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“Right,” Bridgette whispered again. “Slow.”

“But fast is also important.”

“Yes, it is.” Bridgette’s eyes lowered to Monica’s shirt. “Do we have to go to dinner?”

“Can you move your eyes up a little? Dan is out there.”

“Dan can mind his own damn business.” Bridgette’s hand moved to Monica’s thigh. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Bridge, we’re at work.”

“You started this with the whole hot, sweaty, fast thing.”

“You started it way before we even got back from our walk. You found that alley and pressed me up against the wall.”

“I kept my handsmostlyto myself.”

Monica lifted an eyebrow at her, placed her hand on top of Bridgette’s, and moved it.

“Oh, shit,” Bridgette let out softly when her hand was pressed between Monica’s thighs over her jeans.

“Should we go?” Monica asked.

“Yeah, we should…” Bridgette dragged a fingertip up over Monica’s center, which was already wet and ready. “We should skip dinner.”

“There’s a screen in the town car,” Monica shared in a breathy tone as Bridgette stroked again. “We can continue doing… this… on the way to your place.”

“Call them now,” Bridgette said. “Order the car.”

Monica went to pick up her phone but closed her eyes when Bridgette pressed her palm a little farther into her. She nearly dropped it but managed to keep it in her hand. When she opened her eyes, she met Bridgette’s for a second. They were a darker shade of green now, clearly showing what Bridgette was thinking. Monica pulled the app up on her phone and pressed the screen to order them a car. Then, she looked through thewindow to see Dan standing up and gathering his things. He was the last employee in the place. If he left before they got out of this room, Monica knew she’d have Bridgette on top of this table, and as exciting as that sounded to her, it wasn’t right for their first time. Besides, she wouldn’t be able to look Bridgette’s parents in the eye when they gave their presentation in this room if they did that.

“Ordered. Three minutes,” she said. “Dan’s leaving. We should go.”

“We can stay if he’s leaving,” Bridgette replied. “We’d be alone.”

“Not tonight,” she said. “Maybe another day, though. No security cameras, right?” she asked as Bridgette pulled her hand away, which she missed instantly.

“None. Just outside the two entry doors.”

“Let’s pack up our stuff,” Monica said. “I want to be at your place now.”

Bridgette stood quickly, and within minutes, they were packed up and in the town car. Monica hadn’t made out in the back seat of a car in, well, ever. She was a New Yorker and didn’t own a car. She’d also been taught to be a lady, so she hadn’t let anyone get to second base in the back seat of a cab or town car, but Bridgette’s hand was under her shirt and inside the cup of her bra, and her lips were on Monica’s neck.

“I like town cars now,” Bridgette mumbled by her ear.

“Me too,” she said breathlessly.

When they arrived, Monica had to attempt to pull herself together. She straightened her shirt and tried to put her hair back in place. Bridgette did the same with a smirk on her face. When their driver let them out, Bridgette took her by the hand to walk to her apartment, and only then it occurred to Monica that she hadn’t thought to pack a bag at her hotel before coming here, which meant she’d have none of her own stuff at Bridgette’s.She hadn’t been without her own things in years. She was sure it would be fine but prayed Bridgette would have a spare toothbrush.

Once inside the apartment, Monica stood in the living room while Bridgette dropped her keys onto the counter, which was only a few feet from the door. This was the part she’d been worried about. Things had been sexy, hot, and heavy just seconds ago, but now, they were alone for the first time all day. Now, all bets were off, and they were both stalling, both nervous. In that moment, though, probably for the first time in her life, Monica decided that she was going to take what she wanted, so she moved into Bridgette and backed her quickly up against the wall by the door. Then, as she took in Bridgette’s shocked expression, Monica placed Bridgette’s hands against the wall up by her head.

“You are so beautiful,” she said as she looked down at Bridgette’s body. “I want you.”

“I want you, too,” Bridgette replied.

“I want to take you,” Monica revealed. “Hard. I want to make you come, Bridge. Fast. Over and over again.”

“Oh, shit,” Bridgette let out. “Really?”

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