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  “You like eating pussy, don’t you, princess?”

  “Mm-hmm.” Her lips smacked as she sucked Lindsey’s clit. Ella bent her neck so she could slide her tongue inside her lover’s opening. She flicked the tip inside and then drew it out to take as much as she could of the tantalizing sex in her mouth. Her tongue swept over the juicy flesh and then back inside the channel.

  Laying her legs open as widely as possible, Lindsey anchored Ella’s head in place.

  Latching hard on to the ripe clit, Ella plunged her index finger into Lindsey’s cunt to fuck her while she ate her. Lindsey’s muscles jerked but Ella refused to let up.

  “I’m gonna come again,” Lindsey managed breathlessly as she rolled her hips against Ella’s mouth and finger. Lindsey’s thighs shook. Her whole body trembled and once more, Ella felt the telltale spasms deep inside her lover’s pussy. She didn’t stop until Lindsey fell back limp against the sheets.

  Lindsey stroked Ella’s hair as Ella pressed a kiss to her lover’s inner thigh. “Damn, princess. You sure you’ve never done that before?”

  “First time,” Ella said, pleased she’d made Lindsey come twice.

  “What’d you think? I mean, how does it compare?” Lindsey asked, coaxing Ella to lie beside her.

  Ella moved into Lindsey’s arms, amazed at how right she felt at this moment. “There’s not any comparison,” Ella admitted.

  Lindsey hugged her close and kissed her on the forehead. They lay entwined for several minutes before Lindsey dragged in a deep breath. “As much as I’d enjoy snuggling like this with you all night, I’d hate for your competition to find out you were making the walk of shame from another woman’s room.”

  Ella giggled softly. Lindsey was right and Ella hated to admit it. Some of these girls could be catty and a scandal would most certainly get her evicted from the pageant.

  She sat up and the sight of Lindsey’s androgynous sexuality made Ella long to risk anything to remain here.

  Cupping Ella’s cheek, Lindsey brushed a thumb across her bottom lip. “I’d really like to do this again before we wrap production.”

  Ella’s heart soared. “Me too.” She bent and kissed Lindsey’s mouth, lingering there to savor their connection before she got up and began to dress.

  She glanced at Lindsey and gave her an impish smile as she collected the scattered clothes she’d so hastily discarded earlier. Ella pulled on her panties and the look Lindsey gave her caused renewed desire to throb in her clit.

  Shaking, Ella put on her jeans and then donned her bra and shirt. She’d thought she could hook up with Lindsey, get dressed and then walk away—but already her mind turned over future encounters with the sexy producer.

  “I…I’ll see you tomorrow,” Ella said.

  Lindsey gave her a single nod. “Looking forward to it.” Her smile caused Ella’s stomach to somersault.

  “Good night,” Ella said before she quietly left.

  * * * * *

  Lindsey looked at the clock. It was nearly five in the morning and she hadn’t slept a wink. Her sheets still smelled like Ella’s perfume.

  Clapping a hand on her forehead, Lindsey sighed. What was she thinking? She wasn’t in the business of seducing virgins.

  Virgins were dangerous territory. They tended to want to come back for more. She briefly entertained the erotic memory of the beautiful blonde head between her thighs. “Fuck me,” Lindsey muttered and raked her fingers through her short hair. How the hell was she ever going to be able to film her for the next three days?

  Hoping to find a message from Ella, Lindsey reached for her cell. No messages. She stuck out her bottom lip. It’d been a long time since she’d been disappointed at not receiving a next-day text or call. Then again, they had laid out some ground rules. Sort of.

  She lay there until six and then rolled out of bed and showered. Her no-fuss, no-frills morning routine had her downstairs searching for coffee in less than twenty minutes.

  Maurice was already in the breakfast area, paper plate piled high with powdery-looking eggs and some sort of greasy tube-shaped meat.

  “Morning,” Lindsey greeted with a tilt of her head as she made a beeline for the coffee. After pouring a Styrofoam cup full, she snagged a banana from a fruit tray and joined Maurice who’d already devoured half his breakfast. “Dude? Did you inhale that?”

  He chuckled. “Where’d you get off to last night?”

  I followed one of the contestants to a lesbian bar and then brought her back to my room and fucked the shit out of her. Lindsey shrugged. “Just taking in the local scene.”

  Dressed to perfection in a powder-blue suit that showed off her legs, Ella appeared in the entryway of the breakfast area. Lindsey’s stomach clenched. So did her channel. Damn. I ate her pussy last night.

  Ella had swept her blonde locks up into a neat bun that made her face look dewy and fresh in spite of the fact she’d been up late.

  Lindsey couldn’t stop staring.

  “What the hell?” Maurice teased. “See something you like?”

  Lindsey didn’t want to be obvious nor did she want to give Ella the cold shoulder.

  Ella glanced her way and heat swept up Lindsey’s spine. Feeling like a kid in the throes of a first crush, Lindsey gave her lover a little smile and then she turned to Maurice. “I didn’t want to be rude.”

  He dragged his napkin across his scruffy face. “I ain’t judgin’.”

  “How about you? How’d you make out last night? When I left the bar, you were surrounded by no less than eight of these gals.”

  He snickered. “I feel so used,” he declared dramatically. “They only want me for my big…camera.”

  Lindsey’s pulse rioted when Ella sat at their table.

  “Good morning,” she said, suppressing a yawn. “Something kept me up all night. I hope you both slept well.”

  Nearly choking on her coffee, Lindsey nodded. “Like a rock.” She shot Ella a wicked glance.

  Maurice popped the last of his sausage links into his mouth. “Are we filming in the big meeting room today?”

  “Yep. We’ll be doing the judge’s interview portion of the pageant today,” Lindsey said, trying to keep it between the ditches. Proximity to Ella made her feel as if she’d stepped into a steam sauna.

  “See y’all,” Maurice said before he gathered his trash and left.

  Ella grinned. “I really did enjoy last night.”

  “Me too,” Lindsey said.

  Ella peeled the top off a cup of yogurt. “I know we kind of left things open, but I’d really like to spend time with you while we’re…while we’re here. If that’s okay with you.”

  “Better than okay,” Lindsey blurted, thrilled about the opportunity of getting naked with this sexy woman again.

  “Mornin’ y’all,” Marquita said as she sat her tray laden high with syrupy, buttery waffles on the table.

  Ella’s eyes widened at the stack of carbs and sugar. “Oh my God! How do you stay so fit and eat all that?”

  “High metabolism,” Marquita said with a grin. “Plus I did an hour on the treadmill this morning.” She dove into the waffles. “Did you hear about that business with Ashley Lowrey?”

  One of Ella’s fair eyebrows arched. “No. What?”

  Marquita’s smile faded. “She got DQed.”

  “Disqualified?” Ella asked in shock. “Why?”

  “Somebody sent the judges a link to a picture of her handstanding with a beer bong that somebody’d tagged her in on Facebook.”

  “You’re kidding?”

  Marquita pursed her lips and shook her head.

  “Damn, you girls are cutthroat,” Lindsey said.

  “Oh, you have no idea,” Marquita said. “A lot of these girls’ll do anything to get a leg up on the competition.”

  Lindsey leaned back in her chair and sipped her coffee. She scanned the room for the other woman who’d agreed to be filmed. “Where’s Chelsea?”

  “Speaking of catty?” Ella
joked as she shrugged.

  Marquita raised an eyebrow. “She probably won’t be sitting with us.”

  “I take it she’s the type who’d do whatever it took to win?” Lindsey asked.

  Marquita nodded solemnly. “I probably shouldn’t say anything but in this day and time people like her need to get over their prejudices.”

  “Seriously,” Lindsey added. “Jeez. How do you deal with people like that?”

  Marquita halted the waffles in mid-journey to her mouth. “Not me, honey. You.”

  Lindsey’s lips parted. She snorted. She’d always worn her sexuality like a badge. It didn’t define her but it was part of her. The way she dressed, wore her hair and talked was just her personality. She never would have been able to hide it and because of that she’d garnered her share of crass comments and disapproving looks. Because of her openness, she’d never really suffered the mean-spirited speculation Reagan had though.

  But when Ella’s lashes lowered and she averted her gaze, Lindsey wanted to smack Chelsea.

  “It’s people like her that make it hard for closet lesbians to come out,” Lindsey said. “It’s too bad she feels that way.”

  She reached in her back pocket and pulled out the schedule, unfolded it and read over it. “Looks like you three will be up first in the interviews because we’re filming.” She grinned at Marquita. “You better gobble up them waffles, girl.”

  Marquita shoved a giant forkful into her mouth. “I’m eatin’ as fast as I can,” she mumbled. “Y’all go ahead. I’ll catch up.”

  Lindsey stood. “I’m gonna get another cup of this rotgut before we go.” She collected her banana peel and flung it in a trash can on her way to the coffee counter.

  Ella dashed her refuse in the can and put her cup down next to Lindsey’s.

  Lindsey angled the pot over Ella’s cup. “Buy ya a cup of coffee?”

  “Please and thank you,” Ella said with a sexy smile.

  Lindsey filled them both and they left together on the way to the ballroom.

  “So…I take it none of these folks know about you,” Lindsey said softly.

  Ella shook her head. “I’m not proud of hiding it. But…I’m just not ready to take that step. I guess you think I’m a coward, eh?”

  “No,” Lindsey said quickly. “I just didn’t want to accidentally out you.”

  “Thanks,” Ella whispered as she pushed open the door to the ballroom.

  Maurice had already set up the lights and put the camera on the tripod. A panel of judges sat behind a table, drinking coffee and picking at pastries.

  Chelsea sat in a chair near the judges’ table, her feet crossed at the ankles, her light-brown hair perfectly coiffed and spilling over the shoulders of her pale-green suit. A diamond cross gleamed against the ivory skin just below the center of her collarbone. An American flag pin adorned her lapel.

  Ella didn’t appear to be intimidated by her competition. She turned it on at once. Her posture straightened. Her smile bloomed. Replacing the girl in the tank top and jeans who’d danced so unabashedly the night before in a lesbian bar was the poised and polished beauty queen.

  Lindsey untangled the wires for the clip-on mics as Ella walked forward and greeted the judges.

  Marquita burst in with an affable smile. She strode purposefully to the judges’ table and pumped their hands in greeting. Lindsey had instantly liked Marquita’s sincerity and could see why she was a contender for the title.

  “Shall we get started?” one of the female judges asked as she poured her glass full of water. “Is the camera crew ready?”

  Brandishing a mic, Lindsey stepped forward. “Who’s first?”

  “Chelsea?” the judge asked. “Would you like to start?”

  “Yes ma’am.” Chelsea stood and turned to Lindsey.

  Lindsey avoided meeting the contestant’s eyes as she clipped the mic on her.

  “That’s going to leave a wrinkle,” Chelsea complained, picking at the mic clip.

  “Feel free to move it,” Lindsey told her as she tugged the hem of Chelsea’s jacket back down over the transmitter.

  Lindsey stepped behind the camera and looked through the eyepiece. “Say a few words and let me get a read on the sound.”

  “Testing, testing,” Chelsea said and flashed a smile at the judges. “My childhood dream was to be the next Barbara Walters.”

  Lindsey resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She flicked her gaze at Maurice. “How’s the sound?”

  He gave a nod and then carried the boom over to the judges’ table.

  Marquita and Ella took seats as Chelsea began her interview.

  The questions and answers were all predictable. Boring. Chelsea’s answers revealed very little about her personality.

  Marquita was interviewed next. She cut up with the judges, laughed, joked and had them all smiling by the time the question-and-answer session ended.

  Lindsey’s hands trembled as she clipped the mic on Ella to prepare her for shooting. All Lindsey could think about was getting the gorgeous blonde naked again. Heat radiated through her silk blouse. That intoxicating perfume made Lindsey want to nuzzle the curve of Ella’s slender neck.

  Their gazes connected and held as Lindsey clipped the mic in front, purposefully letting the backs of her knuckles brush against the curve of Ella’s breast.

  Ella’s cheeks pinked. When she wet her glossy lips with the tip of her tongue, Lindsey’s clit pulsed. Those oh so feminine lips had been on her pussy last night. And would be again tonight. Her stomach tightened in anticipation.

  “There. All set,” Lindsey said as she adjusted Ella’s lapels to perfection.

  The corners of Ella’s lips twitched as she tried not to grin.

  Lindsey was so focused on their recent encounter she didn’t hear the first few questions. But when Ella cleared her throat, Lindsey saw the discomfort in her lover’s eyes.

  “Would you mind repeating the question?” Ella asked.

  One of the male judges leaned forward. “In 1996, Congress passed the Defense of Marriage Act which states that the word ‘marriage’ constitutes a union between a man and woman. Yet, the current administration has refused to defend the law. Should the president be required to uphold the law that’s in place or should the office be allowed to disregard laws with which the president’s administration disagrees?”

  Ella uncrossed and recrossed her legs. She twisted her ring.

  Lindsey held her breath. Answer the question, baby. Tell ’em what they want to hear.

  “Sections of the act have been found unconstitutional by no less than eight federal courts. But as long as it’s the law, as such, it should be upheld by the executive branch,” Ella said.

  Disappointment snaked through Lindsey, though she couldn’t put her finger on why, especially when she’d just been rooting for Ella to tell them whatever it took to win. Lindsey reminded herself that this was all show. Ella believed differently. Lindsey knew it for a fact. And yet, Ella’s answer, which blatantly skirted an issue important to them both, left Lindsey with a bad taste in her mouth.

  Not that it mattered because Lindsey had no intention of forming any sort of long-term relationship—in spite of how fantastic the pussy happened to be. But she just couldn’t even imagine a relationship with a woman who couldn’t be open—who couldn’t be honest.

  Her heart tightened as if icy fingers had raked across it.

  As soon as the interview ended, Lindsey switched off the camera.

  * * * * *

  “Yes! Oh, Lindsey!” Ella’s head lifted off the bed as her muscles tensed with the intensity of her orgasm. Holding her breath, she gritted her teeth, trying to keep from crying out again. Her feet rose off the bed and she mewled as spasm after body-shattering spasm racked her from the inside out.

  After the last tendril of ecstasy threaded through her, Ella fell boneless on the sheets. Lindsey kissed her thighs, her belly. Lips swept over her like wet silk, inundating her with sensation that thr
eatened to make her feel too much. A warm mouth closed over one nipple and then the other, bestowing sweet, plucking kisses that lacked the urgency of their earlier foreplay.

  That same mouth found her lips and plied them until what had been raw, unadulterated lust transformed into this tender exploration—this shared experience.

  Ella’s heart ached that she would have to leave this behind when the pageant was over. She buried her fingers in Lindsey’s short hair and held her close. Desire flared again and Ella wrapped her legs around her lover’s to rock her hips up. Simultaneously they reached between their bodies, each searching the other’s sex-slick folds. Their eyes locked and held as they fingered each other with slow intent.

  Once more, lust blossomed and Ella fought the urge to close her eyes. She wanted to watch as much as she wanted to feel.

  Lindsey expertly held herself aloft enough to give and receive. Their nipples brushed. Their bellies swept together and then apart as they both rolled their hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

  The finger prodding Ella’s pussy stilled. Lindsey’s teeth sank into her bottom lip. Her eyes closed and her body tensed. When her muscles began to tremble, Ella continued fingering her lover. Deep. Slow. Raking her fingertip against the fleshy pad just inside Lindsey’s cunt.

  Wet inner tissue closed around Ella’s finger, gripping it in hard, rapid succession as Lindsey came. And when the little spams subsided her eyes opened. She gazed for a second and then her mouth descended on Ella’s, claiming her lips as the finger claimed her pussy. A thumb swirled over her clit as the finger continued its thorough exploration.

  Bliss swelled and devastated her. Hard. All-consuming. Pinpricks of lights flashed behind her closed eyelids. She mewled into Lindsey’s mouth and clung, digging her nails into Lindsey’s muscled biceps.

  And when they were both sated Ella rolled onto her side and fell asleep with Lindsey spooned against her back.

  Sometime later that night Ella awakened to the sweet burn of her nipple being kneaded. Lips nuzzled her neck.

  “I can’t sleep. I want you so bad,” Lindsey murmured.

  Ella started to turn, but Lindsey stopped her. “No. Stay like this.”

  Lindsey’s hand feathered downward until her fingertips found Ella’s clit and rubbed. A warm mouth gently sucked at the sensitive curve of Ella’s neck. She breathed in, feeling the oxygen flow throughout her body, awakening those places Lindsey touched even more.