Page 110 of Get Over It, April Evans

“That’s all I wanted for you,” April said.

Daphne took a deep breath, that urge to say some very big, very important words rising up in her again.

And they scared her, those words.

Because it was too soon.

Too much.

Too close to the last time Daphne had completely lost herself in someone else.

So she swallowed the emotion down, focused on the feel of April’s skin, the way she smelled, the way she hummed a little when Daphne kissed her again. And Daphne’s heart slowed, or maybe it sped up, she wasn’t sure, but either way, she felt more settled, like there was nowhere else she belonged in this moment.

“I’ve got one more present for you,” April whispered, and her fingers flipped the button free on Daphne’s paint-stained jeans.

Daphne laughed. “Here?”

“Here,” April said, walking Daphne backward toward the client chair, unzipping her pants and pulling them down as they went. Daphne’s bare thighs hit the pleather, and she sat as April worked her jeans off, tossing them onto her rolling stool.

“Birthday surprise number three,” April said as she slipped off Daphne’s underwear.

Daphne leaned back and laughed again, a reaction that quickly fell away as April spread Daphne’s thighs and settled between them, lying on the end of the chair on her stomach, her own legs bent at the knees and dangling in the air, her boots still on.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” April said, teeth grazing the inside of Daphne’s thigh.

Daphne gasped, her hand sinking into April’s hair. “Do what?” she managed to ask.

“This,” April said, licking a slow stripe up Daphne’s center.

“Oh my god.”

“Right here on this pink chair,” April went on, her tongue swirling lightly around Daphne’s clit.

“Fuck.”

“In my own shop.” April used her fingers to spread Daphne’s pussy, tongue sliding inside her for a second before she closed her mouth around her and sucked.

“April, fuck,” Daphne said, her hips lifting off the chair.

“God, you taste good,” April said, then hummed against Daphne’s cunt.

“You…you’ve never done this here before?” Daphne asked, her words ragged, her breath labored.

“Never,” April said, hooking her hands around Daphne’s thighs and pulling her closer. “Just you.”

Those words nearly sent Daphne over the edge. She could only make incoherent noises then. She spread her legs wider, scraped her nails through April’s hair.

Just you.

Daphne rolled her hips, desperate for more. More of this feeling, more of April, more of anything she’d give her. April responded in kind, slipping two fingers inside Daphne, pumping them slow and deep, her tongue flicking and circling.

Just you.

Daphne cried out—April’s name,yes,please, anything she could get out as April fucked her. Her legs started to tremble, her orgasm building from her toes upward.

Just you.

April’s fingers did something devilish then. Daphne couldn’t even tell what—curling or twisting, she didn’t know, didn’t care. She only knew that she came harder than she ever had in her life, her knees closing around April’s ears, her nails digging into her scalp. It felt like it lasted forever, April’s tongue continuing to workat her clit, and Daphne lost all sense of anything but April Evans between her legs.