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confidence, she spread her legs wider, holding her breath when the fabric of her panties was finally pulled aside and a warm fingertip drew a line through her abundant wetness. “Me, too.”
    Erato seemed delighted. “Indeed.” She circled her fingers around Kate’s clit just long enough to establish a rhythm, then moved lower, causing Kate to whimper. “How long has it been since someone made you come?”
    Intelligent thought was impossible with Erato’s fingertip tracing around the edge of her opening. Kate threw an arm over her eyes, determined not to allow her hips to chase the teasing contact. She wanted nothing more than to impale herself on a long, slim finger or two, but pride dictated that she not appear quite so shameless.
    “Do you want me inside you?”
    She hoped her nod didn’t look too frantic. “Yes.”
    Without teasing or hesitating, Erato pushed a single digit into her body, watching her face. “Personally, I don’t think it’s healthy for a writer of erotica to go so long without sex.” She withdrew slowly, then penetrated her again with two fingers. “No wonder you’re blocked.”
    “Well, it’s—” She moaned when Erato angled her fingers and hit a spot that made her body sing. “It’s not like I’ve gone that long without…” Exhaling, Kate focused on stringing together a sentence. “Without an orgasm.”
    Erato’s thumb brushed over her clit, causing her internal muscles to tighten. “You know your body well, then.”
    “I’m an expert.”
    “Good. You can teach me.” Erato’s hand worked effortlessly within her pajama pants, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from her hypersensitive body.
    Kate cried out, startled that she was quickly climbing toward orgasm. She’d never been with someone so intuitive. “I don’t think that’s necessary.” She nearly slammed her thighs shut on Erato’s hand, overwhelmed by the mounting pleasure. It was nearly painful, and she wasn’t ready to have it end.
    Erato giggled and stopped. “Why don’t you take off your clothes now?” She pulled away, leaving Kate torn between relief and painful anticipation. “As long as you’re feeling a little less shy.”
    Kate sat up and tore her tank top over her head, then wrenched off her pajama pants and panties, kicking them over the side of the bed. She paused only when she saw Erato staring at her newly bared skin. “What?”
    Erato raised her eyes with obvious effort. “You’re as lovely as your stories.”
    “Thank you.” Battling a fierce blush, she pressed Erato back onto the pillows. The genuine attraction in cerulean eyes emboldened her, and warm, supple flesh seared her own everywhere their bodies touched, driving her crazy. A surge of confidence allowed her to crawl on top of Erato, caging her with her body. “I’m definitely not feeling shy anymore.” She lowered her hips and rubbed her wetness against Erato’s belly.
    Erato grinned sunnily. “Good.”
    Despite the throbbing insistence between her legs, Kate’s own climax was no longer her foremost concern. When had she last gone down on a woman? Suddenly she was starving for a taste. “May I lick your pussy?”
    An instant change came over Erato’s face, eyelids lowering and becoming hooded, a pretty pink flush suffusing her cheeks. Her chest heaved. Clearly she liked the question. “I told you—whatever you want.”
    Kate lowered her face to Erato’s slowly, enjoying the way her breasts rose and fell with her increasingly labored breathing. She kissed the corner of Erato’s mouth, then her chin. “Yes, but consent is so sexy. Don’t you think?”
    Erato’s hand landed on her head, stroking her hair as she moved her kisses lower, over the column of her throat. “ Very sexy.”
    She licked a trail to the slope of one breast, then kissed a path to a rock-like nipple. Reaching for the unattended breast, she massaged lightly as she closed her lips around the turgid flesh. Erato moaned and arched her back, and