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“Was it as bad as you thought it was gonna be?” Dylan asked, coming to stand beside her and slipping a companionable arm around her shoulder.

“You can invite me to one of these shindigs any time you want to, my dear.”

Dylan grinned. “I had a feeling you might see it my way.” She looked up, then released Cat to give Marcelle and Marquis a hug. “Good luck the rest of the

season, Marquis.”

“You too, D. And listen, Marcelle and I are gonna be having a dinner party in about a month or so. Just some of the old gang, you know, kick back, shoot the

shit. You and Cat are invited, alright?”

“Please say you’ll come,” Marcelle interjected sincerely. “We miss you!”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Dylan replied after exchanging glances with Cat.

“Great!” Marquis replied, turning to Cat. “Good to meet you, li’l Cat. Keep cool, alright?”

“I’ll do my best. Good luck on your season.”

“Thanks!” Miming a fake jumper from the top of the key, he gathered his grinning wife and, like that, they were gone.

“Shall we?” Dylan asked.

“After you.”

Once they were situated in the car, Dylan checked her watch. “Well, we’ve got about an hour or so to kill. Wanna get to the arena early and warm up a

little?”

“Only if we stop by your office first,” Cat replied, glancing down at the photo she still held in her hand.

“My office?”

“Oh yeah.”

“But wh—?”

She was stopped by a finger to her lips.

“Believe me, Dylan. Either we get to your office in, oh, the next five minutes or so, or I’m not gonna be responsible for what the police might see when they

tour this parking lot.”

The light finally dawned, causing Dylan to grin. “My office it is.”

“Hurry.”

“Sweet….Jesus!” Cat gasped out before collapsing atop her lover’s long, sweat-slicked form. Her heart was thundering in her chest, and her muscles, those

few that were still working, seemed to have a mind of their own.

Gentle hands trailed through her hair and down her back, calming her as she shuddered with the last vestiges of her explosive climax. “It’s ok,” Dylan

whispered. “It’s alright, sweetheart, just breathe. You’re okay.”

Calming at last, Cat tipped her head up and pressed her lips against Dylan’s neck, just beneath her jaw, tasting the salty flesh with a hum of pleasure. “I

love you,” she murmured.

“Mm. I love you too, sweetheart. Oh, that feels nice.”

“I know.” Moving over just slightly, she stroked a hand down the muscled flesh beneath her, stopping briefly to trace the tip of one finger around Dylan’s

bellybutton, causing a muffled snort from her companion.

“Ticklish?” Cat teased as her finger began another circle.

“Be good.” The tall woman growled playfully, catching her lover’s hand up in her own.

“Oh, I plan on being very good, my love.” Pulling her hand away, she trailed her fingers further down, soon encountering a scorching, velvet heat. Stroking

through it, her fingers weaved nonsensical patterns over Dylan’s swollen flesh. She smiled as she felt Dylan’s hips begin to move against her, their flesh

sliding together in a sensual dance that quickened her breathing once again.

Cat felt long, strong fingers tangle in her hair and opened her eyes to see blazing indigo staring down at her. The hunger in Dylan’s eyes took her breath

away, and the incendiary kiss that followed robbed her lungs completely. Cat swallowed her lover’s low moan as her fingers continued to circle and stroke,

gliding easily in the slick wetness that was all but pouring over her hand.

Dylan finally broke the kiss, turning her head away as her lips parted and groaning pants filled the room with their sensual music. “Cat….”

“Yes, love….”

“Cat….I….God!” Dylan’s head moved back and forth on the couch’s arm, the wet tendrils of her hair sliding across the leather like a snake. Her entire body

undulated under Cat’s knowledgeable caresses. One long leg slid off the couch, opening her fully to her lover.

“What is it?” Cat purred. “What can I do?” She moved her fingers more firmly in a slow, swirling pattern that she knew Dylan loved.

“I…God!…I….”

“Tell me, lover.”

“Fuck me. God…just…fuck me.”

With a low laugh, Cat did as she was bid, sliding her fingers deep within and twisting them as she withdrew.

Dylan’s cry of relief was nearly a sob as her whole body sprung into motion, hips pistoning against Cat’s steady, twisting thrusts. “So deep,” she moaned.

“God, you’re so deep.”

“Let it come,” Cat whispered. “Feel me, and let it come.” Increasing the force of her thrusts, she lowered her head, blindly seeking out a rock hard nipple

and sucking it into her mouth. With one final thrust, she bit down, and held on as Dylan released beneath her, crying out her name over and over and over

again until finally, she sunk back into the softness of leather, completely spent.

Slowly withdrawing, Cat gently cupped Dylan’s mound and released the nipple from her mouth, laying upon it a tender kiss before resting her head on her

lover’s still heaving chest. “I love you, you know.”