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just beneath Grace’s nipple, without fully touching it.

Grace groaned. “I have no idea what you mean. I was just getting dressed.”

“Sure.” Finally taking pity, Lauren opened the front closure of the strapless bra and pulled the material free from where it was trapped between their bodies. She caressed the incredibly soft skin of Grace’s areola, which pebbled beneath her touch, and then took one of the hard points between thumb and index finger and gently rolled it back and forth.

With a moan, Grace threw her head back against Lauren’s shoulder, exposing even more of her delectable neck to Lauren’s mouth.

Pushing several strands of blonde hair out of the way, Lauren leaned down and placed a string of open-mouthed kisses along Grace’s neck. She released her hip and trailed the other hand up Grace’s body to cup the neglected breast too.

“God.” Grace jerked against her, her firm ass pressing against Lauren’s crotch.

Heat coiled in Lauren’s belly. She clenched her thighs together and forced herself to focus on Grace. Alternately, she massaged her breasts and teased her nipples. She sucked on the skin of Grace’s neck, stopping just short of marking her since she knew the dress wouldn’t cover any hickeys.

“I thought you wanted to make this”—Grace gasped when Lauren lightly pinched one nipple—“quick.”

Lauren gave the soft skin one last soothing lick and then took her mouth off Grace’s neck. She skimmed one hand down Grace’s body and cupped her through the silk of her panties. The fabric was damp against her fingers. “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t think this will take long at all.”

A trembling breath rushed from Grace’s chest. “I don’t think so either.” She covered Lauren’s hand with her own and pressed her more firmly against herself.

“Oh, no.” Lauren pulled Grace’s hand away. “I’m the director, remember?”

“Yeah, but all the good ones give the actors some space to improvise.” Grace rubbed herself against Lauren, the contrast of her naked skin against Lauren’s fully dressed body a powerful turn-on.

Lauren playfully bit her shoulder, making Grace gasp. “Not this time. We have to get this right in just one take.”

“How about some action, then?”

“You mean something like this?” She took her hand away and smoothed it down Grace’s leg before trailing her fingertips up the inside of her thigh. Using only one finger, she dipped under the elastic band of her panties.

Grace groaned her approval and instantly widened her stance to give her access.

Tightly leashing her sense of urgency, Lauren directed her so they were both facing the mirrored closet door and marveled at the way they looked together, with her taller body framing Grace’s from behind. “Look,” she whispered into Grace’s ear. “Look at us.”

When Grace raised her head, their gazes met in the mirror.

Maintaining eye contact, Lauren trailed her index finger through the trimmed curls that were already damp with desire and felt Grace tremble against her. When she brushed the swollen sex, Grace let out a gasp and shifted her hips.

The movement made the pad of Lauren’s finger slide over Grace’s clit.

Both of them groaned.

Quickly, Lauren withdrew her hand.

“No! What are you—?”

Lauren shushed her by lightly pressing her finger—the one she’d just used to touch Grace—against her lips.

Grace flicked out her tongue and tasted herself on Lauren’s finger before sucking the digit into her mouth.

A shudder went through Lauren. Only when Grace finally released her finger did her brain start to work again. “As sexy as they are, your panties have to go.”

Grace immediately reached down to take them off, but again, Lauren stopped her.

“Let me.” She knelt behind Grace and slid the panties down, letting her hands trail over the smooth skin of her legs. On the way back up, she kissed a path along Grace’s thighs, hips, and spine. Each touch set her nerves tingling, and from Grace’s much-too-fast breathing, she knew it had the same effect on her. Lauren took in Grace’s now completely naked body in the mirror. A rosy flush dusted her face and neck.

For a moment, Lauren cupped Grace’s world-famous ass in both palms and massaged gently before sliding her hands around, trailing one up to caress her breast and the other down to stroke the sensitive area where Grace’s thigh met her torso. It thrilled her to watch the path of her hands in the mirror, to watch Grace’s eyes glaze over with passion—a view she knew she’d remember through the lonely nights while Grace was in London.

“Lauren. Please.” Grace reached back and clutched Lauren with both hands.

No more teasing. Lauren