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“I’m here for whatever you need,” she whispered, then pushed herself up and looked Sienna straight in the eye as she, gently and slowly—as was her way—slipped her fingers inside Sienna. As she did—again—what Sienna had asked of her. As she fucked her.

Sienna’s breath stalled and, with it, all the agony that had been eating her from within came to a stop as well. It disappeared to a place from where it could no longer hurt her. Because Sienna was captured in Justine’s tender gaze, by the smooth strokes of her fingers, and the nimble positioning of her thumb over her clit. There was no room for anything else, especially not for pain and grief. Effortlessly, Justine took her back to the time when Sienna’s father had still been alive. When she and Bobby, although estranged, still had all the time in the world to get to know each other. To forge a better father-daughter bond. To, quite simply, be better at being a parent and a child. Everything was still possible because Justine was doing the one thing that was impossible. She stopped time. When she looked into Sienna’s eyes, with all that love so brazenly, so easily, on display in her face, she made the minutes stop. Justine had that power. And Sienna loved her for it.

It didn’t take long—not nearly long enough—for Sienna’s body to surrender to Justine’s touch, but most of all to her attention, to her care and focus and understanding. To all that she had given Sienna from the instant she had come knocking on her door.

Justine’s fingers were no match for Sienna’s exhausted body, her defenses crumbling as though made out of water instead of something stronger.

Sienna came hard and loud and with her muscles shuddering at Justine’s hands. Of course she did. Such was Justine’s power over her.

Chapter33

Sienna lay with her head in the crook of Justine’s arm. When Sienna had reached for Justine earlier, when she wasn’t fully awake yet, Justine hadn’t been able to resist. Sienna’s intention might have been the same as last night, but the gesture had been so different. Neither one of them seemed to regret what had just happened—Justine certainly didn’t.

“When I saw you at Min-ji’s with Marcy,” Sienna said, “I was so jealous.”

Justine chuckled softly, making Sienna’s head bounce up and down a little, but she didn’t say anything else. She wanted to let Sienna talk. To let her say whatever she wanted to say in this delicate post-orgasmic moment.

“I was jealous of this improbable giantess with the most impressive shoulders I’ve ever seen,” Sienna mused. “The possibility that you might be on a date with her drove me mad.”

“A date? Really?” Justine could no longer keep quiet when she heard something preposterous like that.

“You never know,” Sienna whispered, her voice growing small again.

“Maybe not,” Justine said, “but I hope you know now.”

Sienna’s chin bumped against Justine’s chest as she nodded. A silence fell. Despite everything that had happened, it was glorious to have Sienna lie in her arms like that. It felt right. Like the only possible way to spend a Saturday morning although, as usual, Justine had a million things to do. But for Sienna, she would make time. She would take the hours she was unable to give her on the day of her dad’s funeral and multiply them by a thousand, and give all of them to Sienna from now on.

In the end, Justine didn’t need to hatch a plan to get Sienna to come back to her. She had come back of her own accord. First, to sleep. Then, last night, for more.

“I’m sorry for coming on so strong. That was not okay,” Sienna said softly while her hand drifted up and down Justine’s belly—driving Justine insane with lust.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” Justine tried to make her voice sound normal.

“You can handle anything and understand everything,” Sienna said.

“Not true.” Justine’s voice had shot all the way up. “Because right now I’m having big trouble handling your fingers on my skin like that.”

“Oh, really?” Sienna dipped her fingers lower, stroking Justine’s belly.

Justine could only reply with a sharp intake of breath. All week, the tension in her body had been building. A week of Sienna sleeping in her arms, her skin warm and inviting against hers. Justine had plenty of understanding, but she really couldn’t handle much more of this. Especially not after making—and watching—Sienna come earlier.

“Are you sure you have time for this?” Sienna’s fingers skated lower, to an inch above Justine’s clit. “I know you are a very busy woman. You must have better things to do than this.” Sienna removed her hand from Justine’s belly and brought it to her lips. She sucked the tip of her index finger into her mouth, making a smacking sound, then lowered her hand again. Ever so softly, she placed her moist fingertip right next to Justine’s clit.

“I couldn’t be more sure,” Justine said.

“I had no idea you were into muscle chicks like Marcy.” Sienna drew a slow circle around Justine’s clit. “What are you doing with the likes of me?”

“Oh, fuck.” Justine wasn’t really listening anymore to what Sienna was saying. Maybe she really had been jealous. Maybe it had played its part in Sienna turning up at her door like that. Either way, Justine would much prefer it if Sienna stopped talking now—especially about Marcy. She knew the perfect way to make that happen. “I need your mouth,” she groaned. “I want your tongue.”

Sienna turned on her side and found Justine’s ear with her lips. “I’ll give you much more than that,” she breathed into Justine’s ear.

Her finger was still circling and Justine was highly combustible, but she could wait for that utterly divine moment when Sienna’s tongue touched against her clit. She had dreamed of it a couple of times too many when Sienna lay sleeping in her arms, but she was only human. She had feelings and urges too. And Sienna was gorgeous. Her body wasn’t all muscle tone and hard abs like Marcy’s, that much was true, but it was luscious and sexy and deliciously soft in all the right places—and Justine couldn’t get enough of it.

Sienna kissed a path down Justine’s neck. She paused at Justine’s breasts to plant kisses on her nipples, and leave a trail of moistness on Justine’s skin, leaving it ultra-sensitive.

Justine let her knees fall apart for Sienna, so she could take position. Sienna maneuvered between her legs, her braids fanning out over her belly and thighs. Somehow, between the curtain of her hair, she managed to find Justine’s gaze. It made Justine’s clit pulse extra hard with desire.

Sienna looked away again and kissed Justine’s inner thighs. Teasingly slow, as though she had a mile of distance to cover instead of the tiniest stretch of skin, Sienna’s lips made their way to Justine’s clit. When she finally reached the spot, Sienna didn’t touch down immediately. Justine could feel her hot breath on her. She could feel how Sienna waited, how she drove Justine totally crazy.

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