No. Not a dream at all. This was real because even Jules’s feverish subconscious couldn’t have come up with it. And she learned that if she’d been craving Vivian’s touch, then she’d been fucking well dying for her mouth.

She realized she’d have to die a little bit longer as Vivian pulled away before Jules could collect herself enough to return the favor.

“Good night.” Vivian turned and walked back into her house with just the faintest sway of her hips.

Jules opened her mouth to call after her, to order her to come back, but only a tiny croak came out.

Probably for the best.

She definitely made more noises after she got home. She pulled out her trusty vibrator and got off twice thinking about the softness of Vivian’s mouth against her cheek, imagining what that soft mouth would feel like in other places.

When she was finished, she went to the shower on trembling legs, throbbing pleasantly between her thighs. Vivian sure had knocked her for a loop. Based on her sultry walk, she knew it.

Fine. Time to break out the big guns.

Jules turned her face into the shower’s hot spray and smiled.

* * *

She headed into the office the next day with a more purposeful walk, her secret weapon concealed beneath a long puffy coat. In her gloved hands, she carried two hot cups of La Colombe. Her heart already raced with anticipation.

Allie beamed at her when she arrived. “Morning, Jules! Gosh, it’s so cold today, isn’t it?”

“Sure is.” Jules set the cups of coffee down on her desk.

Vivian had a clear line of sight to Jules from here, and from the corner of her eye, Jules saw her raise her head.

“And it’s March! Honestly, I think once it’s March, it shouldn’t be cold anymore, don’t you?”

Jules began to unzip her coat. “Give it a couple of weeks.”

“I was born in San Diego. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to… Oh, Jules!”

Jules let the coat slide down her body before laying it over her desk.

Allie’s eyes had widened in amazement, but Jules was much more interested in how Vivian’s shoulders had gone back.

Office-appropriate clothing. Jules had promised. She couldn’t wear blouses cut down to her navel or skirts slit up to her hip. Besides, it was too cold. Plus there was the cardinal rule: show off your boobs or show off your legs. Never both at the same time.