Girl Fever Read Free

Watching the whole scene play out as she took a few more strokes, saying, “Please, baby, please.”
    And Joyce came. Bowing her head to her lover’s back, her lips pressed to damp skin.
    She laughed, a long, low laugh. “There’s still time left in our hour.”
    â€œSo there is. You hungry?” Amy asked, meaning lunch.
    Joyce’s eyes came up again and stared her down. Amy shivered and blushed when Joyce said, “I am. Roll over on your back.”
    They really could do amazing things in an hour.

GOOD MORNING
    Emily Moreton
    Â 
    Â 
    Â 
    Â 
    Â 
    H ey, baby.”
    Rebecca rolled over onto her back, checking the alarm clock. “You’re late.” She heard Enid’s boots hit the hall floor, the rustle of her coat coming off. “Good night?”
    â€œYeah.” The bedroom door opened and Enid wandered through, pulling out the pins holding her bun in place. “Just long.”
    Rebecca sat up, letting the covers pool at her waist. When she reached out, Enid took her hand and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in for a kiss. “Too much coffee.”
    â€œProbably.” Enid’s hands were cool, not cold, when they brushed Rebecca’s bare arm. She must have been inside a while, even though she was still in her uniform.
“Stopped by Steph’s, she snuck us a free cup.”
    â€œPC Watts, illicit coffee, what’s next?” Rebecca ran her hands through Enid’s hair, her nails catching slightly.
    â€œYou gonna put me in handcuffs?” Enid snuggled in closer. “You’re warm.”
    â€œI’ve been in bed all night. In this nice warm flat, curled up under this duvet…”
    Enid groaned. “You think I wasn’t thinking about that while I was dealing with drunken fools at three in the morning?”
    â€œI wouldn’t like to speculate.” Rebecca wrapped her arms around Enid’s waist, tipping them both back onto the bed. Enid’s belt dug into her stomach, the buckle cold against her skin where her T-shirt had ridden up a little, but that was easy to ignore as Enid kissed her again. “Tell me,” Rebecca said against Enid’s mouth.
    Enid shook her head. “Can’t. You’ll be late.”
    â€œI’m in charge, I can be late.”
    â€œTell that to Mrs. Betts when she’s on the phone at nine thirty wanting to know about, I don’t know, whether she gets a mint on her pillow during her Highlands coach tour.”
    â€œShe doesn’t.” Rebecca started on the buttons of Enid’s shirt. “Lavender soap though, new every morning.”
    â€œStop talking. Or stop undressing me, pick one.”
    Rebecca ran her hand over the curve of Enid’s breast, dipping inside her bra to stroke her nipple. “I like undressing you. But you did ask about Mrs. Betts.”

    Enid caught Rebecca’s upper arms, tucked one leg behind her knees and rolled them so Rebecca was on top. “I thought about you like I am now,” she said firmly. “On your back in this bed.”
    Rebecca unfastened the last button, pushing Enid’s shirt open, then off when Enid lifted her upper body slightly. “Tell me more,” she said against Enid’s collarbone.
    â€œI thought about you just like this, in your flannel pants and your old T-shirt. With your hair a mess and pillow marks on your cheek.”
    â€œSexy,” Rebecca said dryly. Enid’s cotton bra tasted faintly of washing powder, but it was familiar, and anyway, she loved the way Enid’s breath hitched as she bit gently at Enid’s nipple through the material.
    Enid stroked her hands down Rebecca’s back, cupping her ass. “I like you like this. You’re my girl like this.”
    Rebecca would swear, if asked, that the reason she shivered just then was the feel of Enid’s hands on her ass, but the truth was, she loved the way Enid’s voice sounded when she