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Cat laughed, but couldn?t disagree, given how her body felt this very moment just looking at the picture before her.

Just then, the door opened and Cory emerged, followed by the stars of the show, dressed in their street clothes. Dylan?s hair was still swept back off her face, and Cat gave a little internal cheer. She had plans, big ones, and this image of her lover fit into them perfectly.

“Was it as bad as you thought it was gonna be?” Dylan asked, coming to stand beside her and slipping a companionable arm around her shoulder.

“You can invite me to one of these shindigs any time you want to, my dear.”

Dylan grinned. “I had a feeling you might see it my way.” She looked up, then released Cat to give Marcelle and Marquis a hug. “Good luck the rest of the season, Marquis.”

“You too, D. And listen, Marcelle and I are gonna be having a dinner party in about a month or so. Just some of the old gang, you know, kick back, shoot the shit. You and Cat are invited, alright?”

“Please say you?ll come,” Marcelle interjected sincerely. “We miss you!”

“Wouldn?t miss it,” Dylan replied after exchanging glances with Cat.

“Great!” Marquis replied, turning to Cat. “Good to meet you, li?l Cat. Keep cool, alright?”

“I?ll do my best. Good luck on your season.”

“Thanks!” Miming a fake jumper from the top of the key, he gathered his grinning wife and, like that, they were gone.

“Shall we?” Dylan asked.

“After you.”

Once they were situated in the car, Dylan checked her watch. “Well, we?ve got about an hour or so to kill. Wanna get to the arena early and warm up a little?”

“Only if we stop by your office first,” Cat replied, glancing down at the photo she still held in her hand.

“My office?”

“Oh yeah.”

“But wh—?”

She was stopped by a finger to her lips.

“Believe me, Dylan. Either we get to your office in, oh, the next five minutes or so, or I?m not gonna be responsible for what the police might see when they tour this parking lot.”

The light finally dawned, causing Dylan to grin. “My office it is.”

“Hurry.”

“Sweet?.Jesus!” Cat gasped out before collapsing atop her lover?s long, sweat-slicked form. Her heart was thundering in her chest, and her muscles, those few that were still working, seemed to have a mind of their own.

Gentle hands trailed through her hair and down her back, calming her as she shuddered with the last vestiges of her explosive climax. “It?s ok,” Dylan whispered. “It?s alright, sweetheart, just breathe. You?re okay.”

Calming at last, Cat tipped her head up and pressed her lips against Dylan?s neck, just beneath her jaw, tasting the salty flesh with a hum of pleasure. “I love you,” she murmured.

“Mm. I love you too, sweetheart. Oh, that feels nice.”

“I know.” Moving over just slightly, she stroked a hand down the muscled flesh beneath her, stopping briefly to trace the tip of one finger around Dylan?s bellybutton, causing a muffled snort from her companion.

“Ticklish?” Cat teased as her finger began another circle.

“Be good.” The tall woman growled playfully, catching her lover?s hand up in her own.

“Oh, I plan on being very good, my love.” Pulling her hand away, she trailed her fingers further down, soon encountering a scorching, velvet heat. Stroking through it, her fingers weaved nonsensical patterns over Dylan?s swollen flesh. She smiled as she felt Dylan?s hips begin to move against her, their flesh sliding together in a sensual dance that quickened her breathing once again.

Cat felt long, strong fingers tangle in her hair and opened her eyes to see blazing indigo staring down at her. The hunger in Dylan?s eyes took her breath away, and the incendiary kiss that followed robbed her lungs completely. Cat swallowed her lover?s low moan as her fingers continued to circle and stroke, gliding easily in the slick wetness that was all but pouring over her hand.

Dylan finally broke the kiss, turning her head away as her lips parted and groaning pants filled the room with their sensual music. “Cat?.”

“Yes, love?.”

“Cat?.I?.God!” Dylan?s head moved back and forth on the couch?s arm, the wet tendrils of her hair sliding across the leather like a snake. Her entire body undulated under Cat?s knowledgeable caresses. One long leg slid off the couch, opening her fully to her lover.

“What is it?” Cat purred. “What can I do?” She moved her fingers more firmly in a slow, swirling pattern that she knew Dylan loved.

“I?God!?I?.”

“Tell me, lover.”

“Fuck me. God?just?fuck me.”

With a low laugh, Cat did as she was bid, sliding her fingers deep within and twisting them as she withdrew.

Dylan?s cry of relief was nearly a sob as her whole body sprung into motion, hips pistoning against Cat?s steady, twisting thrusts. “So deep,” she moaned. “God, you?re so deep.”

“Let it come,” Cat whispered. “Feel me, and let it come.” Increasing the force of her thrusts, she lowered her head, blindly seeking out a rock hard nipple and sucking it into her mouth. With one final thrust, she bit down, and held on as Dylan released beneath her, crying out her name over and over and over again until finally, she sunk back into the softness of leather, completely spent.

Slowly withdrawing, Cat gently cupped Dylan?s mound and released the nipple from her mouth, laying upon it a tender kiss before resting her head on her lover?s still heaving chest. “I love you, you know.”

That earned her a full body hug from muscles that were still trembling. With a sweet smile, she burrowed in, needing nothing more than to listen to Dylan?s heart as it slowly, valiantly calmed.

Cat woke up from a short doze, blinked, and lifted her head, chuckling lightly.

“What?” Dylan asked, her own voice muzzy.

“I can?t believe we just made love on your office couch. In the middle of the day. When anyone could have walked right in and had themselves an eyeful.”

“Nah,” Dylan replied, stretching her long body taut, then collapsing back against the damp leather. “Made sure the door was locked.” One blue eye popped open. “I think.”

Cat?s head jerked up, eyes wide. “Dylan!?!”

Dylan laughed and gathered her lover close. “Just kidding. I gave the office staff the rest of the day off, remember?”

“Hardly,” Cat snorted. “My mind wasn?t exactly on conversation at the time.”

“Mm. You?re right.” The husky purr threatened spark the bonfire once again, and she groaned.

“You realize that the coach has made it quite impossible for her point guard to practice today, don?t you?”

“Practice started an hour ago,” Dylan replied, then tightened her hold on her lover to prevent Cat from bolting. “Relax, sweetheart. I already called us in sick.”

“Sick?! You called us in sick!?”

Dylan lifted her head and peered down at her companion, one eyebrow raised. “Would you rather I told them the truth?”

“I suppose you?re right.”

“?Course I am.” Long arms tightened around Cat as she shivered. “Cold?”

“As hard as it is for me to believe, seeing as I?m lying on top of a thermonuclear furnace, yeah. A little.”

“Guess we should get up and put on some clothes, then.”

“Don?t wanna.”

Dylan chuckled. “Well, I know of another way we could warm up.”

“Don?t start. It?ll be hard enough for me to walk out of here under my own power as it is. We keep this up, and you?ll be calling me out ?sick? for the rest of the week!”

“And that would be a bad thing?why?” Lowering her head, Dylan captured her lover?s tender lips, tracing them with the very tip of her fluttering tongue before delving inside and tasting her sweetness.