“God, yes,” Abby hissed as Nic slid fingers into her wetness. Abby rose up to meet her, her hips rocking against her hand.

Nic used her own hips to drive her fingers deeper. Abby was panting, her fingers digging into Nic’s arms as she met each thrust. Nic bit down lightly against her nipple, then sucked it hard into her mouth. Abby’s hips bucked wildly against her, then she turned her head, stifling her scream with her pillow as she climaxed.

Abby’s legs slowly settled back on the bed, and Nic rested her face against Abby’s breasts, her fingers still inside her. With her thumb, she brushed across Abby’s clit, making her jerk.

“God, I thought you were the one to be compensated, not me,” Abby murmured huskily.

Nic looked up and smiled, finding Abby’s eyes closed. She slowly withdrew her fingers, making Abby jerk again. Abby gave a satisfied moan and her eyes fluttered open.

“I think I like the way you kiss.”

Nic moved higher, doing just that. Abby rolled her over this time, resting her weight on top of her.

“I may be out of practice. As you know, it’s been a year.”

Nic smiled against her lips. “If you need three or four tries at it, that’s fine with me.”

Abby laughed quietly as she pulled her mouth away. Their eyes met and Abby’s smile slowly faded as she moved to kiss her again. Nic lay back, letting Abby do as she may. Her kisses turned fiery hot before moving to her breasts. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of Abby’s mouth and tongue on them. Yes, hopefully it would take three or four tries. How glorious would that be?

Chapter Twenty-six

Abby’s eyes were closed as she stretched her legs out. She was aware that she was smiling. Aware that the lamp was still on. Aware of how contented she felt. Odd, really, when she’d so dreaded fulfilling this agreement she and Nic had made. But god, what a glorious night it had been. She rolled over, turning off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Well, not quite darkness—dawn was already breaking outside.

“You’re smiling.”

She rolled back toward Nic. “I think I kinda like this.”

“This what?”

“This having sex without worrying about dating and all that goes with it. It’s much more relaxing. I’m really glad you made me that counteroffer.”

Nic moved closer to kiss her. “I’m glad you picked me to be your fake girlfriend.”

“Can we do this every night?”

“If you want to. I won’t complain.”