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‘You like this skirt? You haven’t mentioned that before,’ Holly teased. Tears still lingered but the sight of Jen’s cheerful face pushed them back.
‘Oh, have I not? Well, let me talk you through it.’ Jen stepped back, giving Holly room to widen her stance. She dropped to a squat, pushing the split of the skirt open before running the back of her finger up Holly’s bare leg. She spoke as she rose. ‘My favourite part is the impressive split, but,’ she said, pausing her finger as it reached Holly’s inner thigh, ‘I guess that’s because my actual favourite thing is what’s in the skirt. If you get what I mean?’
Holly shuffled her legs wider. ‘I think I can take a guess.’ She was happy for the distraction; tears were but a memory now.
Jen moved closer, her lips finding Holly’s as her finger trailed further north. When she reached Holly’s pants, she traced her hand over Holly’s thigh and round to her bum, before pulling her closer.
‘Can these come off?’ Jen asked between kisses, her fingers poised over Holly’s underwear. The taste of tequila and lime ghosted Holly’s tongue as Jen nipped at her bottom lip.
‘Of course.’ She’d all but forgotten they were in Jen’s stockroom. They could be anywhere right now, safe in their own cocoon. No one else mattered but them.
In a heartbeat Holly’s pants were on the floor, pushed aside with her boot as Jen cupped her centre.
She was purposely stalling, driving Holly wild. One minute Holly thought she was going to fall apart and then Jen had her unravelling in a completely different way. That’s what Jen did, though. Deflect and protect.
What had she done to deserve this masterpiece of a woman?
‘I can already feel how wet you are,’ Jen groaned.
‘That’s what you do to me.’
With that, Jen gently slid two fingers inside Holly.
‘Fuck,’ Holly moaned, leaning against the table to give Jen a better angle. It squeaked under the unusual pressure, more used to boxes of stock than being a prop for sex.
She’d never had sex in a shop before. The thought of the public being mere feet away made her clit throb, the danger intoxifying. Thank God for the privacy of the stockroom, though. Holly was no exhibitionist.
Jen sucked below Holly’s ear as her fingers worked their magic. Holly was already so close; this was going to be quick, but she didn’t care. There would be plenty of time for slow and sensual later tonight.
‘You feel so good,’ Jen mumbled into her neck.
Holly gripped the edge of the table, certain her legs were going to turn to jelly at any moment.
‘Jen,’ she said between heavy breaths, not bothering to complete the train of thought. It felt so good, the warmth of Jen’s soothing words still hot on her skin, stoking the orgasm as it built.
Jen used her thigh for leverage, pushing behind her hand as she drove into Holly, her thumb now massaging Holly’s clit.
Two strokes was all Holly could take before she became completely undone.
‘Oh fuck,’ Holly cried, her voice shattering as a second wave came.
She gently grasped Jen’s wrist as she went for a third, panting into her shoulder as she fought to get her breath back. The world shone around them.
‘You’re going to kill me,’ Holly laughed, smiling into Jen’s lips as she kissed her.
‘I can think of worse ways to go.’
* * *
‘You sure about this?’Jen asked Chloe as she placed a glass of white wine in front of the redhead. Cal’s was jumping tonight; they’d been lucky to get a booth just off the dance floor.
‘For sure,’ she replied, finishing a pint of water. ‘Fun can be sensible.’
‘Sensible is four glasses of wine and a tequila?’ Holly said with a chuckle. ‘I’d love to see you letting your hair down.’
Chloe was on a late shift tomorrow,which meant getting up at nine instead of five. Apparently that would make all the difference. Holly shuddered at the thought. She wasn’t downing the wine as much as Chloe and still savoured the luxury of staying in Jen’s bed until late afternoon if she really wanted. Just a shame it would be Jen-less.
‘It’s not much different – you just take out the water breaks. And add a few more shots.’ Chloe lifted her wine glass with gusto. ‘Right, here’s to Lovefest!’
