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Morgan sighed, and her hand slid into Heidi’s hair. “Lower.”

Heidi lifted her head. “Lower?” She couldn’t stop the anticipation in her voice. Lower, between Morgan’s legs, where she so wanted to be.

She kissed a trail down Morgan’s belly. Flatter than her own, with tiny hollows by each hipbone. Heidi kissed each one before working along the elastic of Morgan’s panties in a string of kisses.

“Take them off.”

Morgan lifted her hips, and Heidi hooked her fingers into the edge of the panties and tugged them down and away. She threw them onto her own discarded jeans and returned to Morgan.

Blond curls glinting with moisture overlaid Morgan’s mound. Without waiting for instructions, Heidi trailed her fingers along Morgan’s inner thigh, over the dampness between. “Can I lick you?”

“Mind reader.” Morgan’s voice, taut with need. “Do it.” Her fingers twisted the sheet.

“Say please.”

“Please.”

Heidi settled on her stomach between Morgan’s legs. God, she was beautiful. And aroused. With her fingers, she parted Morgan’s lips, exposing the glistening opening. The urge to taste pounded in her head, and she gave in, lowering her mouth to cover Morgan’s sex, running her tongue up one side, down the other. A flick of her clit, a dip into her opening, before returning to repeat.

“Harder. Please. I’m already so close.” Her thighs tensed.

Heidi repeated the movement, but when she covered Morgan’s clit with her lips and sucked, Morgan bucked, her hips leaving the bed.

“Oh God. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She twisted, her thighs shaking, as she tried to push herself on Heidi’s mouth.

Heidi lapped, dragged her tongue up one side of Morgan’s clit, twirled on the tip, then covered her entire clit with her mouth once more and sucked with firm pressure.

Morgan keened, an ascending moan of pleasure. Her hips jerked.

Heidi pushed a finger inside, and the flutters of Morgan’s orgasm turned into spasms of pleasure. A gush of tangy fluid and Morgan’s movements subsided.

Heidi withdrew her finger and, with a final kiss to Morgan’s clit, lifted her mouth. Her hand and chin were soaked.

“Sorry,” Morgan said. “For making a mess.”

“Don’t be. That was the most sensual thing. I love that you can let go so completely.”

“I don’t. Not normally. It’s you, Heidi. You’re a very accepting person. It’s…freeing.”

Accepting? Heidi frowned at the implication. Had Morgan’s obvious pleasure in sex become muted over the years, suppressed by partners who couldn’t take her uninhibited responses? “I love how you are.” She wiggled up the bed to liebeside Morgan, one hand over her stomach. “Please don’t ever censor yourself with me.”

“You didn’t give me much choice.” Morgan’s smile echoed in her voice. “I haven’t come so hard in a long time.”

Heidi trailed sticky fingers over Morgan’s stomach. “Are you done?” The buzz in her own belly grew again.

In answer, Morgan turned and kissed her, and her fingers found Heidi’s breast.

It seemed neither of them was done.

Chapter 32

A Purple Door

Morgan woke to the sun slanting through the gap in the drapes. Beside her, Heidi lay on her side facing her, still asleep. One hand, the fingers loosely curled, rested on the pillow, and her hair stuck out at weird angles.

What a night. What an amazing, intense night. Morgan’s lower body twinged pleasantly as she stretched. Her thighs were sticky, and she smelled of sex and Heidi. Sex with Heidi.

She lifted her head. There were her clothes, folded on the desk. She must have moved them there before they went to sleep. And there were Heidi’s clothes, scattered on the floor, along with Morgan’s panties.