As she continues to ride me, I touch her until she unravels in my arms. Finally, I let go, crying out as white-hot pleasure shoots through me with the incessant waves of the vibrator. We fall back onto the bed, sweaty and panting, but also smiling blissfully at one another while we lie in each other’s arms.

“You’re a natural,” Celeste says.

“I have a good teacher,” I reply as I slip off the harness. “Thanks for guiding me through everything.”

She gives my forehead a kiss.

I close my eyes for what I think is a few seconds, when I wake up to the sound of the faucet running. It eventually stops, and the door to the bathroom opens to reveal Celeste wearing the harness.

I bite my lip. Holy crap.

A devilish grin playing on her lips, she comes to stand by the bed, smelling like water and jasmine-scented soap.

I have a very good idea about what’s going to happen next. But I still ask, “What are you doing?”

Celeste reaches out to take my chin in her hand. “Oh, Gemma baby,” she says slowly in a voice that’s so sexy my breath catches. “Who said we were done? Remember what I said back at the restaurant?”

I’m still smiling sheepishly when Celeste roughly grabs my hair.

“Get on your knees,” she commands in a way that makes my legs go weak.

Oh, dear God.

And Celeste shows me just how well she keeps her promises.

34: Celeste

Celeste and Gemma are still crossing the Golden Gate Bridge when Gemma’s phone rings. She lets the call go to voicemail and puts the phone to her ear to listen to the message. Her voice pitching higher with panic, she says, “It’s Rob. He and Marge are already at the studio!”

Celeste lets out a frustrated groan as she presses on the gas. “We still have a full hour left! Why are they so early?”

She’s lightheaded from the fact that she and Gemma got barely any sleep the previous night, but thankfully, she can still drive. The only thing that’s keeping her going right now is the thought of her coffeepot patiently waiting for her at the studio.

“I’ll send him a text saying they can wait at the café next door.” Gemma taps away at her phone.

“Thanks.”

The one plus side of the morning’s chaos is that it doesn’t give her and Gemma the chance to talk about things. Their picture-perfect mini vacation to Sausalito—and this entire week, really—had been way better than Celeste expected, filled with not just a lot of good sex but a lot of heart-to-hearts, too. Celeste doesn’t know what to do with herself, nor the undeniable feelings she has for Gemma.