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Ainsley’s eyes suddenly popped open.

“Oh fuck!...Rachel! Oh fuck!”

“Yeah? Come baby! Come for me!”

And then…

Ainsley’s vision got blurry and every muscle in her legs tensed up.

“I’m coming!” she shouted, earning a harder yank on her hair from Rachel. “Oh my god, RACHEL!”

All Ainsley could do was surrender to it, calling out unintelligible sounds as this latest orgasm took hold and made her feel as if she was made out of nothing but light and pleasure.

“Don’t stop! Fucking don’t stop!”

Rachel relentlessly continued her thrusting and with each outward motion, Ainsley felt her come spraying out, running down her thighs, while her pussy clenched and clenched, spasming delightfully.

Finally, though, the sensations became too much.

“Please, baby, stop! Stop!” Her pussy was so sensitive now, her clit so hyper-stimulated, that once the initial glorious waves of her orgasm had subsided, every move Rachel made with that vibrating dildo felt like she was being fucked with live wires in her passage.

So Rachel gently pulled out and Ainsley slumped to her knees on the floor, resting her head on the arm of the couch. She was breathing hard and continuing to twitch from sudden, sneaky jolts leftover from her climax.

“Fuck, Rachel,” she muttered. “What are you doing to me?”

Chapter 29

They did make it to bed by nine o’clock that night, as Rachel had promised.

After a couple of hours of sex at Ainsley’s place, which included the surreal experience for Rachel of standing behind a woman and fucking her with a fake cock strapped to her pelvis, Ainsley had packed an overnight bag and they had adjourned to her house.

They ordered in Chinese food and spent the night watching cheesy action movies—though as it turned out, the movies were on more for the background noise than anything. While they were playing, Rachel was on the sofa using her laptop to look up flights for a trip to Maine she was going to have to take this summer for one of her cousins’ wedding. She also spent some time answering emails from prospective clients who were looking to buy homes as well as uploading new photos from her photographer for one of her listings.

Ainsley had been next to her, reviewing patient notes and also reading a medical paper related to whatever it was she was going to be doing tomorrow. Rachel, out of curiosity, had peeked at it at one point but didn’t understand a single word it said.

It wasn’t until they were in bed, with Rachel enfolded in Ainsley’s big spoon, when Rachel realized how ordinary their night together had been. Having fulfilled their sexual needs earlier at Ainsley’s, tonight had simply been two women staying in, taking care of some things important to each of them and feeling satisfied just having the other one there with her.

As she drifted off to sleep, feeling so safe wrapped up in Ainsley, Rachel smiled, realizing she wanted more nights like this. Many more.

Ainsley was gone when Rachel woke up but she had left a sticky note on the bathroom mirror.

Good morning! Have a wonderful day!

I did kiss you goodbye but you were OUT COLD! LOL.

But I left proof on your cheek.

Rachel looked at her reflection for the first time this morning and started laughing. There, on her left cheek, was perfect imprint of Ainsley’s lips rendered in pink lipstick.

Grinning like a teenager, she took the note and placed it in her nightstand drawer where it joined the Coaster tickets she and Ainsley had used when they had decided to take the train down to San Diego one day to visit the museums, and a hardcover edition of Pride and Prejudice which was currently pressing three of the flowers from those arrangements Ainsley had given her on Valentine’s day.

Tod

ay was going to be a busy day for Rachel. She had three showings—thankfully all in Carlsbad this time—including another one with the dreaded Crawleys. Rachel had decided to make a game of her ordeal with that couple. Before meeting with them, she was going to try to guess just how ridiculously low the husband’s offer was going to be, make note of it in her phone and then see how close she was.

Between the showings, she had a meeting to attend at Bartow-Alcott and then another meeting at Chase bank. She was going to discuss the possibility of getting a small business loan for starting her own brokerage. She wasn’t ready to pull the trigger on that quite yet but she at least wanted to get an idea of what she could hope to qualify for. She had already done some research and had a rough notion of what kind of startup costs she was facing and she was certain that with her savings, her great credit and recent income history, the bank would be amenable to helping her.

An hour later, Rachel arrived early at her first showing. This wasn’t one of her listings and so if she managed to sell it she’d have to split the commission but she wouldn’t mind. The realtor whose listing this was had quite the presence in this part of California and if Rachel could get into the habit of selling homes that had his placard in the front yard she’d do quite well for herself, even with the split.