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“Explain what to me? I was just getting started.”
“I know, but, um—” She looked into Sienna’s eyes. “It’s not about a climax for me tonight.”
“Are you sure?” Sienna tilted her head as if to say, ‘I’m up to any challenge if you’ll let me.’
“I’m sure.” Justine held out her arms.
Sienna crawled up toward her. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice soft with concern.
“I’m fine, but I’m fifty-four. Sometimes… I just know it’s not going to happen and that’s absolutely fine. I love being here with you. It’s more than enough for me.”
“Maybe you have a toy we can use? A little something to grease the wheels, so to speak.”
Justine chuckled. “Hey, this is not about you. You know that, right?” It certainly wasn’t about how gorgeous and attractive Sienna was.
“My ego’s not that fragile.” Sienna shot her the sort of smile that couldn’t be argued with. “But I’m here for you whenever you’re ready.”
“That’s sweet, but I think I’ll be just fine.”
“Oh.” Sienna knotted her thick eyebrows together. “This isn’t your suddenly indirect way of asking me to leave, is it?”
Justine shook her head. “I would love for you to stay. Please, spend the night with me.”
“So we can cuddle.” A gentle smile spread on Sienna’s lips.
“Why not?”
“There’s nothing wrong with some good old cuddling.” Sienna nestled herself in Justine’s embrace.
Justine hadn’t been lying when she’d said this was more than enough for her. She’d fucked up many a romantic relationship in her life, but she’d always have room for a warm body in her bed—and a beautiful woman in her arms.
Chapter7
“Hey,” a voice whispered in Sienna’s ear. “Hey, gorgeous. Time to wake up.”
Justine was standing next to the bed, fully dressed and her hair wet from the shower. She crouched so she was at eye level with Sienna.
“I’m sorry, but I have somewhere to be. I let you sleep as long as possible.”
“What time is it?” Sienna groaned.
“Just after eight.”
Sienna stretched her arms above her head and scrunched her eyes shut. When she opened them, Justine was unmistakably ogling her half-naked body.
“If you get up now, I’ll make you breakfast. If you want to sleep more, you can. I’ll leave you a key to lock up with. You can bring it to Rochelle’s this afternoon.”
“I’ll have breakfast with you.” Sienna was famished. “Just give me a minute.”
“Sure. I’ll see you downstairs.” Justine brought her hand to Sienna’s forehead and gently brushed the skin above her eyebrows. She looked quite perky for a woman her age having had only a short night of sleep—or was it ageist to think like that? Justine briefly looked into Sienna’s eyes, then pushed herself up and disappeared from the room.
So much for waking up gently and, perhaps, giving Justine the orgasm Sienna hadn’t been able to give her last night. Although Justine struck her as a woman who always had places to be and people to see with not a lot of time for idle lingering—and slow morning sex—in her life.
Sienna took a deep breath and threw the covers off.
Justine’s coffee was nothing like the superior stuff the state-of-the-art machine at her apartment produced, but Sienna downed it nonetheless. Maybe Justine was one of those super women who thrived on only four hours of sleep per night, but Sienna needed at least seven hours, eight if she could.
Last night, they had bantered for a while longer, talking of nothing very significant, while Sienna lay in Justine’s arms and then, somehow, Justine had ended up making Sienna come again—with her fingers this time—and when Sienna had checked her watch when they finally said goodnight, it had been almost three in the morning. She was exhausted and it probably showed on her face, but she tried to put on a smile for the short time she had with Justine. She would need to take a nap before Alexis’s car service picked her up after lunch to spend more time with Rochelle—the person Sienna should be devoting most of her time to.
