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“I didn’t want you to. Perhaps we could try it again in the morning?”

“I don’t intend to wait until the morning.” Ash pulled Alice down to her, and in one quick twisting manoeuvre she was back on top with Alice frantically pawing at her shirt buttons. When the shirt finally fell open, Ash yanked it from her arms and flung it across the room. Alice let her hands wander over Ash’s smooth skin. She wanted to explore every inch of her, first with her fingers, then with her tongue.

“May I remove the rest of your onesie?”

Alice laughed. “Yeah, but only if you stop calling it that.”

Ash knelt up to liberate Alice’s legs. “Oh my God, you are so incredibly—” she growled and lowered her mouth to Alice’s curves. Alice arched her back with want and pleasure as Ash trailed a finger along her stomach, down to the moist fabric of her underwear.

“Oh, hello. Someone’s excited to play!”

“You better believe it.” Alice gasped as Ash firmly cupped a hand over her aching sex, then added pressure with her knee between Alice’s legs.

“Can I touch you too?”

Ash whimpered her consent and Alice reached between them and pushed a hand into her trousers.

“Shall I take them off?” Ash gasped.

“Later, but right now, don’t stop what you’re doing to me,” Alice panted as she worked a hand into Ash’s underwear. “I’m not the only one who’s excited to play.”

As Alice slipped inside her, Ash released a guttural moan, and in one swift move, she pushed aside Alice’s lace panties and entered her too. They rocked together until Alice’s noisy climax pulled Ash over the edge with her, and they collapsed next to each other in a semi-naked, breathless heap.

Alice turned her head on the pillow and met Ash’s gaze, her eyelids heavy with post-coital lust and that wonky grin dimpling her cheek. This time, Alice couldn’t resist kissing it right off her gorgeous face.

“Right,” Ash purred, “let’s get you out of those wet clothes.”

24

HANDLE WITH CARE

Alice stirred, stretched and smiled, cosy in the afterglow of the night she’d spent with Ash.

Daylight strained into the room, but it felt far too early to be awake yet after the night they’d had.

“Are you awake?” she whispered.

“Yeah.” Ash squeezed her closer, hooking a leg over her thigh. “Are you hungry?”

Alice hummed. “Yeah, a bit. I think there are some biscuits by the kettle.”

Ash’s sleepy voice croaked with a laugh. “I was thinking more about proper food. They’ll be serving breakfast soon. If we go down early enough, we’ll avoid my family, and we can come back here for a bit until check-out. You know, maybe get a little more sleep?”

Alice twisted around in Ash’s arms to face her teasing grin.

“I can think of better things to do alone with you than sleep.” Alice traced her fingers over the small tattoo inked under Ash’s collarbone. Three words printed in perfect capital letters like they’d been stamped instead of tattooed:

HANDLE WITH CARE

“I got it as a note to self after Sam. A reminder not to be reckless with my heart again.”

“And do you feel like you’ve been reckless with me?”

“No, not at all.” Ash kissed the tip of Alice’s nose. “Even if you were just using me for a night of hot sex, it was worth it. I don’t really know why we wasted two weeks.”

“I mean, by lesbian standards, we should’ve already moved in together.”

“No, I’m never moving in with you.”

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