“What?” Joanna said, quickly looking around the room. “Addison, I promise you, Evelyn was very careful about getting all your things back where they belong. I assure you nothing’s been missed.”

“I wasn’t talking about my things. I was talking about yours.”

“Well, mine aren’t—” Joanna stopped long enough for Addison’s words to sink in, and when they did her grin overtook her features. “Really?”

“What did you think? I was going to turn the tables and have you prance up and down the hall in your knickers at all hours of the day and night?”

“I-I-I...I didn’t think. I mean, I would never assume...you never said—” Joanna snapped her mouth shut, her eyes narrowing when she saw Addison was now chuckling. “Damn it, Addison,” Joanna said, slapping her hands against her hips. “Stop laughing at me.”

“Okay,” Addison said as she strolled over and stood in front of Joanna. Reaching up, she pulled the band from Joanna’s ponytail, and as the tresses fell free, Addison lowered her face to Joanna’s. “No more...laughing.”

As soon as their mouths touched, the world stood still. Lips, pink and supple, came together again and again, sending ripples of desire through their bodies. Minutes passed without notice, the intimacy of the kiss consuming their minds and their bodies as their blood began to simmer.

Joanna backed away just a bit, and without saying a word, she pushed Addison’s jacket to the floor. Hungry for the feel of the woman’s skin against hers, Addison’s waistcoat and tie followed within seconds.

Addison found the buttons on Joanna’s blouse and for each she released, Joanna returned in kind until both their shirts floated to the carpet. They came together again in a heated kiss, and while their tongues explored, so did their hands. Fingers danced over skin now peppered with goosebumps, and both smiled into the kiss when each found what they sought. Fasteners were undone, and bras fell to the floor, and breasts naked and heaving came into view.

It took all Addison could do not to ravage her wife right then and there. Rising and falling in time with her breathing, Joanna’s pert, rounded breasts were displaying a salacious invitation that if Addison accepted, they’d never get out of the wardrobe.

“Bed...now,” Addison groaned as she slipped her fingers through Joanna’s and led her into the bedroom. Pushing aside the pillows and duvet, Addison turned back to Joanna, and when their eyes met, Addison unzipped her trousers and dropped them to the floor.

A shiver of want fluttered its way through Joanna’s body, ending at the apex of her legs. In an instant, she was fumbling with the fasteners on her jeans. It seemed like forever before she was free of the denim, but as soon as she kicked them aside, she climbed onto the bed, and Addison followed.