He wanted to take in the totality of Colette DuMaurier and the lean and perfect frame. All of her would be his tonight, he need not rush. Her body twi...ted around his own as they kissed and got to know each other on more intimate terms. Not with Maria nor Sandra had he felt such an instantaneous connection. Their lips couldn’t seem to stop kissing, not that he wanted to. He could have gone on kissing her forever and as she was strewn across the bed, he kept kissing her. And kissing her. And. ”“It’s not really your fault,” she said. But it had really been his fault. She hadn’t known what she was doing, and he’d certainly known what was coming. He should have got his hands off her. “Just kiss me again,” she said. So, he kissed the shoulders he had hurt and then her warm, forgiving mouth.They went on kissing, but he was conscious of his soaked pants the entire time. It must not have been as obvious as he feared, though, since she didn’t seem to notice. She even agreed to a second date. She cleaned herself and hopped happily out of the shower. Adrena picked out a short tight skirt with a near see-through light-colored top. Grabbing her favorite heels she strapped them on and through on lip liner and lipstick. She quickly followed this with eyeliner and mascara, topping it off with her favorite perfume. Adrena grabbed her keys and purse, fed the cat, and was out the door. *Walking into the office barely on time was not something her coworkers were used to seeing. . Dear God, she knows bullshit when she hears it. All she can think of now is how Jenny's tongue will feel between her spread-eagled legs. She has never forgotten the sweet gentleness of another girl's tongue, her one night with Becca all those years ago.But look how that turned out. This time there will be no aftermath, no regrets, no recriminations. Sod what people think. Sod everyone: poxy bosses; poxy husband; poxy life; poxy — no, not them. They're good kids. They don't deserve a mother like.