“Slip off into a coat closet?” Vivian continued relentlessly. Her hand lay still on Jules’s hip, no longer caressing her, no longer moving at all. “Or some quiet corner where you could have me up against a wall? Maybe get under my skirt in the back seat of the car?” She leaned in and inquired softly, “Did you like the dress? Would you have had me keep it on?”

“Oh God.” Jules closed her eyes, unable to stop picturing it as she’d pictured it a thousand times before. Vivian in that dress with her head thrown back and her face flushed and her eyes closed, just as she’d been on this bed only a few moments ago.

“Or would you have brought me home? Taken me to my room and made me stay so quiet? On my back on the bed, covering my mouth with your hand, and me still in my gown because I couldn’t wait?”

“Vivian,” Jules sobbed, her hips twitching desperately, “Vivian, oh, my God…”

“My skirt up around my waist, legs spread, and my shoes still on, and me so ready for you, so wet and ready to come for you.” Vivian’s voice was as cool and as calm as it had been on the day Jules had met her, and Jules couldn’t even open her eyes, her body was strung so tight. “Begging you to do whatever you wanted to me. Would you have fucked me in my dress, Julia?”

The word fuck on Vivian’s lips here in bed made Jules arch her back and whine. Little lights were starting to go off behind her eyelids. “I-I—”

“Oh, Julia,” Vivian breathed. “I would have let you.”

“Vivian!” she shrieked and came without a single touch. She cried out more as she twitched and throbbed, knowing that Vivian was watching every second of it with avid, greedy eyes. That made her come all the harder, knowing she was on display for this woman she’d wanted so badly that she thought she’d die from it. Maybe she was dying right now; it felt like it, it felt—

She slumped back down on the bed panting, shaking so hard, she thought she was going to fly apart.

“Juh-juh-Jesus,” she managed when she had her breath back. She opened her eyes.

Vivian looked unbearably smug. “That was lovely,” she said, and stroked the inside of Jules’s sticky thigh.

It made Jules moan again.

“So you were thinking about it. I can’t wait to find out what else you’ve been thinking about. You obviously have a real imagination.”

“M-me?” Jules croaked. “You’re the one who came up with all that.”

Vivian shrugged as if this was a minor detail, as if reading Jules’s id was something she did whenever she felt like it. Oh God. Maybe it was.

“Would you really have let me?” Jules was hardly able to believe it. “On New Year’s Eve?”