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Forever Women in Love & Lust, Hunks of Hot Burning Passions
Forever Women in Love & Lust, Hunks of Hot Burning Passions
Forever Women in Love & Lust, Hunks of Hot Burning Passions
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In Forever Women In Love & Lust, hot burning hunks of passion, it’s been several years since the main characters from Sweet Sarah’s Bluez met and fell in love or broke up. This storyline follows stud muffin and chick magnet Shannon Chestnut (from Ferrelli’s Restaurant) on her journey to find that special somebody. Along the way, Shannon meets Adele Hailey (The Bookstore and Ferrelli’s Restaurant), who ignores her flirty and bold ways to partner with Percy Burnette (Forever Woman), tailor extraordinaire. Rebuffed by Adele, Shannon finds comfort with Gloria Lopez (Sweet Sarah’s Bluez) and several other women who are ready, willing, and able to play games. Will Shannon ever get serious long enough to find that special someone?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherB.L Wilson
Release dateJun 2, 2018
ISBN9780463607541
Forever Women in Love & Lust, Hunks of Hot Burning Passions
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B.L Wilson

B.L. has always been in love with books and the words in them. She never thought she could create something with the words she knew. When she read ‘To Kill A Mocking Bird,’ she realized everyday experiences could be written about in a powerful, memorable way. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with that knowledge so she kept on reading.Walter Mosley’s short stories about Easy Rawlins and his friends encouraged BL to start writing in earnest. She felt she had a story to tell...maybe several of them. She’d always kept a diary of some sort, scraps of paper, pocketsize, notepads, blank backs of agency forms, or in the margins of books. It was her habit to make these little notes to herself. She thought someday she’d make them into a book.She wrote a workplace memoir based on the people she met during her 20 years as a property manager of city-owned buildings. Writing the memoir, led her to consider writing books that were not job-related. Once again, she did...producing romance novels with African American lesbians as main characters. She wrote the novels because she couldn’t find stories that matched who she wanted to read about ...over forty, African American and female.

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    Forever Women in Love & Lust, Hunks of Hot Burning Passions - B.L Wilson

    ONE: After the christening dinner, then what?

    When the twins’ christening dinner ended, Vivian and Pat were prepared to offer Adele a ride home. They had just finished helping Jenna and Florence load their sleeping twins, cradles and all, into their van in the lot behind Ferrelli’s Restaurant. They watched the van drive off after making promises with the new parents to stay in touch.

    Jenna looks so tired, Patty. Will she be okay? Vivian asked, waving to Jenna and Florence. She felt Pat’s strong arms around her waist, making the cold snowy late afternoon less cold. Pat held her from behind.

    I don’t know, Viv. Pat sighed. I do know one thing.

    What’s that?

    She’s not in the marriage or the parenthood thing alone. If Walker wasn’t there for her, I’d be very worried. Walker is an attentive wife and active mother who loves Jenna and those babies a great deal, Pat remarked, holding Vivian tighter, pulling her against the front of the topcoat she wore. She leaned down to nuzzle her wife’s exposed neck, making her groan loudly.

    Better stop that or I’ll want to you to do me right here and right now on this snow-covered parking lot.

    Pat gave Vivian’s waist a squeeze, then chuckled, blowing warm puffs of air against her neck. She felt Vivian shiver against her. Are you cold, Baby?

    Nope. I’m just thinking about making love in a snowy parking lot. What we’d have to do to stay warm could be very interesting. Vivian giggled when she felt Pat sucking on the back of her neck. She knew she’d have a hickey by morning. She also knew she was getting some as soon as they got home if not sooner.

    They both watched Winnie and Sadie exit the restaurant with two sleeping little girls in their arms. Shannon Chestnut carried their third child, the little boy, on her shoulders, bouncing him up and down every fifth step or so. Grabbing on to her ears and hair, he giggled loudly, then kicked his little feet out, riding her like a big horsey. Every time he laughed and urged her on with a kick, she pretended to gallop around and whinny like a horse. She kept both hands on the little boy to make sure he was never in danger of falling.

    Would you look at that, Viv? She’s as much of a kid as he is and he’s, what, about two, maybe three? Pat directed her attention to Shannon Chestnut. She’s nothing but a big kid.

    Humph! That kid, as you call her, is a lot more than a kid. Look and learn. Vivian pointed to Belinda and Yasmine, who stood in the restaurant’s rear exit searching the small rear parking lot for something until they spotted Shannon. As soon as the women saw the object of their search, they looked at each other and grinned. Then they both strolled over to Shannon. They waited until she loaded the little boy into the SUV’s rear car seat and fastened his seatbelt, then kissed his forehead. Shannon leaned over to check on his sleeping sisters’ seatbelts too. Finding them okay, Shannon came around to the driver’s side to say goodbye to their parents, Winnie and Sadie.

    After watching the Harris-Thompson family drive off, Shannon offered Belinda her right elbow and Yasmine her left, escorting them through the snowy parking lot heading back inside the restaurant. She had both women giggling over some whispered joke until she caught Vivian studying her. Then she issued a broad wink and a whatever shrug.

    You know I should bust her ass for that leer she just gave you, right? Pat remarked, frowning at the young woman.

    You’re jealous, huh? Vivian giggled, then rubbed the hands holding her tightly. You could, but what would be the point? We all know she’s a playgirl just like Etta was. But she’s a great pastry chef. She’s also harmless when it comes to me or Leah. We both love our partners dearly.

    Humph! The kid ought to find something to do with her energy … like get another job or something.

    Vivian continued to rub her wife’s gloved hands. Or a real girlfriend.

    If she really is like Etta, she’ll need two or three of ‘em to keep her happy, Viv.

    Or one major love in her life.

    At twenty-four, Shannon has plenty of time to find her ideal woman, if she ever does. We just need to keep her away from Adele, agreed?

    Yes. I think we did that really well today. Don’t you? Vivian asked.

    Pat remembered how Shannon sat at the kiddy table entertaining and feeding Winnie’s triplets and helping run errands for Jenna and Florence. In between babysitting the kids and flirting with the wait staff, Shannon didn’t have time to sweet-talk Adele, who they all agreed would be seated at the far end of the adult table. I agree. I didn’t tell Shannon anything about Adele or vice versa when Adele tried to pump me for information about Shannon.

    Vivian nodded in agreement. I pretended I didn’t know who Adele was when Shannon asked me. Everybody else did the same too. She frowned, searching the lot, then checking her cell phone for the time. Where is she? You did tell her we’d catch a cab back to Jersey, didn’t you?

    Yep. Pat rubbed Vivian’s arms when an icy wind blew across the nearly empty lot and made Vivian’s teeth chatter and her body tremble. Come on, Baby. Let’s get you warm and find Adele.

    Bur-r-r! It’s c-c-cold out here, Vivian muttered, huddling against her very own walking and talking furnace, who hugged her close as they walked quickly inside.

    The women entered the rear exit together. They thought they had succeeded in keeping Adele away from a charismatic sweet-talking imitation of Etta James named Shannon Chestnut. As they were walking down the hallway of Ferrelli’s Restaurant, they heard loud sighs and smacking noises—kissing—coming from one of the back rooms. The office or the storage room.

    Pat started grinning, then she winked at her wife. Baby, are you hearing what I’m hearing?

    Somebody is doing what we were just talking about doing. Sounds like it’s coming from the storage room or the office. Vivian shrugged out of Pat’s warming embrace, then pressed a finger against Pat’s lips. She tiptoed closer to the partly open office door so she could peek inside without being seen.

    Get back here! Pat hissed, not wanting a confrontation with whoever was in the room, yet a part of her wanted to do the same thing Vivian was doing. She sighed and quietly crept up behind her wife. Who’s in there? she whispered softly.

    Vivian ignored her wife’s interruption to continue spying. Her eyes widened as she watched Shannon kiss Belinda’s collarbone while fondling Yasmine’s exposed breast. Belinda straddled Shannon’s lap comfortably while Yasmine perched on the sturdy arm of the same chair. Shannon had removed her suit jacket and pulled her fitted shirt out of her slacks, then tossed it on the desk. Only a thin sleeveless undershirt covered her powerful upper torso now. Vivian watched Yasmine close her eyes in satisfaction when Shannon played with a dangling chubby brown tit, pinching the soft chocolate nipple to hardness. At the same time, Belinda returned Shannon’s kiss, giving her deep tongue. Then she shifted her position on Shannon’s muscular thighs to reach between them.

    Damn, they are so sexy. Aren’t they? Pat whispered. Makes me wanna … She decided not to complete the sentence and just shut her mouth and watch.

    Vivian snatched her wife’s hand, then shoved it between her thighs while they watched the three young women writhing, wiggling, and squirming in the throes of passion. She hadn’t taken part in a threesome in years, let alone watch one taking place. She moaned softly when Patty played with her puss, stroking it, caressing it, and encouraging her to climax. She needed hard and fast. She felt Patty lean close, rub up on her, then whisper, Baby, anybody can see us. But I don’t care. I just wanna fuck you so good right here. Right now. Oh-whew! I feel your heat. Burn my fingers with it. Then cool me with your wet cum, Baby.

    Her pelvis flew against Patty’s fingers as she watched the three women crescendo into one climax after the other. She stifled a scream with her fist jammed against her mouth before her body shook uncontrollably. That’s my sweet lover, sweet love. I got you, she heard Patty whisper as she steadied her wobbly legs, then nuzzled the back of her neck. I’ll go look for Shannon while you clean up. She turned to head down the hallway.

    Vivian giggled, then murmured, I think you meant Adele. We already know where Shannon is.

    Pat turned around and winked at her wife. Tonight was going to be so good. She could feel it. She could see it in the sparkling eyes and slightly swollen lips of her wife. On tiptoe, she retraced her steps until she stood in front of Vivian. She reached out, tilted her face, and kissed her deeply. I love what we did just now. I wanna love you again soon as we get home.

    Vivian gave Patty an answering wink. She reached up to tweak her wife’s nose, then smacked her ass when she turned to walk away. It’ll be my turn then. And I plan to make you scream like a banshee and cream like a teenage boy.

    Promises, promises. Pat chuckled softly as she walked by the restaurant’s office door without looking inside again. She strode down the hallway, made a right, and went out into the dining area. She discovered that the dining area was nearly empty. She knew the restaurant’s owners, Leah Williams and Maria Ferrelli, had left soon after dessert was served. She also knew Maria had closed the restaurant down to give Jenna and Florence a christening dinner. Maria’s cousin Nikolas was left in charge of closing down the restaurant. She spotted him speaking with Percy, Adele, Terry, and Essie—the latter two owners of Two Moons Bakery—senior chef Antonio, and junior cooks Julio and Jose.

    Adele noticed Patty first walking toward the group and smiled at her. We were just talking about creating a party room for specialty dinners but not closing the entire restaurant like tonight.

    Nikolas nodded at Pat when she joined them. You’re a business owner, Pat. What do you think? Should I suggest it to Rai?

    Pat rubbed her chin in thought for a moment. She looked around the large but empty room. How would you block it off?

    Nikolas did the same glance around the room that Pat did. Hmm. Good question.

    Antonio spoke in rapid Spanish with an Italian twist by using his hands. He translated Nikolas’ suggestion to Julio and Jose. They responded, pointing to several corners of the restaurant, then raised their hands higher and wider, speaking in rapid Spanish to Antonio. They say Asian restaurant use screen. Put up special screen. That how it called, Nikola?

    Nikolas spoke in Italian to Antonio, who nodded. Yeah. That’s the right word. We were also talking about supplying food for your next couple of story hours at the bookstore.

    Pat sighed. You don’t have to do that, Nikolas.

    Without your help making deliveries, unloading trucks, and Miss Vivian doing the booking and catering arrangements, we’d all be on the unemployment line.

    Antonio slapped Pat hard on the back in congratulations but made her cough loudly. Si. Yes, we do, Patty.

    Pat’s eyes watered. She wheezed. She held up a hand and then moved from the hand vigorously slapping her back. She coughed. Okay, okay. Tony, stop before you kill me.

    Antonio grinned at her. You say yes?

    Do I have a choice?

    Percy and Adele started laughing at the situation, as did Julio and Jose. Then they all suddenly grew quiet.

    Pat heard the familiar clicking of heels drawing closer. She inhaled the intoxicating scent of her wife’s expensive perfume. She didn’t have to be told Vivian was in the room. She could feel Vivian. She could almost taste Vivian. Finally, when Pat turned around, she could see Vivian. As always, Vivian’s looks stunned her with their elegant beauty.

    Why are we all standing here, Patty? Vivian walked over to join the small circle. Adele, honey, do you need a ride home? We’ll drop you off at your place or you can stay in town with us and ride back with Patty in the morning. She caught the master chef’s and junior cook’s attention, then nodded at them. They blushed and dropped their eyes while Antonio grinned at her.

    Us fix good food for story-hour.

    Vivian nodded at him and returned his smile. She had no idea what he was talking about. Patty could tell her tomorrow. Adele?

    Adele caught Percy’s eye, then she cleared her throat loudly when Percy took over.

    Vivian, I thought I might take a drive to New Jersey tonight. You know, just to get some fresh air other than here in the city. Percy offered a strong hand with several silver rings on it for Nikolas to shake. Nice to meet you, Nikola. He shook it. Then she did the same with Antonio, Jose, and Julio. Nice meeting you all, Antonio, Julio, and Jose. Are you ready to go?" she asked Adele.

    Adele smiled at Percy, then caught Vivian’s eye. Thanks for giving me a ride home.

    Percy placed a hand on the small of Adele’s back, guiding her out the front door and walking her around the corner to the lot.

    They make an interesting couple, don’t they? Vivian murmured, walking over to the window, watching them head to the rear of the building

    All that worry about Shannon was for naught, huh, Baby? Pat whispered, walking up to stand behind her wife. She heard Vivian yawn quietly. Time to get you home and to bed, huh?

    Yes, if we nap on the way home, I’ll be ready for action when we get there.

    Pat grinned. There always was tomorrow morning. She watched a yellow cab pull up and stop, then honk his horn.

    That’s us. I called for one while I was in the restroom. Vivian stepped away from Patty for a moment to face Maria’s cousin and restaurant manager. Nikola, lock up. Don’t forget to set the alarm either. Check on your cousins in the back office before you do. Make sure your grandmother is okay for the night too. If she needs anything … and I mean anything at all, you do it or you will answer to me, Vivian warned sternly.

    Nikolas issued an exaggerated sigh and an eye roll. Yes, Ma’am. I will.

    Come on, my love. Nikolas understands how important everything is. He’ll do it. The cab driver honked again, encouraging Patty to pull Vivian out the door. She helped Vivian over the icy patches in the roadway and into the warmth of the taxi’s backseat. After giving the driver directions, Vivian snuggled against Patty’s solid chest and closed her eyes.

    TWO: And on we go.

    Earlier, inside the restaurant’s back office, both women had removed their blouses and their bras but left on their panties, skirts, and boots at Shannon’s urging. Yasmine rose from the arm of the chair to stand behind Belinda. She caressed her cousin’s backside through the fabric of her skirt, then started nibbling on her naked back and flushed neck. You look so sexy with Shannon fucking you, she whispered in an ear, then reached around to palm Belinda’s large brown tits, hefting them and pinching soft nipples to steel hardness. Her cousin’s head lolled backward as she readied for a huge second climax against Shannon’s fingers.

    Oh-o-o, pudding pie, you getting there? Baby want it hard? Shannon asked, pulling out long, sturdy fingers, then quickly shoving them inside a warm, wet cavity.

    God, yes. Hard ‘n’ fast. Belinda’s pelvis revved up. Resisting against the fingers inside her, she lifted her pelvis, then wiggled down twice on the same fingers before she grunted, then froze. Her puss muscles contracted against the fingers so deep inside her. Oh, your shit is so effing good. She leaned backward to kiss Yasmine, then she leaned forward to cup Shannon’s face to French kiss her. When she felt Shannon’s fingers wiggling inside her, she turned very red before she reached another fast climax.

    Hey, what about me? When do I get my punanny sucked and fucked, Shannon? Yasmine whined, watching Shannon pick up Belinda and carry her over to the couch in the corner.

    Shannon marched over to Yasmine with a wide grin. Didn’t mean to leave you out, Luscious. She studied the smaller woman’s naked breasts. They weren’t as full as her cousin’s tits but still pretty. She smacked her lips, then she quickly bent down. She hefted cute breasts so she could suck hard on soft nipples and make them into tiny pinpoints. Her nipping and licking on soft nipples and firm breasts drove Yasmine crazy. Yasmine’s legs grew weak and so she plopped down in the same armchair her cousin recently vacated.

    Shannon took advantage of her aroused state. She knelt, opened Yasmine’s legs, then inhaled. She grinned broadly, then winked at Yasmine. You smell delicious. Bet you’re tasty too, huh? She pushed soaked, sticky panties aside to jam her tongue into Yasmine’s stuff. She heard Yasmine growl like wild dog, then let loose a flood of fluid. She picked Yasmine up and settled her on the couch next to Belinda, who was busy playing with her clit as she watched Yasmine climax.

    Shannon wiped her damp forehead and then slumped down in the armchair, pulling at the soaking wet, sleeveless undershirt sticking to her body like glue. Whew! You two could seriously exhaust me tonight. She suddenly became aware somebody was watching her. She was too tired to get up and go to the door. Instead, she shifted in her seat to see the hallway. For a long moment, she locked eyes with Vivian Johnson. With a slight nod of her head and a raise of her brow, she invited Vivian to join her. She grinned when Vivian’s interested eyes widened as she studied her silently, then sighed and slowly shook her head in answer. She heard Vivian’s light footsteps fade as she walked towards the main dining room.

    Too bad Vivian Johnson wouldn’t be joining them tonight. She’d bet Vivian was just so … hot, sexy, sensual, erotic … Goddamn it, just fill in the blank with other complimentary adjectives. The elegant woman had it going on. She watched Belinda and Yasmine smooching and then playing in each other’s cootchies. She grinned, stood up, and strutted over to join the women on the couch like a proud peacock. Did you two miss me yet?

    The door flew open and Nonni seemed to float into the room.

    Hey! You can’t just come in here without … Shannon swallowed her next words when Nonni strode over to confront her with fire in her eyes. Shannon felt a hard finger tapping her forehead.

    You bad girl. You stop badness. Do nice instead. Nonni’s finger trembled when she closed her eyes. Village destroyed. Many women, children gone forever. Her hand moved to the young woman’s left breast. She pressed in over Shannon’s heart. You take blame. It not fault of you. Do good.

    Nonni opened dark eyes to search Shannon’s eyes, reading the surprise, then the sadness in them. Police no good. Soldier no good. Fire burn too hot for you. You see me. I tell more. Tonight, you go. Tonight, you take girls home. Her eyes travelled to Belinda and Yasmine. She shook an accusing finger at both young women, who had grabbed newspapers to cover their partial nudity. Put clothes on! Go home. No more do in office. Do in own beds. She strode out the door and climbed the back stairs to her apartment.

    Shit! Shannon muttered, striding over to lock the door. What does the old broad know anyway. She walked over to join the two women on the couch, confident they would take up where they left off. She frowned as she watched them rushing to gather their clothes, then throwing them on. Hey, hey. Pretty ladies, we aren’t finished yet.

    Humph, well, we are!

    Yeah, if she tells Ria or Leah, we’re in deep shit.

    Shannon groaned, then raised her hands in surrender. Okay, okay. I’ll take you both home. Then we can continue this, right?

    Belinda looked at Yasmine, who returned her look. They both walked over to Shannon. Yasmine rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, eliciting a low moan from Shannon. Belinda pulled at Shannon’s waistband, unzipping her fly to force a hand inside her boxers. She stroked muscular thighs, brushing the back of a hand against Shannon’s hairy triangle. She giggled when Shannon bit into a lower lip to keep from roaring like she usually did. Well, Shay-shay. We like your place better than ours. We’ll get home okay. She stroked Shannon’s hairy triangle, running fingers through it while periodically touching her clit. She giggled when Shannon moaned louder, then tried to fuck the fingers taunting her.

    If you like that, then you’ll really like this. Belinda’s finger slipped inside Shannon’s cootchie, moving slowly in and then out. Shannon rose on tippy toes, urging the fingers deeper inside before Belinda giggled again, then pulled them out completely. She licked the exploring fingers. Hmm. You’re always so fresh and clean. She and Yasmine wiggle-walked to the locked door, then turned around. Call us tomorrow. We might come over and help you with your blue balls. They both giggled as they left Shannon completely aroused and wanting them.

    Percy, who was a little taller than Adele with ankle boots on, cautiously guided her over icy patches on the sidewalk. She kept her eyes on the ground in front of them and a strong hand on Adele’s elbow. Careful now. Take baby steps. I don’t want you falling and busting something.

    I’m okay. It looks like somebody salted the walkway, Adele remarked, looking down at the snowy ground in front of her and feeling the sandy surface and hearing grit underneath her feet. The minute she looked up was the minute she lost her footing on some invisible black ice. She grabbed at the closest thing to steady her body, which was Percy’s waist and her arms. Surprisingly strong arms grabbed Adele and held her upright.

    I got you, Percy murmured, still holding Adele. Then Percy hugged Adele when she felt her body trembling from the near fall. Easy now. Take it easy. I won’t let you fall, she whispered, rubbing Adele’s back. She held Adele slightly away from her to study her face. Okay to continue? She watched Adele nod. She cleared her throat. If I were to ask you to have a drink with me tonight, what would you say?

    I’d say, get me warm and ice free, then ask me again. Adele smiled when Percy rubbed gloved hands up and down her arms, trying to warm her, then offered an elbow for her hang on to.

    I’ll keep that in mind. Percy patted the hand on her arm, then sighed. Next time, I’ll get the car and bring it around while you stay inside all nice and warm.

    Adele smiled. That definitely works for me. I love the cold if I’m properly dressed like in heavy insulated boots and ski-pants.

    They walked around the corner without further incident.

    Percy walked over to unlock the classic midnight blue Mercedes on the passenger side first. She helped Adele climb inside and settle into the cold leather seat. She hustled around to the driver’s side and slipped behind the wheel. She started the car and pressed several buttons.

    It’ll take a couple of minutes to warm the engine. I can heat our seats right away while we wait for the engine to warm up, she remarked, watching Adele turn up her coat’s collar, then rubbed her arms to bring warmth back and blow on her hands too. Be back in a minute. She went to the trunk and brought back a hand-knitted woolen blanket. She opened the passenger door and tucked the blanket around Adele, covering her from her booted feet to her chin. Better?

    Adele sighed, then nodded. Hmm, much better.

    Percy closed the passenger door, then strode around to the driver’s door and slipped inside her car. She could feel the heat against her butt as she settled into the driver’s seat. Can you feel the heat on your seat yet?

    Adele nodded. Yes. I’m starting to feel warmer.

    Warm enough for you to agree to have a drink with me before I take you home?

    Adele smiled at Percy. What if I said I’ve never been to a tailor’s shop before and I want to see yours?

    Percy turned to study Adele’s face again. I’d say, are you asking to see it tonight?

    Is that too forward or fast of me?

    No, but understand I live in my shop too. I mean, I live above it. Percy sighed. I bought the building a long time ago when it was cheap.

    Adele studied Percy’s face just as she was being studied. I didn’t say I wanted to move in with you, Percy. I just said I’d like to see your shop. I don’t know any tailors and I’ve never ever seen where they work or how they work.

    Percy wiggled her eyebrows. All right, Ms. Never Ever, I don’t mind being your first tailor.

    Adele moved closer to the steering wheel, then reached out to pinch Percy’s arm. I didn’t say you’d be my first anything.

    Ouch! Woman, you have strong pinching muscles in those fingers. Percy grabbed Adele’s hand to study it before she tickled it with a gloved hand. Then she removed her glove to measure her hand against Adele’s hand. Her own hand was larger, broader, and her fingers were thicker than Adele’s delicate-looking hand. Her hand was darker as well.

    Do you like what you see?

    Do you?

    I asked you first, Percy.

    And I asked you second, Adele. Percy studied dark cocoa eyes set in an ivory-colored face. Have you ever dated a Black woman before?

    Have you ever dated a white woman before?

    Ah, so now this is a date, huh? You must be feeling warmer. Yes?

    Adele giggled. Yes. Take me for a drink, then show me your shop.

    How about I take you to my shop and we have a drink there?

    Adele frowned, then rubbed her forehead. I live in Jersey. If we do all that tonight, will you still take me home?

    There’s a really good chance you won’t want to go home tonight. How about that?

    There’s a good chance you still didn’t answer my question, Adele remarked. She was feeling very comfortable with Percy Burnette’s company. The car was warming up and she was getting sleepy. She covered a yawn. Whew! Excuse me for yawning. Patty and I did inventory until late last night. I didn’t get to sleep until after one in the morning.

    Percy nodded in sympathy. I’ve done some late-night fitting sessions for clients too. I guess it’s the nature of our businesses, huh? She smiled at Adele.

    Adele felt her eyes growing heavy and her body relaxing against the warmth of the seat. It was difficult to keep her foggy brain focused and speak words that made sense. Her neck relaxed while her head kept bobbing up as she fought to stay awake. From somewhere, she heard a soft voice encouraging her to nap and promising to get her home safely. She nestled against a sturdy shoulder and continued to sleep. A while later, the car stopped, parking in front of the bookstore.

    We’re here as promised. Percy sighed as she studied the weather outside. Without the wipers on, thick snowflakes were beginning to cover windshield again. A drive that should have taken less than forty minutes had taken nearly double that amount of time. She studied Adele as she slept against her shoulder. She hated to impose on a woman she barely knew, but she’d need a place to stay tonight. She grinned when Adele licked her lips. Dreaming about something delicious, huh, she leaned over to whisper just when Adele shifted in the seat. Their lips brushed against each other. Percy groaned, then opened her mouth to accept more than an accidental touch. She cupped Adele’s face to kiss her again. The blanket drifted down to Adele’s lap as Percy pulled her closer.

    Both women needed deep gulps of air when the second and third kisses ended.

    Wow! Adele murmured, touching her own overheated lips, then tracing a pattern on Percy’s darker full lips. She studied Percy, who was clearly as surprised by the kiss as she was.

    Percy cleared her throat. I didn’t mean to do that. But I’m glad I did.

    Where are we?

    In Jersey, at your place.

    Adele glanced out of the windshield, noting how much snow had fallen. I hope you won’t take this the wrong way. Please spend the night with me. I don’t want you trying to drive back to the city in this mess, okay? She studied Percy’s flushed face and tentatively touched the red stain with a gentle finger. I thought I’d wake up in your place.

    I didn’t want you stuck in the city and missing a day of work.

    Now you’re stuck in New Jersey and you’re missing a day of work.

    I’m my own boss. I can afford to miss a day to be with someone who interests me.

    Adele studied Percy again to see if she was teasing. Her face was too serious to be joking. You meant that, huh?

    Percy rubbed her stiffening neck and then her gritty eyes. She sat back in her seat with a sigh. The drive over here was no joke. Half the time, I could barely see where I was going.

    Adele opened the door, stepped out, and leaned inside. Come with me. I’m pretty good at hot baths followed by neck massages. She noticed how Percy’s dark eyes twinkled at her and her full lips curved into a broad smile. She wondered what the rest of Percy looked like without clothes. Then she wondered what making love with Percy would be like.

    Later in the night, Adele realized her doubts weren’t going to be answered. Percy had quickly fallen asleep fully dressed as soon as Adele had cleared off the bed in the guestroom. She stood at the door to her second bedroom, staring at Percy still wearing her topcoat and suit. The only thing she removed was her applejack cap and her boots. She wondered what Percy would do if she tried to undress her as she slept.

    Nobody should go to sleep fully dressed, Percy Burnette, she muttered, walking over to the guest bed. Percy? she whispered, shaking a strong shoulder until Percy opened sleepy eyes. She watched Percy squint at her, then close her eyes again. Percy? Wake up and put on nightclothes.

    No.

    Adele shook a sturdy shoulder again, then looked in Percy’s smooth brown face. Why not?

    Percy groaned. Too tired. You do it.

    Okay, but you might not like my rough hands.

    "Rough

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