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“You have no idea.” Sienna put her hand on Justine’s knee and gave it a squeeze that was not to be misunderstood.

Chapter15

“I hope you don’t think I’m in your bed because of money,” Justine said.

“I hope you don’t think I flashed my dad’s money around to get you into bed,” Sienna replied. She lay in the crook of Justine’s arm, her skin still glowing from a trembling climax.

“Maybe we’re both a little guilty, but it doesn’t bother me in the least.”

Sienna let out a soft laugh. Only Justine would have the balls to say something like that—and as post-orgasmic pillow talk no less.

“My intentions were pure,” Sienna said.

“Sure they were.” Justine gently stroked Sienna’s cheek. “But I respect that you fully go for what you want. I also presume that you wouldn’t have made me return the money if I had not accepted your invitation.”

“It’s not my money,” Sienna said.

“I do have a question I’ve been trying to ignore since we were in the car.” Justine’s fingers drifted to Sienna’s back.

“Shoot.”

“When I was here last weekend, I made it pretty clear that, well, I am who I am and, um...” Justine struggled to find the right words. “You came on pretty strong earlier. Surprisingly strong, actually.”

“I like spending time with you.” Sienna skated her fingertips over Justine’s belly. “I like having sex with you.”

“That’s it?” Sienna’s touch made Justine’s breath come out a little ragged.

“We agreed to play it by ear and that’s what we did.”

Justine’s fingers meandered up to Sienna’s ear. “Your ears must have some kind of special powers then.” She stroked the edge of Sienna’s ear.

“Why? Don’t you like me?” Sienna wanted to turn on her side so she could look Justine in the eye, but she resisted the temptation.

“Oh, I like you a lot.”

“Well, then. It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that.” Of course it was a lot more complicated than Sienna made it out to be. Since last Saturday, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Justine. Rehearsals for the movie hadn’t helped. Her life right now pretty much revolved around Justine. On set, she was going to play falling in love with a young Justine, played by an actor, but still.

Most powerful of all, though, was the real Justine. The woman she had become. All tenacious drive and delicious stubbornness. Sienna wanted nothing more than to scratch a little at the sturdy surface of the armor she carried around with her, and then, if she could be so lucky, plumb the depths of her soul. Justine was one of the most interesting, complex, and intriguing people Sienna had ever met. And they’d ended up in bed three times since that first meeting. Sienna was not going to walk away from that just because of Justine’s abysmal track record in relationships—on the contrary, it was exactly the kind of person she ran toward, arms spread wide.

“As long as we’re on the same page about that.” Justine pinched Sienna’s earlobe.

“Aw,” she play-acted. “I’m going to get you for that.”

“Oh, I can’t wait.” Justine’s belly shook as she laughed. “I think it’s time I tried that present you got me.”

There was nothing complicated about how Justine slipped the toy inside Sienna. She did it with the kind of verve that drove Sienna wild from the very first second. Because it was one thing to give another woman a strap-on as a present, but it certainly wasn’t a given that the other woman would appreciate it—a lesson Sienna had learned years ago, but still, she hadn’t been able to resist with Justine. Now, it was paying off big time.

Justine moved the toy inside her slowly, but quickly amped up the rhythm. Sienna spread wide for her, her legs as open as her heart felt in that moment. She tried to return Justine’s gaze but the ecstatic sensation traveling through her flesh made her eyes fall shut. Sienna moaned breathily, her body surrendering to Justine, to her enthusiasm, but also to the speed with which she’d come home with her, to the banter she was so good at, to how she was—Sienna truly believed—leaving the doorway into her soul ajar for Sienna to glimpse at.

It only delighted Sienna more, made her feel more, made her dig her fingertips into the soft flesh of Justine’s back deeper as she moved inside her—as she cut off Sienna’s breath with pleasure.

Justine looked so fucking gorgeous while she did this, so sunk into this special moment, so completely in tune with Sienna—as though, for the time being, she could finally forget that she ran a homeless shelter for LGBTQI+ youths. And sure, it was a little immoral for Sienna to use her father’s money like that, a little sleazy even. But the outcome was a win-win for everyone involved. Especially for Sienna, right now, as Justine took her to ever new heights of delight.

“Fuck,” Sienna said, and not just because of how much she enjoyed what Justine was doing but also because she felt more than she let on, than she could admit to Justine without having her run for the hills. She’d have to be careful and strategic, and while it might become a dangerous game for her heart to play, for her mind—and her flesh that always wanted more—it was a pure delight. To have Justine fuck her like this felt, if not like a victory—that, too, sounded a little sleazy—then at least like gaining some ground on the difficult terrain of Justine’s whole being.

There was no denying that Justine wanted her. She could say whatever she wanted about how she was—she could claim to be as emotionally unavailable as a rock—it was not how she acted. And it was that very paradox that drove Sienna maddest of all, that she couldn’t get enough of. It was her weakness. She had the scars on her heart to prove it. Yet, she only wanted more. And how she wanted Justine Blackburn.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sienna groaned between heavy breaths. Justine’s body was hot on hers, her lips kissed her neck while her mouth produced the most divine little grunting sounds in Sienna’s ears.

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