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“No, I’m fucking you.”

Jade’s mouth latched onto some skin right above Franny’s right nipple. Sucking and biting the heated skin until Franny was a bumbling, wailing mess. Jade added a third finger, then, as she got wetter, another and another, until her pussy was filled to the brim with all Jade’s fingers up to the knuckle. She was stretched and soaked and deliciously overwhelmed. Every moment, she got closer and closer to her finish. The coil in her belly wound tightly, and as it did, every part of her body tensed up. Her nipples were painfully hard. Her ass was clenched so tight it almost lifted off the sink. Even her toes curled.

“I’m going to come.” Her words were strangled and frantic. “I’m going to come, Jade.”

There was a hiss from them both as Jade withdrew her thumb from inside Franny’s pussy, putting it directly on her clit, circling it at a fast, steady pace. Then her mouth left the spot she’d been focusing on to wrap around a nipple.

Franny opened her eyes and looked down at Jade between her thighs, mouth to her breast, fingers in her cunt. Sensing that she was being watched, Jade looked up, and their gazes caught.

In the end, that was all it took to finish Franny off. Her legs shook, and her pussy seized up around the fingers fucking her into oblivion. She tried to bite down on her lip to keep from being too loud, but it was unavoidable. The sounds that left her lips could have been mistaken for sobs, and from the way tears welled up in the corners of her eyes from the force of her orgasm, they might well have been.

Her teeth chattered as she came down, hissing as Jade slowly extracted her fingers and mouth, giving her overstimulated body a moment of peace.

They didn’t take their eyes off each other. Not even when Jade lifted her hand to Franny’s mouth, urging her to clean up the mess she’d made. And she did, slowly, achingly.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.” Jade’s voice was still ragged, and she held her body rigid. Franny could see her nipples hard as points beneath her shirt, and she reached out, desperate to make the other woman feel good too.

Jade shook her head, leaning forward to plant a short kiss on her lips. “We’ve been in here too long.”

“Come back to my house.”

“I can’t. You know I can’t.”

Franny hung her head, jumping off from the sink and righting her pants again. “You can. You just don’t want to.”

“Oh, I want to. Trust me.”

“So do it, Jade. Come back with me. Let me… let me make you feel good.”

Jade was silent for a few moments, and Franny watched as the heated lust faded from her eyes second by second. The desire was still there, but her head was obviously clearing the fog it brought.

“We can’t do this again,” Jade said, “Even if… even if it weren’t for all the other shit. It’s bad business to sleep with a coworker. You know how messy that gets.”

Not for the first time, Franny found herself wishing that she and Jade had met under completely different circumstances. In another world, they’d come across each other for the first time in this very club, sneaking off to the bathroom to hook up after grinding too closely to each other. No rivalry, no stakes, just the two of them ready, willing, and able to sink into whatever was obviously between them.

“We can try,” Franny said. Her tone was dangerously close to a whine as she reached out, hands on Jade’s arms.

Jade shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

That right there was a thousand times worse than any slick barb or smart-ass remark she could have made. Franny could see in her eyes that those two words were real and heartily felt. She was sorry too. Sorry that she wanted Jade so much. Sorry that she couldn’t manage to convince her that whatever obstacles she thought were between them could be easily hurdled if they just tried.

“Right,” Franny said, swallowing. She couldn’t find it in herself to beg another woman to love her. The last time she had, she’d been crushed when it hadn’t worked. She couldn’t do it again, not now.

“We can’t do this again,” Jade said. “We have to be… We just can’t.”

Franny’s throat was too thick to speak, so she nodded.

Jade used a hand to brush some of Franny’s hair away from her face, cupping her cheek with that same hand, thumb stroking over her flushed skin. Franny’s eyes watered, and she made no effort to hide it.

“Francesca…” Jade whispered, pressing the softest, most delicate kiss to Franny’s lips before disappearing from the bathroom so quickly Franny was left wondering if any of it had happened at all.

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We haven’t seen you in months, Francesca. Months! The best I get is seeing photos of you on Instabook in those awful little shirts you like wearing.”

“Umma, I… Wait a minute, how do you know what my Insta is?” Franny pulled her phone away from her ear to immediately set her profile to private. The last thing she needed right now was her mother seeing strap-on memes in her stories.

“Don’t worry about all that,” the older woman tutted. “Worry about the fact that your mother and father are old people. We could die tomorrow, and then what? You won’t even be able to remember what we looked like.”

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