Small waves of pleasure moved around inside her.
She could not, did not want to stop that flow.
- Melanie. Please…what if Max finds out... I couldn’t live with myself.
Emily’s eyelashes flickered against the side of Melanie’s cheek.
The smooth fabric of Melanie's skirt brushed over Emily’s jeans.
- Don’t worry about it. He already knows.
Melanie’s words had stopped the flow of their bodies; had broken the movement and Emily pushed Melanie gently from her lap.
- What do you mean, he already knows?
- Emily, I had to tell him... he’s okay about it...he loves you too.
Emily was lost for words.
She stood up and scooped her t-shirt up from the floor.
- What am I going to do when he comes back? How can I work with him again?
Melanie shuffled her skirt down from above her thighs as she stepped toward Emily.
- Well, I work with him every day and we’re alright. It’ll be fine. He’s fine with it.
Emily couldn’t move.
Her shirt clenched into her hand.
Melanie stalked closer to lean into Emily’s neck and start the soft, pressing kisses she knew would be the end of the talking.
- Lie down, Emily. I want to lie on top of you.
- I wish you weren’t with him.
Emily allowed herself to be led back to the lounge chair.
- I wish you weren’t so beautiful, Melanie.
Emily’s eyes closed as the licking and kissing and pressing took her breath and all words from her.
She lay back and threw the t-shirt back onto the tiles.
She allowed Melanie to do whatever she wanted.
It was what Emily wanted as well and she lost herself in Melanie’s rising hot, salty scent.
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