She ran her fingertips over Vivian’s softly rounded belly, which twitched beneath her touch. “Huh. Maybe you’re wired for me too. What do you think?”

“I’m not capable of thinking.” Vivian covered her eyes with a hand, a characteristic gesture that Jules was coming to recognize. Like Vivian just needed to shut out the world for a moment after sex while she got herself back together. “My God, I’ve never…”

This time, Jules didn’t think her blush was due to arousal.

“Never what?”

Vivian peeped at her through two fingers. Glared, really. “Never…that,” she said.

Jules’s eyes went wide. “Nobody ever went down on you before?” Surely that couldn’t be right. Three marriages, other lovers, and Vivian had never?

“Of course they did,” she snapped, and Jules came back down to earth. Vivian grunted and sat up. “It just never worked before.”

How should she respond to something like that with someone like Vivian? “Um…I’m sorry.”

Vivian rolled her eyes, obviously finished with her little moment of full disclosure. “Lie down,” she ordered.

Jules obeyed without even thinking about it. She blushed as Vivian looked her naked body over with gleaming eyes, then blushed harder as Vivian caressed her hip and side with one warm hand.

“Well now,” she said softly, “it’s your turn, isn’t it?”

Just the tone of her voice made Jules’s toes curl.

“You’re so bold,” Vivian murmured, “so insistent that I tell you what to do. What I like. That I should just come right out and say it.”

“I mean—seems sort of in character for you—”

“Turnabout is fair play,” she continued as if Jules hadn’t spoken and kept moving her hand, stroking upward to play with Jules’s nipple. “You’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Wanting this for a long time. Haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Jules whispered.

“I felt your eyes all over me on New Year’s Eve. I was…surprised.”

Jules wasn’t sure if she should be elated, intrigued, humiliated, or what. She settled for saying, “Me too.”

Vivian lifted an incredulous eyebrow.

“No, really. I saw you in that dress. And you were so… That’s when it started.”

“Yes?” Vivian plucked her nipple again. “When what started? What were you thinking about? What did you want, exactly?”

She smoothed her hand over Jules’s belly, down into the hollow of Jules’s hip, which Jules hardly noticed because Vivian’s gaze was swallowing her whole.

“What did you want to do to me, Julia?”

“Jesus,” she gasped, curling her toes again. She’d never been with anybody who could screw just with their voice, and it was—