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It was just a kiss but it made Ainsley ecstatic.

“Whoa!” Rachel said half an hour later when they reached Ainsley’s condo in San Diego. “Get a load of that!”

Waiting on Ainsley’s doormat was an arrangement of flowers, all of them yellow pansies. Ainsley pursed her lips. She knew who they were from.

“Fucking Casey,” she muttered, picking up the arrangement, which was in a simple glass vase with wrapping indicating that it had been delivered by 1800flowers.com. Casey knew Ainsley’s favorite flower was the pansy because Ainsley thought the pattern on the petals looked like a cute stuffed animal face.

“Maybe they’re from another admirer,” Rachel said teasingly. “I would imagine you have tons!”

Ainsley read the little card attached to the vase.

“Nope,” she said, and then read the card aloud. “‘Please reconsider. Casey.’” She sighed. “I’m just going to throw them out.”

“No!” Rachel said. “They’re pretty! Here, give them to me, you flower abuser.”

Ainsley, laughing, handed the arrangement to Rachel and then they entered the condo.

She was starving and she wanted a shower. But she also wanted Rachel, who was currently at Ainsley’s dining room table adjusting the pansies just so. Coming up behind her, Ainsley wrapped her arms around the other woman and pressed her chest against Rachel’s back. This elicited a pleasant-sounding moan from Rachel.

“So…” Ainsley said, stopping to plant a kiss on Rachel’s neck, just below her ear. “I am famished.” Now, she moved her left hand down into the waist of the skirt Rachel had on. She felt Rachel go a little limp in her arms with anticipation. Ainsley played her fingers along the top edge of the real estate agent’s panties.

“Why don’t we order pizza?” Ainsley suggested. She then slipped her fingers into Rachel’s underwear, enjoying the feel when her fingers encountered that bald mound. Rachel really did a good job of keeping it smooth and Ainsley rubbed it, pressing her fingers against it somewhat firmly.

“Fuck, I’ll eat anything you want,” Rachel said in a barely audible whisper. “Pizza. Hamburgers. You.”

Ainsley groaned. She rewarded Rachel with a nibble on her earlobe at the same moment she reached her long fingers down even more to make contact with Rachel’s sex, delighted to discover how wet her new playmate was.

“Oh shit,” Rachel squeaked. She reached both her arms up and wrapped her hands behind Ainsley’s neck. It turned Ainsley on even more because it seemed like such a gesture of surrender; as if Rachel was telling her without words, “Do what you want. I won’t resist.”

Ainsley smiled.

It was going to be a lovely Saturday evening…

Chapter 19

Rachel had a hard time holding back the laughter she wanted to let loose.

Mr. Crawley was going to get an earful later from his new wife.

Again, he was insisting on offering a well-below-asking number for the lovely bungalow-style house Rachel had just shown them in Oceanside. And like a typical man, he was mansplaining his reasons for doing so, spouting some bullshit about being certain it was all just a matter of finding the right sellers who were willing to deal.

Well, the Akaabas—a lovely couple originally from Nigeria—were reasonable people, but not stupid people, and Rachel tried to patiently explain to Mr. Crawley that she was certain in the time it took her to submit his low offer, a much better offer would be made by someone else.

Meanwhile, his wife, who had seemed like she was on the verge of orgasm the entire time Rachel was showing them the house, was glaring at him. She kept trying to get a word in edgewise, only to be stopped each time by her husband who was insisting they’d need the extra money he was trying to save them.

Probably rethinking your decision to marry him, huh?

In the end, Mr. Crawley won the day again. But Rachel suspected he was going to discover it was a Pyrrhic victory once his wife got him alone.

Rachel might have been more annoyed by having wasted time with this couple again if her first showing today, in Del Mar, hadn’t gone so well. Not only did the buyer love the house, she loved it so much that she offered full asking price because she didn’t want to miss the chance to own it. It was a $2.2 million-dollar sale and while Rachel had been showing the Crawleys this house, a notification had come in on her phone informing her that offer had been accepted!

After she had seen the Crawleys out, Rachel stayed in the empty house, enjoying the silence and thinking things over.

She really wanted to talk to Amy. She needed to talk to Amy. She had other friends, of course—some of them were even lesbians, like Amy—but none held the place in her heart which Amy did and what Rachel was going through right now needed the ear and counsel of her bestest best friend.

Last night with Ainsley had been beyond amazing! And Rachel was still stunned now that she had not only had another night of great sex with a woman but that she had absolutely loved it. She was getting wet now just thinking about it.

Ainsley had really taken care of her last night! Rachel was discovering just how multi-orgasmic she could be in the right hands. She had had to beg Ainsley to stop after the fifth one, sayi