Best Women's Erotica of the Year Volume 1
By: Rachel Kramer BusselIvy bent to pick it up and found a black mask in her hand.
She looked at it, then looked at Lennon, who was smiling smugly at her with his hands clasped behind his head.
“You tan easily, you know,” he said. “But your Star of David pendant blocks the sun. You have a six-pointed pale spot on your chest.”
“You knew it was me?”
“The whole time…”
“I didn’t mean to. Jack was there and he asked me what I wanted and I said you. What’s going to happen?” Ivy’s heart pounded outside her chest, the mask clutched in her hand, memories of his mouth on her breasts and his fingers on her clitoris setting her to blushing and flushing and burning inside and out.
Lennon stood up and walked over to her. As he passed the door, he closed it and locked it.
“What would you say to a four-day weekend?” he asked. Before she could answer he dipped his head and kissed her slow and deep and long, his tongue touching hers, his hands on her lower back and roaming lower, and his hips pushing into hers. She pulled back from the kiss and stared up at him. He knew. And she knew. And they’d done it anyway. And now they were going to do it again.
“I would say… Hell yes, boss. Best idea I’ve ever heard.”
