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Harriet

L apping up the last of Cass’s pleasure, Harriet almost purred in happiness.

She’d waited so long to get her mouth on the woman, and it was as spectacular as she’d hoped.

Cass was soft as silk, with a small patch of neatly groomed dark hair nestled between her legs.

Harriet rubbed her nose through it for the millionth time.

God, she could live down here and die a happy woman.

Cass was still crooning with every delicate touch of her tongue, and it was perfect. She was so responsive…and wet! They’d definitely need to change the sheets. But Harriet planned to have her wicked way with Cass a few more times, so no point interrupting their fun with laundry just yet.

Their entire time together this evening had been divine and a little surprising, if Harriet were honest. She’d thought Cass would be shy…

timid even. Harriet had every intention of leading their first time together, but Cass had taken control in the most delightful way.

Actually, she shouldn’t have been that surprised.

Cass liked to keep her guessing. And, boy, was she happy about that !

Cass may still have a way to go until she felt truly confident in herself, but tonight had certainly gone a long way towards helping.

Harriet hoped it had, in any case, because there was no reason for Cass to be anything but smug.

She’d unravelled Harriet masterfully. Twice.

And hopefully she’d do some more unravelling as the night wore on.

“Mmm.” Cass’s hips dropped to the bed and inched away from Harriet’s tongue. “Sensitive.”

Squeezing Cass’s bum and licking her clit one last time, Harriet made her way up Cass’s phenomenal body, one open-mouthed kiss at a time. She tasted of sex and sweat. Delicious.

She couldn’t help but linger for a moment on Cass’s breasts.

They were just a little more than a handful and heavy.

Utter perfection. Cass’s nipples were a shade darker than Harriet’s and a little larger.

She studied the hard peaks before giving each one a gentle kiss and suck.

Cass drew in a ragged breath. Happy with the response, Harriet settled between damp thighs and stroked Cass’s hair from her face.

“You taste delicious.” There was so much more to say, but all in good time.

Harriet needed to digest this sudden change in their relationship before admitting how she truly felt, which, by all appearances, was ga-ga over Cass.

Her heart gave a sudden thump as she looked down into Cass’s eyes.

She was falling fast and hard. There was no doubt about it: Cassandra Beaufort wielded a power over Harriet she wasn’t entirely sure she could, or wanted to, fight.

Bringing both hands to Harriet’s face, Cass smiled. “Kiss me.”

The kiss was slow and indulgent. Harriet savoured every second as their tongues slid together, filling each other’s mouths. When the kiss came to a natural end, Harriet laid her head on Cass’s chest and listened to her heartbeat.

“I’m not too heavy, am I?” Her voice was laden with exhaustion. The rhythmic thud in her ear was like a lullaby.

Cass responded by curling both arms around Harriet’s back, holding her tighter. “It’s getting late.”

Ah. Harriet stiffened. Their moment came to a stuttering halt. Was that Cass’s way of asking her to leave? They hadn’t discussed sleeping over. Hell, they hadn’t discussed sleeping together , but here they were, post-sex, and in Harriet’s case, unsure of what to do next.

Deciding to act like an adult and not a sulking teen, Harriet shuffled off Cass.

With a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes—even though she tried—she began searching the floor for her clothes.

“I’ll just…” Pointing to the bathroom, Harriet made to leave until Cass grabbed her arm, looking confused.

“Are you leaving?”

Oh, okay. Maybe she’d got it wrong. “Well, I didn’t want to assume, and you said it was getting late.”

“Because it is getting late, I need to feed Mr Whiskers.”

Her shoulders dropped in relief. “So, that wasn’t a subtle way of getting me to leave?”

Cass sat up, wrapping the bedsheet around her. “Since when am I subtle?” Fair. “If I wanted you to leave, Harriet, I would ask you to.”

Running a hand through her hair, Harriet laughed. “Okay. So, I take it you don’t want me to leave?”

“No! Unless you do. You’re free to do as you please.”

Oh, here was Cass’s snarky side. Harriet recognised it as a defence mechanism.

Cass was feeling vulnerable and getting pissy to cover it up.

Dropping her clothes, she sauntered back to the bed and promptly straddled Cass again.

“Then I won’t go. I’d love nothing more than to wake up with you…

assuming breakfast is included.” She added a little wink, hoping to lighten the somewhat tense mood.

The lines between Cass’s eyes smoothed as she relaxed, pulling Harriet closer. “I can do breakfast.”

“Good. Now, before we go for the next round, maybe we should feed your other pussy first.”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” Cass grumbled. Harriet’s shoulders shook. It was a little pleasurable getting Cass riled up. “But yes, Mr Whiskers does need feeding. Considering we didn’t finish our sandwiches, would you also like something to eat?”

“Whatever you’re having,” Harriet murmured. She was too busy slowly rocking her hips to fully engage. Cass was like an industrial magnet, pulling her back for more. The second their bodies touched, her clit begged for friction. And who was she to deny herself such pleasure?

“I’m not going anywhere if you do that,” Cass groaned, sinking her fingers into Harriet’s thighs.

On the verge of answering, a loud cry from a rather disgruntled cat echoed through the door. Dropping her forehead to Cass’s, Harriet laughed. “Go. Feed Mr Whiskers and then hurry back.”

Watching Cass scramble out of bed naked, Harriet licked her lips. God, she wanted to do naughty things to that woman. Smiling, she laid back and closed her eyes, reliving their time together so far. It had been a great first date.

Sunlight danced across Harriet’s closed eyes, rousing her from sleep. Sitting up, she arched her back, throwing her arms in the air to deepen the stretch. Everything felt wonderful until she realised she’d clearly fallen asleep before Cass returned from feeding Mr Whiskers last night.

Crap!

Turning her head, she noted the empty space.

Running a hand over the mattress, she surmised Cass had been awake for a while, considering there was no residual heat left.

How could she have fallen asleep? Well, several explosive orgasms would be the answer.

Her body ached and she felt sticky between her legs. Yeah, it had been one hell of a night.

Listening intently, Harriet worried her lip. There was a strong chance Cass’s barriers would be back up this morning. They’d shared something intense but unforeseen last night, and Harriet wouldn’t be surprised if Cass retreated to process it all.

Mid thought, Harriet’s attention was snagged by the bedroom door creaking open.

“Oh, you’re awake. Damn.” Cass looked adorably put out.

“I can pretend to be asleep if you want to go out and come back in.” Seeing Cass, hair messy and wearing yoga pants and a light T-shirt, made Harriet happier than it should have.

Cass rolled her eyes. “No need. I just wanted to bring you breakfast in bed and wake you with a kiss. Never mind. Next time.”

Cass said it so matter-of-factly, Harriet couldn’t help but chuckle. But along with amusement, Harriet felt relief. Cass wanted there to be a next time, and by all accounts, she wasn’t freaking out or pulling away.

Setting the tray on the bedside table, Cass sat next to Harriet.

Her hand travelled the length of her leg, sending ripples of electricity through her extremities.

“I hope you like muesli because it’s all I have.

I made you some tea as well, but it’s nothing fancy.

Just Tetley. Did you know they’ve put the bloody prices up again? ”

Completely swept away by Cass’s rambling, Harriet pulled her in and kissed her thoroughly. They melted together until they both became breathless.

“I love muesli.”

Cass’s eyes remained firmly on her lips as she answered, “Good. Well, eat up.”

Halfway through her breakfast, Harriet had to ask the question which plagued her since waking up. “Are you okay? I mean, after last night. Are you feeling good?” Ugh, she wasn’t asking it right, but her tongue felt tied.

Placing her spoon in her bowl, Cass turned. “You’re wondering if I’m freaking out, right?”

Shrugging, Harriet braced for the answer. Cass took both their bowls and set them on her bedside table before reaching over and lacing her fingers with Harriet’s.

“Normally, I would be,” Cass began, “but like I said, you do something to me, Harriet. I’m not myself when you’re close to me. Maybe I should be panicking or feel embarrassed, but all I feel is bliss. Is that okay to say?”

“It’s perfect. I feel the same. Last night was everything. The best first date I’ve ever had.”

Cass pulled away and covered her head with her hands. “Oh, God, I ravished you like a horny teenager on our first date. How improper.”

Curling her lips, Harriet stopped herself from laughing. Cass was too much sometimes. “I know. I mean, shouldn’t we have waited until we’re married? For propriety’s sake? We’re ladies after all.”

She expected the playful bat and Cass’s best scowl. What she didn’t expect was to be tackled to the bed and tickled.

“You enjoy mocking me, don’t you?” Cass growled into her neck, which ceased all amusement immediately and set Harriet on fire.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Harriet’s voice dropped an octave and grew breathier as Cass skittered her lips across Harriet’s neck.

“Mmm, likely story.” Cass sounded just as worked up as she did. Pushing Cass to a sitting position, Harriet stood from the bed. “I’m going to shower.”