“You can.” Lauren looked around. “Anyone can. I’ve spent countless hours chatting with actresses in this room, and I don’t know that I’ll ever wrap my head around the fact that it’s mine. I’m acting, Carly. Weird.”

“All of this is. In the best way.” She fell back onto Lauren’s couch. “Do you know what Ethan just said?”

“What?”

“That our sexual tension is now off the charts.”

Lauren didn’t hesitate. “He’s not a wizard. I could not agree more. I’m now really regretting”—she glanced at the open door and closed it—“my decision at my place, because now I just have to stare at you and deal with the effects. And there are effects.” She exhaled slowly.

“Door is closed. You can kiss me, you know.” Carly batted her eyelashes innocently. She was aware that the top two buttons of her blouse were undone. She had a feeling the view wasn’t lost on Lauren. At least, she hoped it wasn’t.

Lauren’s interest seemed piqued. “At work?” A mischievous smile crept onto her face. “You think…we could?”

“You said it yourself. It’s your dressing room, right? I feel like a person should be allowed to do whatever they choose behind the closed doors of their private space.”

Lauren’s eyes darkened, and right on cue, her gaze dipped from Carly’s eyes, to her lips, and lower. The top two buttons were working. “Come here,” she said and crooked her finger.

Carly closed her eyes at the tingling sensation that quiet command inspired, but she did as she was asked. She moved into Lauren’s space and allowed her to slip her hands under Carly’s blouse to her waist. Lauren didn’t say anything before she kissed Carly and the only sound in the room was the quiet gasp of release. Carly was fairly confident it had come from her, as everything in her body responded to Lauren now. They’d barely gotten past second base, but Lauren controlled so much of what Carly’s body experienced throughout their workday. With just the right look or toss of her hair, Carly was deep-swallowing and forcing herself to focus. She’d never had that happen with someone before.

“You taste good,” Lauren said between kisses. She ran her tongue along Carly’s lower lip, which had Carly turned the hell on. Lauren was taller than her today, with Carly not in heels, and that had her going up on her toes for better access to Lauren’s lips, which, damn, she could not get enough of. She slid her hands around Lauren’s neck and deepened that kiss, exploring with her tongue and pressing her body as closely to Lauren’s as possible. The warmth between them had her breathing a little ragged, and her panties a little wet.