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“What do you say we go inside and get the party started.”

“I swear, sometimes you read my mind.”

CeCe chuckled then brought their lips together in a firm kiss. “We’ve done enough talking for now.” She stood up and offered her hand to Alexis.

Once on her feet, Alexis pulled CeCe close. “I want to hold you close, whisper in your ear, and dance real slow,” she said, softly nibbling CeCe’s bottom lip.

“Mmm,” CeCe moaned, wrapping her arms around Alexis's shoulders. “You’re not going to let a movie star steal me away?”

Alexis grinned. “Not a chance.” She leaned in and brought their lips together in a tender kiss that quickly ignited and became passionate.

CeCe pulled away, gasping for breath. “You have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you, Lex.”

“Oh, honey. I want more than just your eyes,” Alexis mumbled, kissing CeCe again.

“My God, Lex,” CeCe muttered, pulling her lips away. “We’d better get ready for this party before we both change our minds.”

Alexis loosened her arms around CeCe’s waist and reached for her hand. As they walked back to the cabin she looked over at CeCe. “You’re not going to wear one of those cute little dresses you wear to the salon, are you?”

“I may have planned to wear a dress that’s perfect for a mellow night at the lake. Why?”

“Oh, Lord, save me.” Alexis sighed loudly. “I’ll want to run my hand under your dress. That’s why!”

CeCe giggled. “Isn’t that the idea?”

Alexis stopped and stared at CeCe before they walked into the cabin. “Do you wear a dress on the days when I have an appointment to drive me out of my mind?”

CeCe grinned and shrugged. “I may have done that a time or two.”

Alexis's eyes widened.

“Hold on! I only did it to see if you were looking.”

“To see if I was looking! You couldn’t tell! CeCe Sloan, you are a vixen!” Alexis exclaimed.

“Get in here,” CeCe said, pulling Alexis inside the cabin. She closed the door and grabbed both of Alexis's hands.

Alexis's heart began to pound in her chest. She was reminded of the evening CeCe pulled her into the back room of the salon and she remembered what happened next.

“Are you trying to tell me,” CeCe said, dropping Alexis's hands and walking around her, “you didn’t plan on wearing that extra tight skirt the evening you got a pedicure?” CeCe’s hand was tracing the curve down Alexis's shoulder, over her waist, until it rested on her ass. CeCe stopped in front of her, reached around with her other hand and firmly cupped both of her ass cheeks in her hands.

Alexis smiled and wrapped her arms around CeCe’s shoulders.

“Are you trying to say you don’t intentionally change into those form-fitting leggings before you come see me for a haircut?” CeCe asked, staring into Alexis's eyes, squeezing her ass cheeks. “You’re dangerous, Doc, and you know it. Who’s the vixen now?”

“I have one question,” Alexis said, trying to maintain her focus which was becoming increasingly difficult with CeCe’s hands squeezing and squeezing.

CeCe raised one eyebrow and waited.

“Oh, that look.” Alexis sighed.

“Your question?” CeCe gave her an innocent smile.

“What took us so fucking long!” Alexis crashed her lips to CeCe’s and kissed her with all the passion and heat she’d been holding back since CeCe picked her up earlier in the day. She held CeCe to her chest and could feel their breasts pressed together. Alexis couldn’t wait until their clothes were gone and she could feel CeCe’s bare skin next to hers.

They were both panting by the time Alexis tore her lips from CeCe’s. She buried her fingers in CeCe’s hair and pulled her in for another scorching kiss.

“Mmm,” CeCe groaned. “Hold it, babe. Slow down.”