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Katie rose up, turned her body, and straddled Wil’s thigh, bracing her forearms on either side of Wil’s head on the back of the sofa. Wil’s free hand came around Katie’s back and up her shirt. It was so good to be this close to her. Absurd not to kiss her fat bottom lip with its crease, not to touch her tongue to the depression above her mouth, but Katie loved the constraint. It meant they had to work around it. It meant they had to think, get interesting, get vulnerable, which was something actors liked to talk about and Katie prided herself on knowing how to do, even though it was obvious now that she’d never been vulnerable quite like this before.
She’d never felt so determined and so uncertain. Not imagining what it might feel like to do this, not trying to put herself in the role of someone who felt this way, butactuallyher, settling herself down over Wil Greene’s thigh with her hands shaking, caught between desperate desire and reckless laughter.
She let herself push hard against Wil’s thigh, one explicit movement, looking into her eyes. “Like that.”
Wil sucked in a breath. “I love that.” She slid her hand up Katie’sback and pressed, so Katie relaxed and put her head against Wil’s shoulder, looking at Wil’s hand in her jeans, working.
At first, it was so slow and so quiet. Katie felt herself almost floating, tethered by Wil’s arm around her and her hot thigh, theaudacityof bringing herself off like this where Wil could see, in this way she’d done forever, but never for or with anyone else.
It was that precise, peculiar strangeness, though, that suddenly tightened everything, made her rub against Wil harder, and was making her wet. Wil’s wrist and forearm, working herself, the noises she was making and how she was moving her body were the next thing that made it all bigger, hotter, overwhelming, close.
“Oh my God, Katie,” Wil panted. “Fuck me, just like that.”
That worked, too. It really, really worked for Katie. “Wil.” She had to close her eyes because she was winding up to that place, much more intense than she’d ever felt. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it to her collarbones, and Wil’s hand moved restlessly over her exposed skin.
Almost there, she put her hand on Wil’s where it was under her panties, and Wil made a noise, and her other leg moved up, her foot on the sofa, lifting up her hips, she was coming. That’s what did it for Katie. She fell apart, moving hard, Wil’s arm under her ass feeling her move. She came, panting against Wil’s shoulder.
Both of their bodies relaxed at once, melting into each other. Wil adjusted to hold her fully on her lap. Katie licked Wil’s neck softly, kissed it, and Wil shuddered.
“God,” Katie said. “Oh my God.”
“Was that good for you?” Wil was looking so carefully at Katie with her serious blue eyes, it made Katie’s heart hitch. “You’re good?”
Physically, she felt amazing, her body humming all over, her heart beating fast. Happy. Easy. It had been so easy to do this thing that she’d wanted, and for Wil to guess how to do it in a way thatmatched what Katie had told her she wanted it to feel like, and that was perfect.
It was so perfect that Katie knew it was going to take her a while to sort out how it made herfeel. There was some anger that it had never happened before, that she’d never had this with another person when it was obviously the easiest, best, most fun thing.
“I have so many thoughts,” Katie said, barely to Wil. Mostly to herself. “Also, feelings. Yes. Yes, that was good for me.”
She should have had it.
She should have known it was something she could have.
The only question now was how long shecouldhave this.
Have Wil.
Chapter Nine
Wil curled up in the leather and oak rocker that still smelled a little like her dad’s cologne.
Beanie was across from her on the leather sofa, a Tiffany lamp making her white and gold messy bun look a bit magic, digging into a plate of cabbage rolls and mashed potatoes.
“I wish you could’ve come to dinner,” Wil said. “It was nice.”
Beanie smiled. “Me, too. Danielle got herself into a fucking mess.”
Wil’s mom had worked until after ten, helping a firm and its lead on a class-action suit pull together all of its discovery for a deposition the next morning. She’d been called in the early morning as a stringer after the firm’s own three paralegals had been found to have botched the preparation. “I hope your bill leaves them gasping for air.”
Beanie pointed her fork at Wil. “I put my invoice on the conference table before I left and told them when they opened it, their eyebrows were going to catch on fire.”
“Nice.”
“You”—Beanie smiled—“went to Mike’s club meeting at Kettle’s.”
“Is there anything I can do in this town that you don’t know about?” Wil crossed her arms over her middle. ShehopedBeanie didn’t really know everything, couldn’t see everything, but it was very possible she could. Wil attempted to muffle the evening with Katie in the back of her mind in case Beanie could roust out what she and Katie had gotten themselves into.
“Fuck, no. As soon as I realized I couldn’t mother you in the ordinary way, I resorted to espionage and bribes.” Beanie reached over to pick up her glass of white wine. “You might as well tell me what happened. I’ll get it all out of Mike eventually.”