Page 64 of The Beat of her Heart

“Really?” Addie asked, trying to mask her surprise. “I could see you as a power ballad singer.”

“Only when no one is watching,” Giselle replied, her eyes sparkling with a challenge.

“Well, I want to watch,” Addie said.

Giselle tilted her head, considering. “I don’t know if I can handle that level of exposure. All I want right now is right here.”

Addie smiled, and Giselle moved closer.

“Not even for me?” Addie asked.

“Maybe if you can charm me,” Giselle replied.

Addie’s breath caught in her throat. “I might be able to do that.”

Giselle swooped down, taking Addie’s lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Addie’s eyelids snapped shut, consumed by the warmth against her lips. Her hands moved up Giselle’s waist as she savored every bit of the kiss.

Her thighs tingled as heat pooled between her legs. Damn, she wanted to be fucked so bad. But Giselle pulled away.

“I thought I was supposed to be charming you?” Addie breathed.

Giselle chuckled. “You already have.”

Addie moistened her lips. “Care to show me some other parts of your house?”

She loved the glint in Giselle’s eyes. “Sure.”

Addie stood in the center of Giselle’s living room, the muted light from a single lamp casting a soft glow across the modern furniture. Giselle’s hands brushed against her waist, pulling her closer. Their lips met again, slower this time.

“You’re sure about this?” Giselle said.

Addie nodded, her breath catching. “Yes.”

Giselle tilted her head, studying her for a moment, then leaned in to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, and Addie’s hands moved to the lapels of Giselle’s jacket, tugging her closer. The warmth of their proximity was undeniable.

“I think we should start the tour in the bedroom,” Giselle said, breaking the kiss briefly.

Addie nodded again, her voice caught somewhere in her throat. Giselle took her hand, guiding her toward the hallway. The wood floors felt cool beneath Addie’s feet. Along the way, Giselle pressed her gently against the wall, kissing her again, her hands sliding to Addie’s hips.

“You’re stunning,” Giselle said against her lips.

Addie exhaled sharply. “You’re not bad yourself.”

Giselle smirked, leading her the rest of the way. The door to the bedroom creaked softly as Giselle pushed it open. The room was neat, the bed made with crisp white sheets and pillows arranged perfectly. Addie barely had time to take it in before Giselle pulled her closer again, their bodies moving as though there was nothing else in the world.

Giselle’s hand grazed Addie’s cheek, and her voice softened. “Still okay?”

Addie nodded, stepping toward the bed as Giselle followed, their movements synced without effort. The weight of the moment settled between them, everything silent except for the sound of their breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric.

Addie gasped as Giselle swooped down and began to kiss her again, even more passionately, wrapping her strong arms around her to lift her onto the bed.

Addie reached over and tugged off Giselle’s shirt, exposing the most arousingsight Addie had ever beheld. Her breasts were round and voluptuous, heaving out from under a tight white tank top.

“You like those, huh?” Giselle asked, seeing her eyes light up at the sight.

“Fuck, they’re beautiful,” Addie said. “You’rebeautiful.”

Addie moved closer and kissed Giselle again. She slowly tugged at Giselle’s tank top, then pulled away from the kiss and pulled it over her head. Giselle’s large, dark nipples were hard. Addie attacked them, rubbing and sucking each one.

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