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Right now, Lauren was so relaxed, she didn’t care what Crystal did. But she hoped this would lead to…what? She wasn’t sure. All she was sure of was that she felt relaxed and frustrated at the same time.

Cool air wafted across her bottom when Crystal removed the towel. Then hands smoothed lotion over her buttocks, the heat from the lotion warming her.

“So juicy,” Crystal whispered, her fingers working the flesh. “So round.”

Lauren caught her bottom lip between her teeth. It felt good to have a woman touching her.

“I’m going to go lower now.” Crystal’s hands moved down to the backs of her thighs. “Can you spread your legs just a bit for me?”

Lauren shifted, spreading her thighs, her toes dangling off the edge of the table.

“Breathe, Lauren. Just breathe,” Crystal instructed.

Lotion-slicked hands moved down, down, warm and teasing along her thighs. Lauren’s skin tightened, gooseflesh rising. Crystal massaged, the lotion wetting her strokes, making her hands slide across Lauren’s body. Then the taunting hands moved between
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Lauren’s thighs and a finger, slick and warm, slid into her cleft, spreading her. Lauren sucked in a breath.

“Yes, Lauren, breathe,” Crystal crooned, her fingertip circling Lauren’s clit. “Mm, what a nice little pearl you have. I wonder what it tastes like.”

Lauren’s stomach muscles clenched at her words. Could she?

Would she?

“Please, Lauren, turn over onto your back. I want to see you,”

Crystal said, her hands urging her to turn.

“I’ve never…” Lauren couldn’t say it, could barely think it. Being with a woman…she’d never thought about it. Until now.

Crystal’s slick hands glided up and over her buttocks and continued up, her fingers grazing Lauren’s sides then centering in the middle of her back, conducting warmth into her skin. Crystal leaned down.

“You’ve never been with a woman before, have you?” she whispered in Lauren’s ear, her breath warm and moist.

Lauren looked at her out of the corner of her eye, her right cheek resting on the table. “No,” she said softly. “I haven’t. I’m sorry, but if this is your desire, I don’t know if I can fulfill it.” She briefly closed her eyes, Crystal’s hot hands still kneading her back.

Then the hands disappeared.

When Lauren opened her eyes, Crystal was crouched down beside the table, her dark gaze even with Lauren’s. She placed one hand on Lauren’s shoulder. “There’s no need to apologize,” she said, her fingers drawing circles on Lauren’s shoulder. “You are fulfilling my desires right now.”

“I am? I don’t understand.” Lauren drew her arms up and pushed her palms against the table, rising up just enough to be able to look Crystal in the eye. “I thought—”

Crystal put a finger to her lips, silencing her. “Shh.” She traced Lauren’s lips with a fingertip, her eyes following its path as if fascinated. “You see, my fantasy, my desire, is the seduction.”

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Lauren caught the scent of cinnamon, spicy and hot. Her lips began to tingle.

Crystal’s eyes met hers. “I want to seduce you.” Her fingertip probed between Lauren’s lips, parting them. “I want to seduce you into doing something you’ve never done before.”

Something came over Lauren, a sultry sort of haze. She parted her lips farther, her eyes locked on Crystal’s. Crystal’s voice was low and soothing, her gaze hot and tempting. Lauren was mesmerized, and it was a good feeling. A different feeling. A sense of the…forbidden.

Bravely, she flicked her tongue over Crystal’s fingertip where it balanced on her bottom lip at the entrance of her mouth. She tasted cinnamon, hot on her tongue.

“Ah,” Crystal said on a breath. “Do you like the taste?” Her finger entered Lauren’s mouth slowly.

Lauren accepted the intrusion, warmth beginning to crawl up the back of her legs toward her center. She stroked Crystal’s finger with her tongue. Cinnamon burst in her mouth. She watched Crystal’s eyes. They were hooded and smoky, watching Lauren suck the cinnamon from her finger. Lauren wrapped the fingers of one of her hands around Crystal’s wrist, holding her hand in place while pulling Crystal’s finger from her mouth. When she slid her tongue down the side of Crystal’s finger then licked the sensitive place between the index and middle fingers, she heard Crystal suck in a breath.

“You want to do something decadent, don’t you, Lauren?” Crystal asked, taking her hand back from Lauren’s grasp and placing it again on her shoulder. “Look at me,” she said, her face drawing nearer, close enough their noses almost touched. “Now, lean back.” She put gentle pressure on Lauren’s shoulder, easing her to her side, then onto her back.

Lauren shifted, very aware that she was now completely exposed on the table. Instead of causing her embarrassment, her senses were heightened, her nerve endings buzzing.

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Crystal rose to stand beside the table, her eyes traveling over Lauren’s body with intensity. “Beautiful, just beautiful. What do you think, Missy?”

“She’s lovely,” Missy replied from across the room.

Crystal smiled and caught Lauren’s gaze. “Missy, would you please come and finish Lauren’s massage? I have something else I’d like to do.”

“Of course,” Missy said.

Lauren heard Missy rise from her chair and come up beside the table near her feet. She heard the sound of lotion spurting from a bottle then felt hands, slick and warm, caressing her ankles. Lauren sighed.

Crystal leaned over her, propping one hand on the left side of Lauren’s head while the other hand rested on her shoulder. “Feels nice, yes?”

“Yes.” Missy worked the tense muscles of her calves, sliding up to her knees. Lauren could feel the special tingle of the lotion, the heat that followed the tingle.

Crystal leaned closer, her full breasts coming in contact with Lauren’s. “We want you to feel good, feel pampered. Here, at bonding camp, you’ll feel anything you want to feel.” She raised the hand on Lauren’s shoulder and stroked her cheek. “I want to make you feel heaven.” Then she leaned down, and for the first time, Lauren began to learn what it felt like to be kissed by a woman.

Crystal’s lips were soft and full. They slid over Lauren’s, her tongue flicking out to taste.

Lauren accepted the kiss, the gentleness of it spreading warmth throughout her body. She closed her eyes, parted her lips, and invited Crystal into the heat of her mouth.

Moaning, Crystal didn’t hesitate. Her tongue delved into Lauren’s mouth, her hand catching her cheek to hold her.

Lauren’s arms moved of their own volition, wrapping around Crystal’s naked shoulders and pulling her in. Their tongues tangled,
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their breath hot and moist. Lauren sighed into the other woman’s mouth then drew it back into her own. Crystal shifted, pressing against Lauren, her full breasts slick with lotion, sliding against Lauren’s body.

All the while, Missy’s hands worked from below, edging their way up her body, tantalizing with their experienced maneuvers.

Coming up for air, Crystal licked her lips. “You taste wonderful.

Now, I want to taste more of you.”

Lauren gasped when Crystal moved down, her mouth capturing her left nipple in her mouth. Instantly, her nipple pearled, tightening.

“Mmm,” Crystal moaned, her breath coming heavier. She stopped for a moment and looked up at Lauren. “Watch me.” Then she dipped her head again, her eyes large and seething hot.

Lauren tilted her chin down, her hands on Crystal’s shoulders, her gaze locked with the woman’s who was sucking at her breast.

Crystal’s full lips circled her areola, sucking slowly, her tongue flicking. Her eyes blazed with heat. Lauren felt her cream gather between her legs, her breasts tingling with the need to be touched.

“Oh God,” she said, capturing Crystal’s head between her hands.

Crystal released her nipple and moved upward, devouring Lauren’s mouth with a kiss

Their kiss grew wild, their moans growling and deep. Still, Missy’s hands moved up her body.

Crystal suddenly broke away, leaning back. “Missy…”

“Yes?”

“Do what you do best.” Then Crystal looked down at Lauren. “I want you to taste me now.”

Lauren watched her as she rose a bit further then lifted one breast in her hand. The nipple was a light brown, tight as a button. Lauren’s mouth watered. She didn’t question it. When Crystal placed her other hand behind Lauren’s head and drew her forward, Lauren opened her mouth and swiped her tongue over the budded nipple offered to her. It felt warm and a bit rough on her tongue. She wanted more. Locking
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her mouth around the proffered nipple, she sucked, truly enjoying the tiny sighs coming from Crystal.

“Missy, now,” Crystal said above her, her voice tight.

Lauren felt Missy’s hands push against the inside of her thighs.

Lauren sucked harder, reaching up to fondle Crystal’s other breast and rolling the budded nipple between her fingers. Then Missy graced her with a swipe of her tongue over her clit. Lauren jerked, moaning.

Missy closed her mouth over Lauren’s sweet spot and immediately began sucking her clit.

Lauren groaned, scraping her teeth over Crystal’s nipple.

“Yessss,” Crystal hissed, pressing her head to her.

Missy’s tongue undulated, her hands spreading Lauren to the limit.

“Look at me,” Crystal said above her. “Look at me, Lauren.”

Lauren raised her eyes to Crystal’s just before a wave of pleasure overtook her. She shuddered, the orgasm ripping through her.

Bucking her hips up to meet Missy’s hungry mouth, Lauren released Crystal’s nipple. Immediately Crystal’s mouth was on hers, stealing her breath, eyes locked with her own. Lauren’s stomach clenched, the orgasm railroading over her, and then she threw her head back and screamed out her pleasure.

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Chapter Nine

Lauren lay exhausted in her bed, a pillow curled into her tummy, her arms wrapped around it. It was close to two in the morning, and she had never been more sore, and more satisfied, than she was at this moment.

The room was dark, the bed soft, and the sheets cool against her skin. It felt perfect. Now if only—

The door opened.

She glanced toward it, a silhouette standing there against the dim light of the hall. She recognized him right away. “Justice, come in.”

He moved into the room, closing the door behind him, throwing the room back into darkness.

She could hear him beside the bed, removing his clothes. “I don’t think I’ll be able to have more sex tonight,” she admitted. “I’m too worn out.”

Justice lifted the covers and slid into bed beside her. “I didn’t come here for sex.” He snuggled up to her back, slipping an arm around her waist, spooning her. “I just wanted to be near you.”

Lauren smiled in the darkness. “Tell me, is this more than just bonding camp? Between us, I mean.”

He planted a kiss on her temple then settled down on the pillow behind her. “I think it may be.”

“I would like that.” She felt so secure in his arms she hoped it would lead to a deeper relationship.

“I’m glad,” he said. “I’m sorry someone before me betrayed you. I hope you’ll let me show you I’m not like that.”

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The heat from his body warmed her. She felt like they were wrapped in their own cocoon. “I’ll try. I can’t say it will be easy.”

“I know. I’ve been hurt before too. Just give me a chance.”

“Okay. You’ve got a chance. One chance.”

“Deal. Now get some rest. You’ve had a long day.”

Lauren chuckled. “Long day doesn’t even describe it.”

* * * *

The next morning, Lauren called Betha.

“Hello,” Betha answered, sounding tired.

“Hey, it’s me, Lauren. Were you sleeping?”

Betha cleared her throat. “Is the sun up yet? Yes, I was sleeping.

What time is it?”

Lauren smiled, seeing Betha squinting at the clock beside her bed in her mind’s eye. “It’s six o’clock. Get up.”

Moaning issued from the phone. “Okay, I’m up. Now, what did you want so early in the freaking morning?”

“I want to tell you what a great time I’m having.” Lauren tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was nervous about this bonding camp thing for nothing.”

“So…have you bonded?”

Lauren sighed. “Yes, yes, we have. I think I’m going to like working for this firm.”

“Wow, bonding camp must have done a number on you. I thought this job was going to be a stepping stone to something better.”

“Um, maybe, maybe not. We’ll see.” If things continued as they were, Lauren didn’t think she’d ever leave Cane, Moss, and White.

Their philosophy had some substance: a healthy sex life made for a happy work environment. At this point, as far as Lauren was concerned, an innovative sex life was the key to a happy life—period.

“What’s this bonding all about anyway?” Betha coughed, clearing her throat again. “I need a drink of water. Gosh, it’s early.”

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Lauren wasn’t sure how much to tell Betha. Then she remembered…She couldn’t tell her anything thanks to the contract.

She’d have to make something up. She didn’t want to lie to her best friend, but maybe she could bend the truth a bit, leave things out. “I’ll tell you about it when I get back. I’ll be back late tonight.”

“Okay, tell me then. I think I need four pots of coffee.” The sound of yawning came over the phone. “Call me when you get back.”

“I will. Now go have coffee.” Lauren hung up, smiling. She’d come up with something to tell Betha without giving away too much.

She didn’t want to ruin this new sensation she had found. The sensation of being able to totally trust other people—one in particular.

* * * *

Lauren and the others lingered over breakfast, talking about mundane things such as the weather, the flowers that were blooming, and life in general. After breakfast, they convened in one of the meeting rooms for the last appointment of bonding camp.