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fingers.
    Lara threw her head back and moaned. “Ooh. So good. So fucking good. Remind me to insure that tongue of yours.” When her orgasm finally crested, the pulsations and quivers that ran up and down her body created an out of body experience.
    Rachel pulled her fingers from inside Lara and slowly licked each one clean. “ Mmm , finger lickin ’ good. Better than Kentucky Fried Chicken, and I loves me some fried chicken,” Rachel exclaimed in a poor imitation of a southern lady.
    Lara chuckled. “That is a horrible southern accent, darling.” Lara clasped Rachel’s hand and began leading her to the bedroom. “I seem to be the only one partially dressed here. You and me. Naked. Now. I’ve brought home a few presents, but we seem to have left them in the trunk in our haste to finish what you started in the car.”
    “Ooh, presents. I like the sound of that, but I’d rather leave the bag until later. I left the silk ties on the bed. I’m in the mood for some extended playtime and excruciating delay of pleasure. Tie me up and tease away, my talented lover. I won’t even try to escape,” Rachel exclaimed.
    “Now where’s the fun in that? I’ll have you squirming and begging in no time,” Lara taunted.

     
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    Lara peeked at the neon green light flashing ominously in the dark. Damn it was midnight already. Rachel had been insatiable for two hours as they brought one another to the height of pleasure multiple times. Rachel was lightly snoring now as Lara slipped from their bed to send her text.
    Creeping quietly into the mudroom where she left both her purse and her phone, Lara muttered, “Shit, she’s probably biting off her toenails now with worry.” Digging into her purse, Lara retrieved her phone and walked quietly into the living room. She jabbed at the phone in irritation, forming the quick text. Fortunately, it was late and she wouldn’t expect a phone call. Only a text, letting her know she’d arrived safely.
    Lara smiled as she thought of her soft brown eyes and the way they watered when she’d left her standing in the doorway. She was a vision of loveliness—a classic Italian beauty from the southern regions of Italy. Lara could never give her up. She was Lara’s first true love.
    Lara felt a ping of guilt that she quickly stuffed down deep into her black soul. Her justifications for the decisions made in her life were always completely logical. No one was really getting hurt. She cared deeply for both of them. Didn’t she make sure they both had everything they could ever want or need? She spared no expense to ensure that she took good care of both of them.
    The little voice in Lara’s head kept shouting at her that she wasn’t being fair. She’d only made love to her once during the visit. She would have to rectify that the next time they were together. Their lovemaking was so different from what she had with Rachel. No less satisfying—just different. Rachel was adventurous and creative. Her other lover was sensuous and passionate. She needed both in her life—what she liked to refer to as her sexual yin and yang.
    “Lara? Where are you?” Rachel’s sleepy voice called out.
    Lara rushed back to the master bedroom and a rush of arousal hit her as she looked at Rachel’s tousled blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Rachel was a natural beauty. Without any effort, she turned both male and female heads the minute she entered a room. She had a kind of casual sexiness about her and could make a pair of jeans come to life on her body.
    “You look positively delicious, but we both need to get some rest if I’m going to survive the office tomorrow,” Lara tossed out.
    “Can’t you just call in sick or go in late, for once?” Rachel asked.
    “No. I have a full day and I need to follow up on a possible lead. I met Chelsea Martin on the flight back to Seattle. I can’t wait to get my hands on her billions. I believe she is in need of some expert financial planning. She gave