you call it?”

Monica glared at her and said, “No, I call itsex.” Then, she leaned in and added, “Hot. Sweaty. Fast. All night long. Sex.”

“Fuck,” Bridgette whispered back.

“And slow. I like it slow, too.”

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