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Audrey raises an eyebrow.

“Get to it. Right,” I say. “Um, before we go any further, I’m tested regularly and it’s all good. Healthy as a horse. I can show you the results if you like.”

“I believe you. I’ve been tested regularly since I discovered Shae’s problem with monogamy. All clear.”

“I have dams, too. If you’d like to use them.”

Audrey chuckles, her gaze sliding down my body to my center. She bites one corner of her lip and raises her gaze to meet mine. “No, thanks. But you can.”

I step forward and pull Audrey to me. “I know this kind of discussion can ruin the mood a bit,” I whisper.

Audrey brushes my hair out of my face. “I think consent is sexy. It makes me want you more.”

I kiss her hard, and let my hands roam her clothed body down to her ass. I pull her into me and bend her back slightly as my tongue slides into her warm mouth. Her hands are in my hair, and she moans. I’m taking charge a bit, but Audrey doesn’t seem to mind.

She pulls away and says, “I could kiss you all night.”

“Same.”

“But, while we’re doing it, let’s fuck, too.”

I grin. “Even better.”

“Now. Get undressed.”

I try to undress as gracefully and quickly as possible, but my clothes don’t cooperate. There are too many buttons on my shirt (where are snaps when I need them?), too many hooks on my boots (always a pain in the ass), and my zipper gets stuck (God’s just laughing at me now). When I finally step out of my jeans and stand in only my sports bra and boy shorts, Audrey is close, a mischievous grin on her face.

“Would you like some help with the rest?” she teases, one finger sliding up and down the front zipper of my sports bra.

“If that means your hands will finally be on my body, then yes.”

“Hmm.” Her fingers trace along my sides and across my abdomen as she circles behind me. “Like this?” she whispers in my ear.

“Um, yes. This is good.”

She unzips my bra and it slides off and drops to the floor. It’s Audrey’s turn to explore my arms, and I can’t help but flex them for her. She chuckles into my ear, low and throaty. “You saw me drooling over your forearms earlier, didn’t you?”

“Nooo,” I say.

“I’m an arm girl, what can I say?” She lifts my arm and with an open mouth and soft, warm tongue, kisses my bicep. I barely have time to register how phenomenal that simple kiss feels when her free hand finds my nipple and squeezes it gently. “I also like breasts,” she whispers. “And necks.” She kisses my neck. “And ears.” She kisses my ear. “You taste amazing, Toni. I thought you might.”

My head drops back on her shoulder, and she kisses up and down my neck and along my shoulder.

“I had no idea you would be a talker,” I say.

“Do you mind?” She breathes the question into my ear in her low, honeyed voice and my knees almost buckle.

“God, no,” I croak.

Still behind me, Audrey’s hands slide down my sides, taking my briefs down to the floor. I kick them out of the way, and she places a kiss on my ass that makes me shudder from its unexpectedness.

“Do you like that?” she asks.

I nod vigorously and moan something unintelligible.

As she stands, she scrapes her fingernails gently up my legs. Her hands move across my abs to the triangle of hair between my legs. Her fingers rake through the top of my curls, and she purrs in my ear. “Nice.”

I whimper because I literally can’t form words right now.