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As Sloane’s tongue worked its magic, her blood thundered south, to where it was needed most. When Sloane slid her fingers back inside, Ella met every thrust with one of her own, her heart dancing in her chest.

Ella was lost on some distant horizon when a high-pitched beeping shattered the moment.

What the hell was that? Heat swelled inside as her eyelids popped open.

Sloane’s tongue stalled. She looked up, and met Ella’s gaze. Sloane grinned.

“If you stop now, I’ll kill you,” Ella wheezed.

A sultry grin invaded Sloane’s face. “I’m not that cruel.”

And so, to the beat of the coffee machine’s beeps, Sloane swept her tongue upwards once more, and hit Ella’s jackpot again. Ella’s senses rattled, and she hit the heights with a loud groan. Her knees buckled and her brain turned to sludge. Sloane let it play out, then went for more. Ella was so hyped, she came again almost instantly, before reaching down and pushing away Sloane’s head.

Sloane placed one more gentle kiss, then stood with great care, reaching over to still the coffee machine’s alarm. Back at Ella’s height, she kissed her lips once more.

Ella tasted herself on Sloane’s lips, which only made her wetter still.

“Well done on coming to the beeping. Some people might be put off by that. But you? You’re a professional.”

“Some people might call it easy, but I’ll go for your assessment.”

Sloane laughed.

How Ella loved that sound. Sloane’s laugh was light and golden, wrapping itself around Ella, filling her. Her vision was still hazy, but she leaned forward and kissed Sloane’s gorgeous, red lips all the same. “You make me easy.”

That sounded weird. She screwed up her face. “Ignore everything I say within ten minutes of coming please. Sometimes, it comes out very wrong.”

Another kiss to her lips. Then Sloane trailed a finger through Ella’s liquid heat.

Ella dissolved on the spot.

“On the contrary, I think it came out just right,” she replied.

CHAPTER23

They were at the counter again the following day, but this time, they waited for the machine to beep without having sex. Sloane wasn’t sure whether that was an improvement or not. But she was content with Ella’s tongue in her mouth, and Ella’s hand on her naked butt cheek.

In the past, Sloane had always considered Christmas as a bit of a disruption to her normal life. An annoyance she had to tolerate. This year, though, she was thrilled she got two whole days off. She’d put them to good use. Meeting her long-lost family, and making sure Ella knew exactly how she felt.

The coffee machine beeped and Sloane reluctantly removed her lips from Ella’s. “I could happily kiss you forever.” Did that sound corny? She didn’t care.

“You’d die of caffeine deficiency. That’s very dangerous for a woman like you.”

She pressed her lips back to where they most wanted to be. On top of Ella’s. Then she slid her fingers inside Ella’s panties. Her mind flickered as they connected with Ella’s clit.

The door buzzer went.

Ella moved forward, and Sloane’s fingers eased into her.

Sloane locked eyes with Ella just as her buzzer went again. She curled her fingers inside.

Ella dropped her head onto Sloane’s shoulder. “You’re terrible.”

“You’re irresistible.”

The buzzer went again. Sloane paused.

“Shit.” She kissed the side of Ella’s neck. “I am expecting a package from my friend in the US, so I might have to get that.” Sloane winced. “Sorry.” She reluctantly pulled her hand from Ella, kissed her lips, then hastily ran some water over her hand and wiped it on the festive tea towel. “Stay right there.” Sloane’s eyes greedily assessed Ella. “You look perfect. I want to come back to perfection.” She glanced at the oversized shirt Ella wore that came down to her mid-thigh, along with her toned, bare legs.

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