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Chloë grinned.

“I said I probably shouldn’t have another drink.” She used her hands to indicate her entire body. “I’m tiny and I already had those two cocktails at the restaurant.”

“Oh! Right!” Morgan frowned. “But you don’t want to go, do you?”

Chloë took a step closer. Morgan felt frozen to her spot on the hardwood floor.

“No, I don’t want to go,” Chloë said, taking another step.

Morgan started feeling warm. Her eyes were locked with Chloë’s.

“Good,” she said, “because I don’t want you to go.”

One more step and now Chloë was directly in front of her. Morgan’s heart felt like it did after a five-mile run, pumping fast and strong.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Chloë practically purred, running the fingertips of her left hand gently up Morgan’s arm and the sensations of this simple gesture was the gasoline being poured on the fire that, if she was honest with herself, had been slowly burning between her legs all night, ever since she opened the door and saw Chloë in that dress.

Fuck this!

Snaking an arm around Chloë’s waist, Morgan pulled the younger woman tight against her and kissed her passionately, their tongues immediately probing and dancing. She groaned as she felt Chloë’s arms encircle her back, pulling them even closer together though Morgan wouldn’t have thought that was possible.

Morgan knew she wanted this kiss to lead to other things. Certainly, her mind wanted that but her body was demanding it. Her body was responding to kissing Chloë in a way it had never responded to kissing any man. It felt as though her clit had a heartbeat, it was pulsing so fast, and she could feel how achingly and wonderfully swollen it was. And inside her center, everything was liquid and it was obeying gravity and seeping out of her.

She had the presence of mind to realize that Chloë, out of consideration, would not be the one to push things further. No, Morgan knew it was up to her to take this beyond kissing. But how did one woman signal to another that she wanted the actual business of fucking to begin? Was there a certain protocol? Were there certain moves?

Stop overthinking!

She decided to just go on instinct; to just do what felt natural.

Moving her hand down Chloë’s back she felt the swell of Chloë’s ass and then squeezed gently. The sound of Chloë groaning into her mouth in response was one of the most erotic sensations Morgan ever experienced and her nipples tightened up even more. Emboldened, she began moving her hand again, further south, until it reached the hem of Chloë’s dress. Past that, she could now feel the impossibly smooth skin of the back of Chloë’s thigh. Again, Chloë groaned into Morgan’s mouth, but this time it was part whimper and the intensity of what was happening between Morgan’s legs was kicked up a notch.

Now, Morgan moved her hand back upwards, this time taking the hem of the dress with her. Chloë must be wearing a thong, Morgan realized, because the younger woman’s ass was bare beneath her hand, covered by not a trace of fabric. And this time, when Morgan squeezed, she was less gentle.

I want this! Chloë, please take over!

As if Chloë was a mind reader, she broke the kiss and breathlessly asked, “Are you sure?”

Morgan, breathless herself, could only nod. She did want this! She honestly did not plan on having sex tonight. Scratch that…she honestly did not plan on having sex with a woman for the first time tonight. This was only going to be a trial date, Morgan had told herself earlier while getting ready; a trial date that might lead to other dates which then might lead to having sex with a woman for the first time. But the hell with all that! Morgan wanted t

his to happen now!

“If this is too fast, I can leave,” Chloë went on.

Morgan tightened her grip on Chloë’s ass, feeling immensely satisfied at how Chloë’s mouth dropped open and her eyes clouded over with lust.

“Don’t leave,” Morgan whispered. “For fuck’s sake, please don’t leave.”

And that, apparently, was enough.

Reclaiming Morgan’s mouth with a hungry kiss, Chloë took hold of the hem of Morgan’s dress and began lifting it. Morgan raised her arms and reluctantly let go of Chloë’s lips long enough to allow Chloë to pull the dress all the way up and completely off.

“Oh my God, Miss Banks,” Chloë said, her eyes hungrily devouring the sight of Morgan in her best black lace bra, which, if Morgan was honest with herself, she had chosen to wear because she had hoped the night would get to this point, and her black tights. And it was all Morgan could do to stop herself from laughing because even now, she was Miss Banks to this woman who was about to be the first woman to fuck her.

“You are so fucking gorgeous!” Chloë added.

Chloë’s hands cupped Morgan’s breasts and then her thumbs were making circles over Morgan’s granite-hard nipples beneath the bra’s lace. Morgan tilted her head back, surrendering to the exquisite sensations. Her panties were now overwhelmed; unable to contain the arousal leaking out of her, she could feel the slickness on her thighs and dampening her tights.

“Is this okay?” Chloë asked.