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“Have I told you how much I fucking love it when you say my name?” Franny’s words were spoken into the skin between Jade’s breasts.

“No, you haven’t,” Jade breathed out.

“Well, goddamn I do. Every time you say it, it drives me wild.”

“Why?”

Franny shoved Jade’s bra down, licking around an areola before her lips sucked the nipple in. It wasn’t until Jade was squirming and whining under her that she answered the question.

“Because when you say it, I can tell you mean it. You’re not just saying it because it’s a name; you’re saying it because it’smine.”

Franny’s mouth was on her other nipple then, warm and wet, biting at the skin until it stung, just to soothe it with her soft tongue.

“Yes…” Jade could barely think straight. “It’s yours. It’s yours.”

“What’s mine? The name or this body of yours? Which one is mine?”

That thigh moved against her pussy again, and Jade rocked her hips against it, greedy, humping desperately. Her last orgasm had been mere minutes ago. She could still feel the effects of it in her wrung-out body. She didn’t feel finished, though, not nearly. Not even fucking close.

“Both…” She dragged the words out.

“You want to prove that they’re both mine?”

“Anything… I’ll do anything.”

Franny chuckled—it was a dark sound, though nowhere close to unkind—and she moved off Jade completely, which caused her to ache and whine like some kind of wounded animal. Franny lounged next to her, bare feet dangling off the bed.

“Stand up, Jade.”

For all her talk and pomp, Jade was naught but a bottom eager to fold under the commands of a woman with the power to wield them so perfectly. So she stood, feet planted on the floor at the foot of the bed,looking down at Franny as she lay on her back, undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt before throwing it on the floor. Those brown nipples were tight against white cotton, pressing so hard Jade thought they might rip the fabric. Her mouth watered, tongue heavy as she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from panting or begging or worse.

“Take your clothes off.”

She did not need to be told twice. Her little black dress was up and over her head before either of them could blink, leaving her clad only in the pair of panties she’d had on underneath.

“Those too, angel girl.”

And so they went. And there she stood, naked and trembling as Franny took her in. That dark gaze roamed every inch of her body, from the unpainted tips of her toes to the hairs that stuck out of her bun. Jade felt completely and totally exposed. More than naked, she was bare. But somehow it didn’t embarrass her or make her shy. She wanted this woman to see her, every single bit. The mole on her belly and the little hair that grew out of it. The stretch marks on her ass, the silvery scars on her shins. Even the things that were deep inside too. Both dastardly and divine.

“You’re so beautiful.” Franny breathed the words out so confidently that there was no arguing with her.

Jade’s eyes fluttered closed. “Can you tell me again?”

She heard the sheets rustle and knew Franny was sitting up before she even reached out to take Jade’s hand in hers. Franny pressed Jade’s palm to her mouth, kissing the warm skin, rubbing her face against it. Jade hoped her fingertips committed the feeling of her eyes and lips and cheeks to memory, until recalling them became just as easy as breathing.

This woman had her completely gone—taken. Jade wouldn’t consider floating back down to any reality where this wasn’t happening.Where she wasn’t standing naked in front of Francesca Lim, being seen and feeling adored.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Franny said, finally giving in to Jade’s request.

“More beautiful than Spanish moss,” she continued, trailing kisses up Jade’s wrist.

“And Carolina rain showers.”

A hand replaced those lips on her wrist. “And a perfect spiral throw.”

Jade laughed, the moment of levity much appreciated when it felt like her heart was likely to explode out of her chest at any given moment. “That last one is a tall order.”

“It’s true,” Franny insisted.