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Quinn tangled her hands in Dallas’ thick hair and kissed

her like she wasn’t going to get another chance. Knowing that

Dallas was leaving soon to go back to Tampa, Quinn knew

she’d have another chance, but she didn’t know how long it

would be. She kissed Dallas to make up for the time and miles

that were going to come between them very shortly.

Quinn wasn’t usually the bold one. She didn’t usually go

on top. She didn’t take the lead or make demands or even say

what she wanted very often. She tried to be assertive in other

ways, gently guided or making small sounds of pleasure, but

this time, she wanted Dallas too badly to worry about being

shy.

While she was kissing Dallas, Quinn’s hands shoved up

Dallas’ dress, baring a set of black lace panties. She broke the

kiss, laughing softly. “I’m assuming this was all you had clean

as well?”

Dallas flushed. “Actually, they were. They’re about as

uncomfortable as this dress, so I hardly ever wear them.”

“Well,” Quinn said, ducking down and shoving her

abandoned barstool out of the way. “I’m glad that you did.”

She gripped Dallas’ legs and gently guided them apart.

Dallas groaned and leaned back until she hit the counter

with her shoulders. Quinn felt a rush of desire at having Dallas

this way before her. She ran her hands up Dallas’ smooth legs,

but stopped at the top of her thighs. She used her index finger

to draw circles there. Dallas made a throaty sound which

caused Quinn to throb painfully between her legs. She was so

turned on at watching Dallas with her eyes closed, straining

for her touch, that she was throbbing in other spots too. Her