Only…that wasn’t exactly fair, was it? Jules might not have deployed any amazing moves, but Vivian had done even less. And at least Jules had some sexual experience with women. It didn’t seem possible, but maybe Vivian was nervous too, trying to compensate with hauteur.

Suddenly brimming with sympathy, Jules said gently, “Hey. I know you haven’t done this before, but…”

Vivian rolled her eyes. “Rachel Maddow does it, doesn’t she? And she can’t figure out how to expand her closet past Jil Sander suits. It can’t be rocket science.” She tugged at Jules’s pajama top. “Let’s start here. I want to see you this time.”

Okay, maybe Vivian wasn’t nervous. Jules’s face heated. “You already have.”

Vivian snorted. “I saw you popping out of your jumpsuit after a party. I wasn’t looking at them then. I want to now.”

Fair enough. Jules unbuttoned her top and shrugged it off, letting the silk slither down to the bed. Then she didn’t quite know where to look and found herself closing her eyes.

Having Vivian look at her was different than having anyone else look at her. Vivian looked at beautiful women’s bodies all day. Those women were taller and thinner than Jules, and none of them had a roll of flesh beneath their belly buttons.

“Oh,” Vivian said.

Jules opened her eyes.

Vivian was blushing too as she looked at Jules’s breasts. She cleared her throat again. “Well, they’re…” She reached up and cupped the left one.

Her palm was soft, and the heat from it raced through Jules’s body like an electric shock. She gasped. Her nipples hardened instantly.

Vivian’s eyes went wide. She actually looked alarmed for a second. Then she smirked. “Hmm.” She rubbed her thumb over Jules’s nipple and made her gasp again. “I see why you like mine.”

“I really do.” Jules was already having a hard time breathing. With Vivian lying beneath her, glowing with desire and anticipation, touching her—Jules was going to be lucky if she didn’t come four seconds into it again.

But, God, this was what she’d been wanting for months, and it was better than what she’d wanted. “You turn me on more than anybody I’ve ever met,” she blurted out.

Vivian looked up at her, startled.

She shrugged. “I mean, you do.”

“Well.” Vivian looked embarrassed for the first time.

Jules could see her wondering if she was expected to return the compliment. Her face burned again but for a different reason. She shouldn’t have said that. God forbid Vivian should compare her to anyone else, like that guy from college who had rocked her world. How did you compete with a memory like that?

“I admit I didn’t expect last night.” Vivian coughed. “It was… Are we going to talk about this all morning?”