Page 3 of The Tenth Muse

“Yours, seeing as you don’t have a car. Speaking of, how did you get here?”

Jenna smiled. “Sarah, Sammy, and Colt picked me up. The three of them are so cute.”

“They are.”

“Reminds me of how we used?—”

“Jenna,” I growled. “No speaking of the past. That’s the agreement.”

“Right,” she whispered. “Okay. I’ll direct us to my hotel.”

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Jenna

What the fuckare we doing? Why am I doing this? Why?—

My fingers trembled in anticipation as I held up my hotel room key. The door beeped and unlocked. Alice reached around me, opening it for us as her other hand settled on my hip. She gave me a light shove past the threshold and as I spun around, her soft lips met mine in a kiss that nearly made my knees buckle.

Alice lifted her hand to my face, and then it slid down to my throat, squeezing the sides of my neck gently. The motion of dominance, of control—it went straight to my pussy. I moaned against her kiss, backing up as she shut the door. It rattled as it slammed, our kiss growing more fevered as she pinned me in place against the wall.

Fuck. I’d missed this. I’d missed her. I couldn't remember the last time I was with someone who knew me and all of my rights and wrongs.

The biggest mistake had been leaving her.

Alice moaned, her grip on my neck tightening slightly. I needed to push our past out of my mind, but it was hard with her touching me.

I knew she'd never take me back, and I wasn't staying here in Texas anyway.

I had one night to enjoy the woman I loved.

She drew back and pressed her forehead against mine. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “More than anything. I want us to do everything that we used to do.”

Every muscle in her body tensed. I opened my mouth to suggest that it could be whatever she was comfortable with, but then she relaxed.

“I can do that,” she said.

My breath whooshed out. I hadn’t realized just how desperate I was to be with her until now. I craved her touch, needed the release. And more than that, I just wanted to be held.

“Do you remember your safe word? Or should it be a different one?”

“I remember.” How could I ever forget it? “Strawberry.”

She chuckled and tipped my chin up. “Good girl. Tell me what you want tonight,” she demanded.

And itwasa demand. Her tone had shifted, taking on an air of dominance that sent a bolt of lightning through me.

“I want to call you Daddy,” I said. “I want to get on my knees for you. I want you to spank me, choke me, bite me. Mark me as yours. We don't really have anything to play with here, although I do have a dildo in my bag …”

Alice snorted. “I don't need a dildo to make you come.”

My breath hitched. She was right though. She didn't need anything to make me come except her fingers and mouth. Hell, the things that we’d done together …

“Get on your knees, baby girl.”

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