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“Yes.”

Nia tilted her head.

“Sorry. You were about to ask me something?”

“Tonight? Jennifer?”

“Yes,” Kristina repeated with a smile.

“I’ll tell her you’ve confirmed, then.”

“Morning, Nia,” Debra said, walking outside through the open door.

“Good morning,” she replied, silently praying that all her careful planning had worked.

If it had, Debra was about to ask her for something as well. Then, Nia saw Sharon walking out right behind Debra, carrying two plates, and Debra had two mugs of coffee, so maybe ithadworked.

“I wanted to talk to you this morning,” Debra added. “Sharon and I were thinking about having another night together tonight. Would that be okay?”

Nia smiled widely and replied, “That’s up to Sharon.”

“Yes,” Sharon said with a little laugh. “Definitely good with me.”

‘Four for four,’Nia thought to herself.

CHAPTER 37

Helena

“Babe, we’re going to get in trouble,” she said as Becky kissed her neck.

“She knows we’re together. And everyone’s inside.”

“Becky!” She laughed as Becky slid her hand down into her pants.

“What? I can’t wait.”

“Dinner is almost over. Five more minutes, and I’m all yours.”

“I thought you were already all mine,” Becky returned and sucked on her earlobe just as her index finger found Helena’s clit.

“Everyone is going to know what we did in here.”

“You’re the one who winked at me before you said you had to go to the bathroom. What was that for if not this?”

“Oh, fuck,” she let out when Becky stroked her faster. “I actuallydidhave to… go.”

“You’ll have to wait now. I’m a little busy.”

Becky kissed her then and continued stroking her until Helena moaned into her mouth. Becky covered her mouth so that no one would hear her cry out, lowered her finger to gather more of her wetness on it, and stroked her once more before pulling out her hand and licking her finger.

“Dessert.”

“God…” Helena said, and her head went back against the door. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Yes, it was. Now, I’ll let you clean up.”

Still a little dazed, Helena stood against the door while Becky washed her hands, wiped them on the towel, and turned back to her.