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No. All that mattered was the soft thighs in their pale gold garters and the stockings that framed the shaved pouting pussy. The scrape of short nails against her naked ass as she pumped against her, riding the wetness like she was running a race to see who could come the fastest. Lylah’s nipples were wide and hard under her mouth. Her pussy was wet and welcoming. The gasping words of delight— Faster. Fuck me. Yes. Harder. Make me come —weren’t unique, but they were enough. Here, that was all that mattered. Dez didn’t try to make any more or less of it. She simply buried her senses in it until it was over.
    “Thanks.” Dez’s breath was harsh in her throat. She collapsed back against the bed, thighs trembling still.
    Lylah stood up and smiled, licking her fingers. “Any time.” She brushed those same fingers over her face and through her pressed dark curls like she was anointing herself with perfume. A quick motion of her body smoothed the wrinkles in her dress. “And thank you for saving me from boredom tonight.”
    Dez quickly pulled on her pants and jacket before straightening the rest of her clothes. “You’re more than welcome.”
    Lylah smiled then winked at her before she opened the doors to let in the sounds of the party that was still going strong. “See you around.” She didn’t look back. It was time to go. Dez straightened her jacket again and headed out to find her friends.
    She found them one by one, each trying to pick up a little something to take home for the night. She caught each woman’s eye, letting her know that she was done and still in the mood for any more interesting options the night might provide.

Chapter 5
     
    “G ive me the usual, Gina. To go.” Dez passed a twenty-dollar bill to the waitress and claimed an empty stool at the restaurant counter.
    Her friends had invited her to go along with them to Novlette’s Café in the morning for a late breakfast, just like old times, but exhaustion set in at the thought of it. Too much closeness too soon. She woke up feeling the same way.
    After a slow ride around South Beach and her first cigarette of the day, she felt like being around other people. With the wind pressing at her face and chest, she’d headed for what had quickly become her new favorite restaurant by the pier.
    The waitress palmed the money and counted out her change, all without looking up at Dez. Her head, bald except for an abstract black tattoo of a winged woman, winked under the light as she finally met Dez’s eyes and smiled. The two of them had been carrying on an intense flirtation for the past week, but after Dez got drunk and uncharacteristically spilled half her life story in Gina’s lap, they’d both backed off. Some mistakes were easy to see beforehand.
    “Your gorgeous brother is here.”
    “Is he?” She smiled at the puckish waitress, not particularly concerned with her brother at the moment.
    Gina nodded at a point beyond Dez’s shoulder. “He looks pissed off right now. Before you came in he was actually happy.”
    Since the waitress seemed intent on setting up a reunion, Dez turned around. Sure enough, there he was. Derrick sat on the restaurant patio looking vaguely annoyed, with his eyes shaded from the afternoon sun by dark glasses. Dez turned from her brother’s frown with a noncommittal noise.
    “Did he say anything to you?”
    Gina arched a pierced eyebrow. “And why would he do that?”
    “Sorry,” she grinned. “Had a brain fart.” Dez looked over her shoulder again. “Wrap it up and bring it outside for me, would you?”
    “For you, anything.” She winked and turned back to the cash register, dismissing her. Dez took it all in stride, giving Gina’s body the obligatory leer and smile before making her way out to the patio.
    “Slumming, Derrick?” she asked, straddling the empty chair at her brother’s elbow.
    Her more masculine incarnation spared her a brief glance from behind his custom Ray-Bans. Derrick Nichols