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Sienna spread her legs for Justine, her clit, once exposed to the air, ready to melt.

Justine settled between Sienna’s legs and nothing happened for a few long moments. Sienna looked down at her but could only see her tousled ash-blonde hair. Justine was taking her in—looking at her. Possibly deciding what to do next. It only made Sienna’s heart beat faster.

Then fingertips skimmed along the inside of her thigh. Ever so lightly, they skated along her wet center. Justine caressed her so gently, yet Sienna felt it in every cell of her body. Justine’s other hand rested on Sienna’s belly and she clasped her own around it. Justine’s fingers stopped mid-caress and gingerly pulled Sienna’s lips apart, causing Sienna’s breath to stall in her throat.

A moan escaped her, and in response, Justine squeezed Sienna’s hand. Between her legs, Justine’s fingers were replaced with the soft, hot tip of her tongue. As promised, she licked Sienna, but only along the edge of her sex—purposefully avoiding her clit. Justine sucked Sienna’s lips into her mouth and her breath picked up speed now as her body surrendered to Justine’s divine touch.

Justine teased her for a while longer, but then, finally, showed mercy. When the hot softness of her tongue landed on Sienna’s clit, again, ever so gently, it started the first round of fireworks in Sienna’s flesh.

Pure joy spread through her body as Justine, clearly very skilled at this, in a matter of minutes, licked her to an earth-shattering climax.

All the while, their hands had been entangled on Sienna’s belly, and Sienna held onto Justine’s for all she was worth.

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“What a day,” Sienna said on what sounded like a deep breath of satisfaction.

“Fuck yeah.” Justine pushed herself up and lay next to her, her body glued to Sienna’s warm side.

“You’re pretty good at that.” Sienna planted a kiss on Justine’s temple. “I have to hand it to you.”

“It was exactly the foreplay I needed.” A slow pulse throbbed between her legs.

Sienna’s body shook as she chuckled. “Not in a million years would I have imagined this when I met you this afternoon.” She examined Justine’s face as if to ask, ‘what about you?’

Justine just shook her head. Of course, she hadn’t imagined this. At least she hadn’t ended up in bed with the actor playing her—that would have been a too disturbing. Although, truth be told, being in bed with the actor playing Rochelle wasn’t exactly straightforward either. Rochelle had been her lover—more than her lover. It might have been a long time ago, but Justine had loved her—had truly let herself love another woman without the shame and guilt her upbringing had instilled in her about that—and that meant a lot to her.

“Maybe I have a subconscious weakness for movie stars,” Justine joked. “So it’s a good thing I don’t mix with your crowd very often.”

“That’s about to change though, isn’t it?”

Sienna was right. This was only the beginning.Gimme Shelterwould start shooting soon and it was beginning to dawn on Justine that she might have slightly underestimated what delving into her past would do to her. But she had a hot actor in her bed whose sweet, most intimate scent lingered on her lips, and whose cries of orgasm had just echoed through her bedroom.

“Yeah,” Justine said, then prevented Sienna from saying any more by kissing her. God, she loved kissing her, this almost stranger she barely knew—she’d have to watch some of her movies now. She was curious.

Sienna’s hand sneaked up Justine’s neck, her fingertips curling into her hair. Their kiss grew more intense, as did the thrumming between Justine’s legs.

“Would you like me to lick you too?” Sienna asked when they caught their breath.

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” Justine couldn’t suppress the grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Sienna’s brown eyes sparkled with delight or maybe it was desire. Justine didn’t know, all she knew, all she could be sure of, was that Sienna was breathtakingly beautiful. The deep dark warmth of her eyes. That sculpted jawline. Her expressive gaze. The hot glow of her skin.

Maybe what tipped her over the edge the most, what had perhaps been the first unconscious step for them ending up here, was how Sienna had been visibly shaken by visiting the shelter. It told Justine, without words needing to be spoken, that she would have the right kind of sensitivity—as well as the pluck she’d shown all day—to play someone as amazing as Rochelle. And to co-star in the movie of Justine’s life. Because no matter how much Justine liked to pretend that it wasn’t a big deal, that she was only doing it for the money she could raise for the shelter, it was a big thing in her life. The evidence of that was in her bed right now. The kisses being strewn onto the delicate skin of her neck were a direct result of Justine saying yes to that movie. Life could be funny like that.

Sienna kissed her way down, lingering for long minutes at Justine’s breasts, kissing and caressing with a tenderness that made more warmth blossom in Justine’s chest. Maybe this night with Sienna Bright was some sort of a weird and unexpected full circle moment, because of who she was going to be inGimme Shelter. Justine preferred not to waste her precious time thinking about things like that, but maybe she wouldn’t have a choice.

Sienna kissed a path farther down, her braids fanned out on the pale skin of Justine’s belly.

She might have meant it as a joke earlier, but fuck, it was a thrill to have Sienna go down on her. To feel her warm lips on her inner thighs. To have this hot young thing—as Rochelle had called her when the casting had been announced—lavish all of her attention upon her.

It was exhilarating to be in bed with Sienna, to have made her come, to flirt with her, and share this unforeseen pleasure with her. And yet, as soon as Sienna’s tongue touched against Justine’s clit, she knew it was a futile effort. She knew that a climax had, somehow, inexplicably, disappeared out of reach. This had started happening a few years ago. Not often enough for Justine to worry about at her age. But she had absolutely not expected it to happen tonight, in bed with Sienna Bright of all people. Perhaps the circumstances had a greater effect on her than Justine was able to admit to herself. Either way, right now, it was what it was.

“Hey,” Justine whispered, while softly caressing the back of Sienna’s head. “It’s okay.”

Sienna looked up at Justine from between her legs, her face a big question mark.

“It’s, um—it’s okay. Come here. I’ll explain it to you.”

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