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“Formergirlfriend.” Lia did not dispute the crazy bit. “And yes, I am asking you.”

Quinn held her gaze, then narrowed her eyes with a little smirk.

“Say please,” she demanded.

“Make me,” Lia grunted, then gasped as she found herself immediately flung onto her back with a warm mouth covering hers. All in the blink of an eye.

Mm… Yes.Of course, she could count on her hot-blooded wife to always respond positively to this sort of challenge. Quinn kept one arm locked loosely around her neck; she slipped under the waistband of her shorts with her free one and proceeded to stroke her in a way that only an exceedingly attentive, adoring, and long-term partner would know how to. Lia held on to her, laughed, and moaned at the same time.

“What are you doing to me?”

Quinn stopped trailing a line of kisses behind her ear long enough to answer.

“Negotiating. Don’t you know it’s a marriage thing?”

“What—Oh!” A precise flick of her finger over her clitoris had Lia gasping again in reaction. She arched her back, seeking more of the same kind of pressure. But Quinn was apparently not willing to grant it to her yet.

“Huh,” she sighed. “This is torture.”

“Do you really think so, Ms. Kennedy?”

“Yes.” Lia tried to capture her mouth and was also denied. “You’re not playing fair.”

“You said‘make me’.” Quinn yanked her shorts down her quivering thighs. “So, I will. Mm… You smell lovely from the shower.”

“Kiss me,” Lia demanded next and smiled inside when that request was swiftly granted.Gosh, I love you...

She grew slick and aroused under the languorous rhythm Quinn established, accepting the round of‘negotiations’, as the soothing gift it was meant to be. Lia was upset in more ways than one, and Quinn clearly understood. What on earth could have made Brooke, always such a strong and proud woman in the past, snap like that? But the emails backed up Lia’s original hunch about the writing style, and Quinn was accurate when she said she sounded like a psycho. Brooke apparently just wanted to say hello in her first email. Maybe visit and catch up in person in the next one. And then, the most shocking thing of all… She admitted a bit later on that she wanted to get back together, and wasn’t it a shame Lia was married now? Never mind. According to her, there were ways around these things. She dared to call the most amazing miracle of Lia’s entire life‘a shame’?Dammit! First, that awful blog. Now, this. It hurt, yes. And so, Quinn would find a way to love her all through it. Knowing this only fueled Lia’s arousal.

“Babe,” she whispered. “I’m so close...”

“I know; I can feel you pulsing in my hand.” When in the mood, Quinn excelled at this kind of talk. And as Lia shivered, she followed up with a gorgeous, wicked smile. “Even so, I am still waiting to hear you say the magic word.”

She took her mouth with another kiss, nicely demanding, loaded with love, passion, and a hint of teasing. Frustrated and delighted in equal measures at her antics, Lia attempted to roll on top of her and regain control. Quinn just laughed and lay more heavily on top of her, keeping her captive. It was all part of the game.

“Be good,” she instructed and circled a lazy finger around and over her clit.

Lia convulsed.

“Quinn,” she groaned.

“Yes.”

“Come on!”

“Yeah? You got something to tell me?”

Torn between laughter and a fresh moan, as these talented fingers drifted a bit to push gently against her opening, Lia gave a heated chuckle.

“Maybe,” she conceded.

“You’re beautiful when you’re fighting not to give in.”

Lia could feel how hot and swollen she also was as Quinn rode her thigh. Getting there as well, she thought in satisfaction. And fast with it, too. She knew every nuance in her wife’s blue eyes, every alteration in her breathing, every heartbeat. She laid gentle fingers on the back of her neck, eager for another taste of her mouth. Lia fondled her left breast at the same time. Not so gentle with that gesture, but possessive and urgent. She pinched her nipple, felt her flinch, and soothed the burn with a heavy caress. The needy grunt this got out of her wife almost pushed her over the edge.

“Soon, you’ll be the one begging me,” she laughed.

“Not soon enough for you,” Quinn assured and proceeded to make the statement true.