Eager to wrap up her speech before she totally killed the mood, Kelly pecked Lucy on the lips. “Pick a safe word. I don’t think you’ll need it, but I’m sure we’ll both feel better knowing you have one.”

A faraway look glimmered in Lucy’s eyes. Seconds later, her focus returned.

“Candyfloss,” Lucy said with a decisive nod.

“Fitting word for a sweet lady with lovely pink cheeks.”

A frown crinkled the bridge of Lucy’s nose. “That’s not why I picked it. I hate the stuff, made myself sick on it as a kid.” Her expression softened. “If I utter that word, you’ll know I’m not happy.”

Lucy bent her knee, and whether intentional or not, the heat of her thigh burned through Kelly’s underwear, sending a jolt of horny anticipation dancing up her spine.

“Now that we’ve established a safe word, do I need to sign a contract?” Lucy asked, mischief dancing in her eyes.

Delighted to be back on track, Kelly nipped at Lucy’s neck. “Oh, sassy, too.”

Giggling, Lucy squirmed like a worm, goose flesh erupting on her skin.

Somewhat reluctantly, Kelly pried herself off Lucy and stood. “Time to show you what I wanted to do when I walked into the office at ten on Tuesday.”

Lust surged through Kelly. “Resume the position.” She pointed to a spot on the floor.

Without hesitation, Lucy slid off the sofa and presented herself on all fours. Kelly pulled the coffee table out of the way and walked a slow circle around Lucy, drinking in her intoxicating form; the shape of her shoulders, the slope of her back, the flare of her hips—all of which were concealed by too many clothes.

“Nope, that’s not how I remember it.” She slid her hand under the waistband of Lucy’s white jeans, luxuriating in the shiver that ran through Lucy, and the feel of her bare flesh against the back of Kelly’s hand.

“Up you get. The jeans need to go, you were wearing a skirt and gave me quite the show.”

Just then, a song Kelly’s father used to listen to, caught her attention. The lyrics were so apt, she turned up the volume.

When Kelly turned back around, Lucy had already climbed to her feet. She flashed Kelly a seductive smile and deftly popped the top button of her jeans.

Lucy’s eyes burned into Kelly. The power of their unspoken words stunned her. This was what Kelly craved, the unmistakable connection of lovers. She didn’t know Lucy well, but she knew her well enough to know she wanted more, lots more.

A feeling of euphoria washed over Kelly as she perched on the edge of the coffee table, settling in to enjoy the show.

Lucy toed off her shoes, then lowered her jeans, inch by slow inch, swaying her hips in time to Joe Cocker singing…

Baby, take off your coat,