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"Yes, you are, love. Yes, you are."

Jane's movements sped up, her body now pushing between Becca's hips so she could thrust faster, deeper. Becca would say that she didn't think she could take much more, but that was a farce. She somehow always did. She relied on her mistresses to tell her when she was done - for her own good.

"Come on, love," Jane said, kissing Becca's lips while her hand kept its pace. "Don't keep it from me. Give it to me. Give me all of you. Now."

When she said it, Becca's entire body shuddered. Her hands grasped Jane's arm, nails digging into her skin as the orgasm crowned her moving head. She cried out, her voice raspy as it escaped her throat. Her chest heaved, her thighs quivered, her toes curled. All while Jane watched, triumph on her reddening face.

"That's it. You're so beautiful when you let go, Becca. Embrace it."

Becca couldn't catch her breath. She didn't know why she bothered trying.

She knew she looked a wreck when she came out of her bathroom and slowly put herself back together. Jane had already departed, claiming that she would offer more quality time that evening.“I have a feeling Cait will be quite busy anyway, love. And Cece will be tickled if she thinks I have left her alone when really I am one room over keeping an eye on her.”Becca still wasn’t sure what happened with Jane’s niece, and right now she didn’t want to know.

“Man…” Becca sat on the edge of the large – and now mussed – hotel bed. Her skirt was on, but her blouse still unbuttoned. She wasn’t even sure if her bra straps were straight. She was simply a mess. “What am I supposed to be doing?” The woman was sex drunk, and the thought of going out into the middle of New York City and being productive andpresentablewas a trial that fried Becca’s orgasm-touched head.

She stopped halfway through putting a shoe on. At first, she thought she was losing her mind.

Nope. Someone had entered the suite.

“Forget something?” She kicked her shoe aside and gripped the bed to steady herself.

“No, meeting ended early.” Much to Becca’s surprise, it was not Jane who entered her room, but Caitlyn, still a vision in her nearly-sheer blouse and high-waisted pants. “Everything good in here? Were you about to change?”

Becca glanced down at her bra struggling to look normal on her chest. One of her nipples was about to pop out at any moment. “I’m… uh… was getting up from a rest. As you can see, I’m a bit of a mess.”

Caitlyn waved that off. “You look beautiful to me, Becca. Quite fetching, really. Are we sure you can’t join us for dinner looking like that?” After laughing at her own joke, she asked, “Do you know where Jane is? I thought she’d be in the suite next door, but only Cece’s there. Watching God knows what on TV, but she’s not my ward.”

“Actually, she stopped by earlier, but I don’t remember what she said. Just stepped out.”

“Oh.” Was Caitlyn slightly disappointed?To be fair, she hasn’t seen her own wife in a month.“She knows where dinner is. I’m looking forward to ditching Izzy for once. My mom will be joining us for dinner, though, if that’s okay.”

Those were a lot of words for Becca’s brain to parse. “Don’t know why not.”

Caitlyn tilted her gaze at her girlfriend. “Everything all right? You didn’t sleep much on the flight here, huh?”

“Guess not. I was too excited about…”

Becca never finished her thought. She was too aware of the way Caitlyn looked at her.

“You said Jane was here earlier?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Right.” Caitlyn unlocked her phone screen and typed something with two busy thumbs. “That might explain a few things.”

“Like what?”

Caitlyn merely glanced at her. “Give me one sec, Bec. I’m trying to decide how I want to spend the next twenty minutes of my evening.”

In that case, Becca would put that shoe on and fix up her bra.

“Oh, no need to do that. Unless you’re really not in the mood.”

Becca stopped, her finger wedged between her foot and shoe. “What?”

While obviously waiting for a text reply, Caitlyn offered Becca a look so stone cold that it almost made her take off her blouse again. And her bra.Shit, might as well.If Jane looked at women with mischief in her eyes, Caitlyn was pure ice. The kind that melted right in a girl’s…

Caitlyn’s phone buzzed.