Each touch, each kiss sent tremors of pleasure through Susanne. She clutched Anja’s back as Anja lightly sucked on her neck and then paused to nibble on her shoulder. “God, you have amazing shoulders. Did anyone ever tell you that?”

Susanne grunted. “My shoulders aren’t the part of me that needs attention.”

“No?” Anja smiled down at her. “How about this part?” She dipped her head, and the wet heat of her mouth closed over Susanne’s breast.

Lightning-swift desire shot through Susanne. She sucked in a breath, already feeling a tightening deep inside of her. She arched into Anja. “We might beat those…mmm…fifteen…oh God…seconds.”

“Yeah?” Anja’s pupils flared wide.

Susanne’s throat was too dry and her brain too fuzzy to form words, so she nodded shakily.

“That’s okay.” Anja slid up and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’ll just start all over again.” She set a slow, deliberate rhythm with her fingers, keeping her strokes light.

Susanne’s pulse thudded through her entire body, and she drew in a ragged breath as Anja kept exploring.

“Susanne…” Anja breathed her name as she moved with her, the expression of intense focus on her face assuring her she wouldn’t stop for anything in the world. Their gazes locked.

This was so intimate. Almost too intimate. But Susanne couldn’t close her eyes. Didn’t want to close her eyes. She gripped Anja’s back with both hands to ground herself.

Each stroke drove her deeper into the swirl of sensation. Already the first little tremors shook her body. No. Not yet. Please not yet. She wanted this night to last forever. But when Anja circled her fingers faster, with a little more pressure, there was no holding back. Pleasure coiled into a tight ball, then spread outward. She choked out mumbled words that probably made no sense at all. Or maybe she shouted Anja’s name.

She must have blacked out for a couple of seconds because the next thing she was aware of was Anja cradling her in her arms, their bodies slick with sweat. Even though Susanne was the taller one, it felt incredibly good to let herself be held.

As her heartbeat and her breathing slowly settled and her limbs started working again, she lifted her hand and traced the faint laugh lines around Anja’s mouth, which was smiling at her. “God, that was amazing. You were amazing…and a bit surprising. It was a good surprise,” she added quickly. “A very good surprise.”

Truth be told, she didn’t know what had surprised her more: Anja taking control or her handing it over so willingly. But then again, maybe it shouldn’t have surprised her. At work, they had taken turns too. Sometimes she’d been in control, teaching Anja how to handle social media, and sometimes Anja had taken over and introduced her to the world of stationery.