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Earlier, when Rachel had hugged her in thanks for the flowers, Ainsley’s core had clenched, arousal had streamed out and her nipples had become marbles.

And when Rachel took her hand just now, Ainsley swore she might come.

“Ta-da!” Rachel exclaimed after leading Ainsley through her house to what was obviously the dining room.

Ainsley gasped, her eyes as wide open as possible.

On the dining room table was a display of chocolates unlike anything Ainsley had ever seen before.

There were two tall and narrow boxes that were both wavy in shape, standing on their ends. Each box contained at least, by Ainsley’s estimation, forty pieces of square-shaped chocolates and each piece was decorated with a gorgeous abstract or geometric design, no two the same. The two boxes, with their combinations of decorated chocolates in all sorts of colors and patterns looked like two works of modern art Ainsley would expect to find in a museum.

Something about one of the pieces of chocolates in one of the boxes caught her eye.

Is that an A? Wait…does that one have an L on it…?

Suddenly she saw it!

“Holy fuck!” she blurted out. “Is that my name?”

It was. Seven of the chocolates in that box had artsy and colorful letters printed on them, spelling out her name.

She turned to Rachel, who was practically vibrating with excitement.

“This is so amazing!” Ainsley said, pulling Rachel into her arms. This time, perhaps because they were in the privacy of Rachel’s home rather than outside on the front porch, their embrace im

mediately took on a higher level of intimacy.

With her eyes closed, Ainsley breathed in the scent of the shorter Rachel’s hair while slowly rubbing her hands along the real estate agent’s back. Meanwhile, Rachel was again gently nuzzling Ainsley’s neck like she had done when they had embraced after their night together in San Diego nearly two weeks ago. It made Ainsley’s center molten and her clit throb, especially because one of Rachel’s hands was on the back of her waist, just above her ass.

“The chocolates are perfect,” Ainsley whispered.

“Mm,” Rachel purred, “glad you like them.

As Rachel spoke, little puffs of her breath caressed Ainsley’s neck and even managed to steal past the neckline of Ainsley’s dress only to spend the briefest of moments whispering along the tops of her breasts.

Oh my god…

“We should probably go soon, huh?” Rachel asked, again causing those puffs of warm breath to fondle Ainsley’s skin. Her center throbbed now, demanding attention.

“Yeah, we probably should,” she concurred. Yet still they didn’t separate. Instead, the hand which Rachel had on Ainsley’s lower back pressed a little more firmly and this had the result of their two pelvises coming into tighter contact. For her part, Ainsley’s pressed her hands tighter on Rachel’s back, mashing their breasts together even more.

What’s happening…?

She needed to know.

“Is this part of your attempt to get your flirt-rating increased to a ten?” Ainsley whispered.

“Maybe,” Rachel replied. Another puff of breath stole into Ainsley’s dress. “But maybe not.”

Her heart thudding, Ainsley said, “Going to make me work at finding the answer, huh?”

“Yep. And you have all night.”

By now, Ainsley’s center was an inferno, her clit a tiny pulsing heartbeat in her soaked panties.

She moved her right hand lower on Rachel’s back and then pressed it against Rachel’s hip, rubbing it in a slow circular motion. She then felt Rachel actually shuddering in her arms, burying her face deeper in her neck and Ainsley was suddenly on the verge of having a small orgasm.

“Fuck, Ainsley,” Rachel breathed.