“We don’t have time for you to be looking for consulting clients right now.”

“But she needs help, and you’re never too early in the business to have a legal contact at least. And it’s so hard for young Black entrepreneurs,” Nadia says, still looking toward the living room.

“Okay, I’ll tell her that. Later.” I push Nadia’s back against my door, and I press my body against her. That shuts her up for a few seconds, just long enough for me to drag my mouth across hers.

She lifts her head, searching for more pressure, but I back away and tilt my head in the opposite direction so I can kiss the left corner of her mouth chastely.

I want to tease her.

“Do we have time for this?” she asks.

I brush my mouth from one corner of her mouth to the next. “Yes.”

Her palms are warm, and her hands are shaking when she places them on my hips, but feeling her bare skin on mine feels like a bolt of lightning shooting through my veins.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid I’ll do something wrong, and you won’t like it.”

“You and Darren are much similar than I originally thought.” I like the way she smiles against my mouth when I say that. “Touch me anywhere,” I tell her, “and I promise to let you know if I don’t like it.”

She nods, but her hands don’t move.

I don’t rush her. I keep brushing my lips on hers, massaging her from elbow to shoulder, encouraging her to move at her own pace. This is my day off, and I’d love to spend it getting off with Nadia.

I shiver when her palms flatten at the small of my back and then begin to move up my spine, under my crop top.

Her breath catches. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“No, ma’am,” I say and lick her bottom lip.

She hugs me close for a few tense seconds. Our chests are rising and falling together. God, I wish we were naked.

But then Nadia’s hands move apart and around my sides. I suck in a breath straight from her lips and then give it back to her in a moaning sigh when her hands graze the sides of my breasts and tickle my ribs. Her fingertips flutter under my breasts, and she cups their round, heavy swells.

“Is this okay?” she asks at the very same time that I close my eyes and sigh. I feel her thumbs moving, and I moan, waiting for them to touch my tight nipples. “This?”

“Yes,” I whisper against her mouth and then suck her bottom lip between mine.

She covers my breasts with her palms when I open my mouth to pull her lips apart and lick inside.

Her tongue meets mine eagerly.