Page 6 of Fanning the Flames
“Uninterrupted private sex time.”
Sadie laughed and de-nestled from Joan’s chest. Her girlfriend’s bright amber eyes glimmered with intent.
“I promise to make it worth your while.” Joan waggled her eyebrows. She was so ridiculous.
“I’m kind of not in the mood, babe.”
Her face contorted like not having sex was the single most painful event in history.
“We had morning shower sex,” Sadie reminded her.
“That washours ago,” Joan moaned. She went in for a kiss that Sadie dodged.
“Joanie.”
“Sadie.”
“You’ve been so horny lately. What’s up with that?”
“I don’t know.” Joan scratched at her hair. “I’m just feeling…” She flicked a few tiny sparks off her fingers. Something she had to do when she had too much fire built up. “Itchy. Like there’s a backload of fire I need to release.”
“You need to do something about that.”
She raised her eyebrows likeSex would help with that.
“You have to get that out of your system.” Sadie waved toward the kitchenette. “Mark does, too.”
“Mark does what now?” he said, blotting his shirt with a wet paper towel.
“You both have been total horndogs lately.”
He nodded in agreement, then frowned. “Okay, but ew. Please don’t ever tell me how horny my sister is.”
“You know she is,” Sadie said.
“I don’t want that in my head, Sades.”
She stepped away from Joan. Her body heat was getting too warm. “You don’t release nearly as much fire or ice as you used to. It’s probably all backed up in your bodies.”
“Probably,” Joan said.
“And it’s coming out in other ways.” Sadie pointed at Mark. “You’re hooking up way more than ever. And you’re…” She touched Joan’s shoulder with a finger. “A lot.”
“You’re right. We need to get it out.”
“Make use of the extra time we have tonight.”
“Yes, dear.” Joan gave her the grin that dissolved any lingering annoyance. She couldn’t help being born with the ability to conjure fire. And her internal warmth was usually great for their sex life.
“We could go down to—” Mark wiped at a glob of ranch dressing near the hem of his polo. “Seriously?”
He strode toward the small bathroom, pulling his shirt overhead.
Joan plucked at Sadie’s fleece, loosely pulling her back into her arms. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll get rid of this extra fire if you use tonight to work on your plans for Sadie’s Café.”
An uncomfortable squish twisted Sadie’s gut. She avoided eye contact and mumbled, “It’s pretty late for that.”
“Honey, it’s time to move forward.”
