Page 104 of Fanning the Flames

“I doubt it. They’re weird.”

Sadie giggled and scooted closer. She took Joan’s hands. “You know what I just thought about? Your dream wasn’t the food truck. It was to do something good. You told me that when you were a kid, you wanted to help people. What better way to do that than being one of the good guys? But on your terms. A real hero who doesn’t take a bunch of free stuff. You’re the one who can really turn things around with the Supers.”

Huh. She had a point. Several points, really.

“And, maybe somewhat selfishly, but I kind of like being a part of that world.” She glanced down with a small smile. “It’s pretty cool.”

“It’s extraordinary,” Joan murmured. The life Sadie always wanted.

“Yeah.” She lifted Joan’s hands and kissed the back of one. “So I can get a slice of extraordinary while we keep having a quiet private life, the way you want.” She kissed the other.

Joan looked into the eyes of the woman she loved on a deep level she didn’t know was humanly possible. “What did I do to deserve you, Sadie Eagan?”

“You were yourself, Joanie Maloney. The you you were always meant to be.”

They hugged tight, swaying slightly. No wonder she’d been a freak about losing Sadie. Only now Joan knew their love was worth more than whatever—or whoever—tried to get in its way.

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They stayed in each other’s arms for a while, Sadie resting her head on Joan’s shoulder. Her sweet, sensitive Joanie. Always trying to protect her loved ones. She was meant to be a hero.

Sadie looked up with a teasing grin. “There will be other benefits to you becoming Spark again.”

“Like what?”

“Like if you’re shooting fire on a consistent basis, maybe you won’t be so rampantly horny.”

A slow smile spread across Joan’s face. “You think that might happen?”

“It might,” Sadie said, tilting her chin.

Joan moved her mouth a breath away from Sadie’s. “I’m never not going to be at least exceedingly horny around you.”

Sadie’s grin deepened. “I can work with that.”

Their lips met for the briefest moment. Then again. And again. Sadie reached up and touched Joan’s cheek, pulling her into a deeper kiss. Joan shifted so she faced her more fully.

They kissed until the connection grew from a little light necking toThis could most definitely lead to more.

Joan tugged on Sadie’s hips, guiding her toward her lap. Sadie complied and straddled her, kneeling just above the zipper on Joanie’s black skinny jeans. Their tongues met in a delicious tangle made better by Joan’s throaty groan. Her hands slid to Sadie’s butt, cupping and squeezing through the denim.

Her body radiated warmth—a surefire sign Joan was heating in more ways than one. Sadie kissed across her jaw to nibble on her earlobe, her neck. Joan hummed in appreciation, skimming one hand up Sadie’s back to rest near the clasp on her bra.

She sat more fully and resisted the urge to immediately start grinding. Joan drew her closer, the growing friction sharp and delightful.

Sadie breathed out a little laugh. It was not going to be much of a foreplay night.

She tossed her hair and sat upright, giving in to the impulse to circle her hips just once. Enough to make Joan bite her lower lip. She did it again for both their benefit. Joan chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her.

“Oh, hi,” Sadie murmured against her lips.

“Hello there.”

“So this is happening, huh?”

“Looks that way.”

She gave Joan anMmmand looped her arms around her neck. Their kisses were slow, but Joan’s hand pressing Sadie’s lower half into her saidLet’s go!As did the other hand snaking beneath her white T-shirt to undo her bra.

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