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“Shut up,” Bridgette replied with a soft laugh. “Talk aboutthatlater.”

Monica smiled up at her and said, “Then, come for me.”

When she pushed in deeper, Bridgette rolled her hips down into Monica’s hand.

“Tell me how good it feels again,” Monica requested.

“So good, baby,” Bridgette replied. “I want it like this again.”

She closed her eyes and focused on the orgasm building between her thighs.

“Bridge?”

Bridgette opened her eyes and met Monica’s.

“Look at me when you come,” Monica said softly.

Bridgette nodded, and when the orgasm finally began to take her over, she grasped Monica’s face in both of her hands,using her hips to keep the buildup going, and stared deeply into Monica’s eyes.

“I’m coming,” she said, focusing not just on the sensation but on keeping her eyes open and on Monica’s. “God, I’m–” She stopped when she came.

Her hips moved erratically, but she still kept her eyes trained on Monica’s, trying to silently tell her that she loved her without using the words just yet. It was too soon. Too much was still up in the air for them both. She couldn’t risk putting the words out there only to not hear them said back to her.

“Oh, baby,” Monica said before she kissed Bridgette. “God, you’re so…” She placed her hand between Bridgette’s breasts. “Just everything I always wanted and never knew I could have.”

“You have me,” Bridgette told her as her hips slowed. “You have me. I’m yours.”

Monica leaned up, captured her lips in another hard kiss, and said, “I’m yours, too. No matter what, never doubt that, Bridgette.”

“I won’t,” she said as she stopped moving. “I won’t.”

Monica pulled her hand out from between them, and Bridgette felt it cup her breast. Her own wetness coated her skin as Monica then took that breast into her mouth.

“Will you sit on this sofa and let me–”

“Yes,” she interrupted. “Whatever you were about to say, the answer is yes.”

CHAPTER 32

“Dad, come on,” she said into the phone.

“Where is this coming from, Monica? I’ve been running Arnette since before you were born. You’ve always known you’d be taking over for me.”

“I know. And that meant that I never really thought of doing anything else.”

“And now, youare?” he asked.

“Dad, I can’t explain it to the point where you’ll understand it. You came out of school and went right into buying companies. Like you said, since I was born, I was told that I would do that, too, when you retired.”

“I thought you wanted this.”

“I did. I mean, IthoughtI did, too. I always have. But I’m not sure my heart is in it all the way anymore.”

“So, the thing we’ve been planning and talking about for decades, you suddenly no longer want?”

“I don’t know how sudden it is,” she replied honestly. “I feel like coming down here and working with Southern Hospitality has just made me realize it, but it’s been there for a while now. I sit in hours and hours of meetings, sometimes until ten o’clock at night. I’m emailing people who I’m not in those meetings with wheneverI’mnot in meetings. I know that that’s what the jobentails, but I also know it’ll be more of that if I take over for you in a few weeks.”

“And you don’t want that?”

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