Page 70 of Semantics

“Okay,” Violet replied softly.

Stella guessed it wasn’t just the martinis getting to her. It was probably the exhaustion from having not slept all that much this past week, and Stella was the cause of that. It also might have been due to the excitement of getting that email from Stella’s contact today. That made Stella happy, too, because it made Violet happy, and a happy Violet Russell was, well, beautiful.

Stella grabbed a bottle of water and headed back to the bedroom, where she found Violet lying in bed already. Her eyes were closed. Her head was to the side. She was already asleep. Stella set the water down, found the pills to leave for the morning, and did her nighttime routine. Then, she turned off the lights and slipped under the covers with Violet.

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Stella woke with a start, but not an unpleasant one. A hand was in her sleep shorts, and fingers were grazing her over her underwear.

“Morning,” Violet said. “And for the record, I am completely sober right now, and I do not have a hangover.”

“No?”

“No. I feel great, actually.” Violet ran her index finger over Stella’s clit. “I was going to go in your underwear, but I wanted you to tell me that was okay first.”

“More than okay,” she replied.

Violet chuckled against the back of Stella’s neck, and she pushed her hand into Stella’s underwear, finding her wet because Stella often woke up horny. Sometimes, she’d grab her vibrator and have a quick orgasm before work. Other times, she’d let it go and enjoy a longer one later that night or not at all. This morning, though, she didn’t need her vibrator because Violet Russell was kissing her neck and stroking her to a much-needed orgasm.

“Fuck,” she said when she came down. “God, I needed that.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

“Sorry about not delivering last night. I wanted to.”

“I know. I’m the one who stopped it.” She rolled when Violet did, pulled off her tank top, got on top of Violet, and looked down at her. “Do you have time?” she asked.

“What do you have in mind?”

“I want to go down on you,” Stella said and kissed her.

“Well, that’s not fair. I didn’t get to do that to you.”

“You still can. I’m not stopping you. Do you have to run, or do we have a minute?”

“I have a few,” Violet said. “I figured we should actually have sex since I stayed over last night, you know?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

Violet reached down and pushed at Stella’s shorts and underwear. Stella helped remove them the rest of the way, but she had no idea where they ended up.

“Well, I slept over, and we’re two people who have sex. I shouldn’t just sleep over. Sorry about that. I didn’t realize how drunk I was when I texted you.”

“Wait. Did you touch me just now because you wanted to, or because you felt like you had to?”

“What?” Violet asked, wrapping her arms around Stella’s neck. “I wanted to. Trust me, I wanted to. I waited, like, five minutes for you to wake up, and when you didn’t, I wanted to touch you.”

“You’re sure?” she asked.

“Stella, yes,” Violet replied with a little laugh. “Now, are you going to find out how wet I am, or do I need to do that for you?”

Stella’s eyes widened, and she said, “Is that an option?”

She then watched Violet lower her hand down between her own legs, and when Violet rubbed herself, Stella felt the knuckle of one of those long fingers against her own clit and growled.

“You like that?” Violet asked as she teased her with that knuckle again.