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“On the house,” Vanessa told her. “And shut up. It’s on the house.”

Megan took another look around the coffeeshop, just to confirm that she hadn’t, in fact, missed anyone when she checked earlier. Nope. Still empty.

“No, I want to pay you,” she told Vanessa, placing the to-go cup down next to the espresso machine.

“Seriously,” Vanessa began, “I want you to have—”

Megan silenced her with a kiss. She used her body to pin Vanessa against the counter as she hungrily deepened the kiss and used her tongue to duel with Vanessa’s.

“Turn around,” Megan ordered when she pulled away. “Now.”

Vanessa’s mouth dropped open but Megan was glad that she obeyed instantly.

“Put your hands on the counter,” Megan instructed, and when Vanessa did so, added, “Keep them there.”

Megan didn’t want to waste time. A customer could come in at any moment. She grabbed the hem of Vanessa’s skirt and pulled it up until it was around Vanessa’s waist.

“Megan!” Vanessa exclaimed, worry in her voice.

Megan cut her off.

“One more word and this turns into a spanking,” she told her, getting turned on even more when Vanessa closed her eyes and groaned.

“Mm,” she hummed in Vanessa’s ear. “Sounds to me like I’ll have to keep that in mind for next time.”

Vanessa nodded, biting her bottom lip.

Megan took hold of Vanessa’s pink panties and yanked them down until they fell to Vanessa’s ankles.

“Step out of them.”

Vanessa did.

“Open your legs.”

Vanessa did that too.

Megan ran her right hand over Vanessa’s perfect ass and then slid her fingers between Vanessa’s thighs, delighted to find Vanessa’s sex already wet, primed for two fingers to be inserted, which Megan did without hesitation. Vanessa pushed her ass back, driving the fingers in deeper and almost instantly the two women found their rhythm, Vanessa uttering stifled moans as Megan fucked her. Eventually, through all the arousal flooding Vanessa’s insides, Megan could feel the fluttering of her walls. Vanessa was close. Time to push her over the edge.

Reaching around Vanessa’s front with her left hand, Megan zeroed in on Vanessa’s clit and began rubbing the tiny bud.

Vanessa’s stifled moans turned into stifled squeals.

Megan began whispering into Vanessa’s ear.

“Somebody could walk in at any time, Vanessa. They could see me fucking you and hear how wet you are.”

“Oh God, Megan,” Vanessa whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut.

Megan watched as a young woman walked past the picture window of the shop, her eyes on her phone.

“Somebody just walked past,” Megan told Vanessa. “A pretty young woman who had no idea you’re being fucked right in front of a window.”

“Megan, I’m so close.”

“She could have walked right in and caught us.”

“Yes…”