She let her gaze slide round the room and spotted a couple in the corner near the door to Blue. This couple was kissing deeply, hands roaming over each other’s bodies underneath their tee shirts. Without thinking about what she was doing, she strolled into the centre of the room, took a seat on a stool at the high table there, and sipped her drink while she watched them. Heat rose in her face again as she blatantly stared. She had to admit, being a voyeur was turning her on. A lot. The one with her back to Max was taller, and she was the first one to undo her partner’s jeans. They both groaned as she did so, and Max’s cunt throbbed in response. Oh God, to have someone want her that much, to have the thought of someone’s fingers inside her make her so wet.

Tonight, she needed to deal with her physical self, the one that was aching to be wanted. And then, tomorrow, she’d let that wall come down and deal with the aftermath.

The tall one slid her hand inside the jeans and then, clearly, straight inside the other woman, who arched and moaned and called out, “Fuck me… oh God, fuck me…”

Max finished her drink and dragged her gaze away from them, acutely aware of the throbbing ache between her own legs. She needed to find someone to take care of that, and soon. The thought of it made her nearly moan out loud with want. Fuck yes, she needed it. A woman walked past, taller than Max, with short, dark hair and a spicy scent that spun Max’s heightened senses into overdrive. She walked slowly past the table. Her body was lean with strong shoulders beneath a muscle vest and long legs encased in tight denim. God, yes.

Almost on autopilot, her mind shut down and her body fully awake and alive, Max stood, walked across the room to the opposite wall, and turned to face the woman as she strolled around, gaze sweeping the room. When she landed on Max, she stopped roaming. Max sucked in a breath and waited. Her nipples hardened with the anticipation and pushed against the confines of her bra. The woman slowly stepped towards her, and Max’s heart threatened to stop.

You are actually going to do this.

The whispered thought rattled repeatedly through her brain. The woman came closer, her blue-eyed gaze locking on Max’s. She hesitated a moment, then lifted a hand to Max’s face and ran her fingertips from Max’s eyebrow to her neck. Max’s entire being focused in on the gentle touch of those fingertips on her hot skin. She was vaguely aware the woman’s fingers were trembling. Nerves? Or desire?