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“Avery Jensen!Youaren’t wearing underwear?”

Avery kissed her neck and giggled.

“I forgot to bring an extra pair with me, and after my massage I didn’t want to put the pair I’d been wearing all day back on, so…”

“You naughty girl,” Taylor said, with a gentle smack of Avery’s ass that just made her giggle more. “And here I was, about to tell you how hot I found it for us to be naked and getting massages at the same time, and how I was thinking about you glossy with that massage oil, and the whole time you were walking around naked under that dress. Does this mean that on our drive back here I could have done this in the car?” She slipped a finger inside of her. Avery shifted to give Taylor more access, and Taylor took full advantage of that.

“You definitely could have, yes, if you’d wanted us to get into an accident and possibly arrested,” Avery said.

Taylor smiled and looked at Avery. Her eyes were closed, and a smile was on her face.

“Do you know what I thought about at the spa?” Avery asked her.

“No, but I have a feeling that I really want to know.” Taylor moved her fingers a little faster inside of Avery.

“I thought about how much I wanted to do this to you when we were in the hot tub,” she said. “I wanted to pull those little shorts of yours down and push your legs open, and watch you right there, with my fingers inside of you, and see your face as you archedyour back in that way that you do, and hear those little soft sounds you make when you’re getting close. And then, right when you were almost there, I would make you sit on the edge of the hot tub, and I would put my face in between your legs and my mouth on your pussy and see how long I could make you come for.”

“Holy fucking shit, Avery!” Taylor was scandalized, and very, very turned on. Avery had so far been tentative with dirty talk, but she had apparently lost those inhibitions.

Avery looked both smug and extremely proud of herself, as she should. She pulled herself up so she was kneeling over Taylor, pulled her pants off, and pushed her legs open. And then she gave Taylor three orgasms in quick succession.

Taylor was still gasping for breath when Avery’s phone rang.

“I think that’s our food.” Avery jumped up. “I’ll run down to get it.”

Taylor sat on the couch, half naked and fully satisfied, as she waited for Avery. Usually, she was the initiator in their relationship when it came to sex; she’d always assumed that was partly because she was more experienced and confident, but also because that’s how their personalities shook out. Avery was the quieter, shyer, more conservative one; Taylor was the loud, outgoing risk-taker. But tonight, for whatever reason, Avery was driving around without underwear and taking the lead in sex, and Taylor fucking loved it. Maybe it was because Avery thought Taylor needed a treat after that shower, maybe it was because Avery finally believed Taylor when she had said she enjoyed the hell out of their sex life, but whatever it was, Taylor was very fucking grateful for it.

“What’s gotten into you?” she said, when Avery strolled back into the apartment, a big bag of food in her hand. “Notthat I’mcomplaining, I’m doing the opposite of complaining, I’m just wondering if there’s something I did so I can do it again.”

Avery flashed her a grin.

“It was probably the mud bath,” she said, and took the food into the kitchen. Taylor followed her.

“If it was the mud bath, I want us to go at least once a week,” Taylor said.

Avery laughed again.

“Or maybe it’s just that now I know that we have a hard stop in seven weeks, I want to enjoy this for as long as I have left,” she said.

A hard stop in seven weeks? Taylor paused halfway through putting rice on her plate and looked at Avery.

“Huh?” At some point today, she’d lost her ability to be articulate.

“You know, because of the bet?” Avery looked at her, and then her smile faded. “Sorry, I can tell that you don’t want to talk about the Erica thing more tonight. Forget I said anything.”

Taylor shook her head slowly.

Avery had been serious when she’d said they should break up after Erica had the baby. Taylor had thought she was joking. And she was lighthearted about it, like it didn’t bother her at all.

“What if I don’t want to break up in seven weeks?” Taylor asked her.

“Oh, I thought about that,” Avery said. “Don’t worry, if we break up before that, I won’t tell anyone. Well, I’d probably tell Luke, but I’d swear him to secrecy. I’m invested in Sloane winning this bet now.”

Whether Taylor wanted to break up wasn’t the issue—Averydefinitely wanted to break up in seven weeks or less. Assumed theywould break up in seven weeks or less. Had already thought about what they’d do about this stupid bet if they broke up before the seven weeks and three days were up. And she told Taylor about it in that casual, no-big-deal way, like it didn’t matter to her, wouldn’t matter to her.

“Oh,” Taylor said.

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