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“Just suck me. Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Toya asked as she looked up at her.

“Toya, make me come.”

Toya smirked again, likely assuming Bridgette needed her that badly, but in reality, Bridgette just didn’t want to talk about how good she tasted or how good Toya felt when she’d been inside her. She wanted to come because this was them simply having sex.

Toya’s head lowered back down, and her tongue licked for several strokes until Bridgette tugged a little at her head.

“Tell me to suck you again. That was fucking sexy,” Toya muttered against her clit.

“Toya… Come on,” Bridgette said.

As she enjoyed her clit being sucked, Bridgette thought about all the greeting cards she’d written over the years. Most of them had been about the beauty of love. She’d never made one to capturethismoment: a woman kneeling on her own floor, sucking on another woman’s clit, whilethatwoman told her to until she came. Bridgette laughed to herself, picturing the front of that card and thinking about what shops in the Quarter might sell it. Then, she came.

“Oh, fuck!”

Her hips rocked against Toya’s mouth until she had to tap Toya’s shoulder to get her to stop because she couldn’t handle any more touches.

“Bed?” Toya asked as she glanced up at Bridgette and licked her lips, looking satisfied and confident in what she’d just done.

Bridgette considered saying yes. She knew if they went to the bed, she’d likely come again and again after that. But there was something in her that just couldn’t turn off her thoughts about the fact that her family was going to lose their business and she couldn’t talk to Toya about it. She’d made that clear before when she’d kissed Bridgette to shut her up.

“No,” Bridgette said. “I think I’ll go, actually.”

“Bridge, you said you could handle this.”

“Iamhandling this. That’s why I need to go.” She stood up. “You don’t want to be the person I talk to about things, which is fine. I’m good with that. I just have some things I need to talk about, so I’m going to go.”

Toya stood up and asked, “So, is that it? You stop by for, like, ten minutes, we have sex, and you leave?”

“That’s whatyouwanted,” she replied as she found her pants and pulled them on with her underwear.”

“I didn’t mean you’d leave after one really quick round, Bridgette. I didn’t mean that we couldn’t talk to each other at all.”

“Well, I think that’s what I need this to be if we do it again. Besides, you cut me off when I was trying to talk to you, Toya.”

“If? You saidifwe do this again. I thought…”

“If you want to, we can. It just needs to be sex.”

“And you’re sure? You’ve never wanted this before.”

“I still want a relationship.”

“Which is why I’m surprised that you even said what you said on the phone and that you came here today.” Toya wiped her mouth.

“Well, it happened.” Bridgette clasped her bra. “Now, I’m going to go. Text me if you want to do this again, and I’ll decideif that’s what I want to do then, I guess.” She picked up her shirt and threw it on over her head.

“Um… Okay.”

Bridgette pulled open the door and closed it quickly behind her, stopping for a second to let it hit her. She’d just slept with her ex-girlfriend, the woman she’d been trying to get over for the past eight months, and ithadactually just been sex to her. That part was a good thing. Having sex with her at all, though, wasn’t.

CHAPTER 4

The weather had prevented the company jet from taking off the previous night, leaving Monica all packed and ready to go but with no way to get there. She’d returned home and had to unpack her toiletries since she rarely had backups and hadn’t been prepared with travel-sized anything, so after that, she’d sent an email to her assistant asking her to pick up at least three of every staple in her bathroom so that she’d never have to run into this situation again. She’d already been upset about having to go somewhere at the last minute, and then, she’d had to unpack her stuff and repack it all over again the following morning.

After spending a few hours in the office to try to give herself a little more time with her team before she’d be gone unexpectedly for a few weeks, she headed back to the airfield. There, she was told all was clear, and they took off. She hadn’t even thought to bring her assistant with her, which seemed like something she should have suggested because as she sat on the flight, Monica came up with at least ten things for her to do while she was gone. She could delegate. Of course, delegating to her assistant was one thing. Asking a director in one of the departments she oversaw to handle something she wasn’t sure they could take care of properly was quite another.

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