But halfway through the night, Jules woke to find herself wrapped around Vivian, holding her tight. The extra heat apparently didn’t bother her, since she slept on peacefully in Jules’s arms.

She was already looking forward to the morning. Vivian had told her to book no engagements for Saturday—which seemed premeditated, now that Jules thought about it—so that they’d have a chill first morning together. They could even sleep in. That seemed more luxurious than a thousand Hermès scarves.

At the thought, Jules drifted back to sleep with the comforting warmth of Vivian against her breasts and thighs.

* * *

However, Vivian had different ideas when it came to sleeping in.

Jules realized this when she woke up to the mattress shifting. She opened her eyes to see Vivian looking over her with disheveled hair and a fierce look of expectation on her face.

Jules turned and squinted at the clock on the nightstand: seven thirty a.m.

“I’ve been waiting,” Vivian said and then, without further ado, bent down and kissed Jules hard on the mouth.

“Y-you have?” Jules gasped, winding her arms around Vivian’s neck and tugging at her until they lay side by side again.

“I woke up an hour ago. I lay here and let you sleep.” Vivian kissed her again. “But apparently you were going to laze the whole Saturday away.”

“That was the plan,” Jules said against her mouth. “We have the whole—”

“Cancel the plan,” Vivian growled between kisses. Through the thin silk of her pajamas, Jules could feel how hot her skin already was. “You wanted this, you did this to me, and you’d better be ready to deal with it.”

Well, there were worse ways to wake up. Jules grunted and sat up until she was leaning over Vivian, not lying on top of her exactly but at a better angle to deal with her. “I’ve created a monster, huh?”

“I fully expect to be catered to.” Vivian began to spread her legs.

Then she paused as if the intimacy of the movement had occurred to her at the same moment it occurred to Jules.

Vivian Carlisle’s spreading her legs for me. She fought down an incredulous laugh. “Makes a nice change.” Then she stopped Vivian’s impending growl by kissing her again. “So have you decided what you want?”

“A little more finesse than last night, please.” Vivian obviously meant for it to come out sounding haughty, but she’d already started breathing faster from the kisses. She cleared her throat. “That is, not that I didn’t enjoy it—”

“I noticed.” Jules wasn’t sure whether to grumble or be smug. She settled for getting a little nervous.

Finesse, huh? Okay, fair enough. It had been incredible sex, but she hadn’t exactly demonstrated the most sophisticated moves, and Vivian clearly had as high expectations for lovemaking as she did everything else. Nothing less than five stars.