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“Wait, wait, wait,” Vanessa said. “I have something to tell you that might cheer you up!”

Megan looked at her.

“You going down on me would totally cheer me up,” Megan stated.

Vanessa laughed.

“I know, I know; but this will too. You know I went to see Ang and Dee, right? Well, they have an idea and I told them I’d run it by you.”

Megan knitted her brows.

“Not some weird, like, foursome thing, right?”

“They said only if you’re into it,” Vanessa said.

Megan’s mouth dropped open. After a moment, though, she smacked Vanessa’s arm when Vanessa burst out into giggles.

“You suck!” Megan said with a pout.

Vanessa got control of herself and then said, “No, listen. They want to have, like, a girls’ weekend to blow off some steam from all this pandemic shit. And they also remembered your birthday is next week and so what they want is for all of us to pitch in and Airbnb a beach house next weekend. You, me, them, Chloë, Abby and whoever else wants in.”

Megan sat up.

“Huh!” she uttered. Usually, she wasn’t much for schemes involving large groups of people staying in one place together. She hated communal living. She needed her own space and privacy and the ability to find quietude. But it would be awesome to get out of this condo for a few days. And since she couldn’t actually travel anywhere that she wanted to go to now because of Covid, this beach house idea would be the closest thing to a vacation she could hope for.

And it meant spending an entire weekend with Vanessa. Megan wanted that. Badly. And, she realized, she wanted it not just for the sex but because there was nobody else she wanted to spend that much time with.

“I’d want our own room,” she told Vanessa. “I don’t want us sleeping on some fold-out sofa bed in the middle of the living room.”

“I agree one-hundred percent,” Vanessa assured her. “Anyway, they’re already starting to look for a place.” She smiled slyly and scooted closer to Megan, who felt her heartrate pick up. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure it suits our own particular needs.”

Megan waggled her eyebrows.

“Like making sure our room is soundproof?” she said. She was remembering specifically the very vocal cry of release she herself gave early this morning when Vanessa made her come hard just before leaving to go open La Vida Mocha.

Vanessa laughed.

“We are rather loud, aren’t we?” Vanessa murmured, leaning in for another kiss.

“We are,” Megan said. She licked her lips and pulled Vanessa close again. “Now, you’ve made me wait long enough, Miss Murray. I’m upset, horny and I demand release.”

Vanessa bit her lower lip and said, “Well, maybe next time when I come over, you should just tie me down in bed after I walk in to make sure I do what you want.”

Megan’s clit stood at attention.

“Come with me,” she ordered, pulling Vanessa up off the couch.

“Yes, ma’am,” Vanessa said.

Chapter 27

Vanessa watched as Megan surveyed her handiwork.

Vanessa was spread-eagled on Megan’s bed, completely nude, fastened to the bed at her wrists and ankles by some of Megan’s scarves. Her heart was racing as she wondered what delicious torture she was in for.

Megan gave no clue, just stood there, eyeing Vanessa’s form. Eventually, she came to sit on the side of the bed and turned to face Vanessa.

“Is this okay?” she asked.