Page 65 of The Upgrade

I drive in harder, working her clit with the pad of my thumb. Sybil joins in, squeezing Eve’s breasts as I pick up the tempo. She strokes back a damp shock of hair from Eve’s eyes, her delicate fingers toying with Eve’s nipples as she tells her she’s beautiful, sexy,perfect.

She fucking is.

Eve and I still haven’t broken eye contact. Barely to blink and not even when something inside her squeezes so tight I groan.

“Eve.Eve.” I’m chanting her name like a mantra. Like a song I suddenly know by heart, even though I’ve never heard it before.

Where is this coming from?

“Oh, God.Kit!”

I know all her signs. The quake in her thighs. The sudden sharp arch in her back. The soft little intake of breath just before she cries out.

“Yes!” Squeezing her eyes shut, Eve tumbles over the edge. Her hands clutch the bedspread as my thumb rolls her clit and I fuck her as hard as I can.

“Christ.” I let out a roar, not caring who hears me. Not caring if Sybil or anyone else sees that what’s happening goes so far beyond just a job.

The orgasm grabs me in hot, hungry claws and pulls me into the chasm. I’m coming so hard I see spots, but still, I keep pumping. Keep wringing every last ounce of pleasure I can get from this moment.

From Eve.

When it’s over, I pull out of her slowly. Get rid of the condom, and crawl up her body, kissing each inch as I go. I’m whispering things that don’t even make sense until my mouth finds hers and we kiss.

And kiss.

And kiss.

It goes on forever, this connection I can’t quite explain. I’m not sure who draws back first. Maybe it’s me as Sybil slips off the bed.

“I’ll give you guys a minute.” Her knowing smile should probably serve as a warning. “That was something.”

Something, all right.

Something amazing.

Something magical.

Something so out-of-this-world fantastic that I can’t stop kissing Eve’s neck.

Something that scares me more than a little.

* * *

Another hour passes and Sybil,Eve, and I order a room service pizza. We don’t bother putting on clothes. We lounge on the sun-dappled patio, watching the ocean as we talk and joke and lick sauce from each other’s fingers.

There’s another hot session after that. More giggling and kissing and learning how each of us loves to be touched.

“I’ve blocked us both out for the rest of the evening,” Sybil tells me between rounds two and three. “Kora says hi.”

“Hi, Kora.” Eve laughs and pulls me back down on the bed.

Eventually, we wear ourselves out. Sybil texts Kora an update while Eve checks her phone. I half expect her to ask us to sleep over, but she darts a tense look at her laptop. “I hate to break up this party,” she says, “but there’s a small crisis to deal with at work.”

“No problem.” I bend down to kiss her as I fasten my pants. “Good luck with everything.”

“Thanks.” A meaningful look passes between us. “This was amazing.”

Stepping close so it’s just the two of us, I nuzzle her ear so I can murmur my question in secret. “Was it what you hoped for?”

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