I answer her by swiping my tongue across her mouth. I taste the artificial vanilla of her lipstick mixed with the sharp taste of her coffee. Black. “And what about your tongue?”

Nadia groans but squeezes me close. “My tongue is nervous, but she wants you.”

“Yeah?”

She nods. Her fingers move under the hem of my crop top t-shirt, and she scratches at my skin.

“What makes you nervous?”

“I don’t know what to do?”

I smile against her luscious mouth. “Baby, if Darren has been eating you out the way he ate me out yesterday, then you know exactly what to do. Shit, you might know a couple things I don’t. Because that man’s mouth—”

She laughs and kisses me at the same time. I love the taste of her happiness. “It’s not the same,” she whines.

And I can’t help it. I crush my mouth against hers. I taste her coffee-lipstick. I feed her my tongue and then glide it against hers in the same way Darren did to me. I kiss her until we’re both breathless.

“It’s the same,” I gasp against her mouth when I can bear to pull away for a few seconds. But I can feel her hesitation, and so I back off just a bit.

Nadia is sexy all the time, but when her berry lipstick is smudged from my mouth, and her pupils are dilated? Perfection.

“How much time before you have to get back to work?”

I can see her trying to mentally check her schedule, but the moment that she decides not to bother is everything.

“I don’t care,” she says. “I just want to be with you.”

I can feel the pressure of tears in my eyes, but my pussy is throbbing again. “I’m going to make sure your pussy is happy you said that.”

I love Nadia’s adorable and horny little groan.

This isn’t like a movie. We don’t make out while we make our way from Nadia’s car to my apartment. This isn’t even like when I brought Darren here, and we made out in the doorway.

This is something far more mundane.

Nadia and I hold hands as we walk from her car to my front door. I realize that I can unlock my door with my left hand because I don’t want to let her go. One of my roommates, Tiffany, is sitting in the living room when we arrive, and she immediately pressures us into listening to her elevator and five-minute pitches. She has an appointment with a local bank for funding for her natural bath products company. I suffer hornily through it, but Nadia is very interested. I literally have to pull her away before she and Tiffany can start putting together a brand-new business plan. Swear to God, Nadia throws her card at Tiffany. It’s ridiculous.