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  Ronnie pulled Whitney to her and kissed her again. As they kissed, Ronnie untucked Whitney’s shirt and ran her hands over the exposed skin. Whitney moaned into Ronnie’s mouth, fueling her desire. Ronnie moved her hands higher and deftly unhooked Whitney’s bra. She had to have more. She had to see her naked. She broke the kiss and backed up.

  Whitney took her shirt off and shrugged out of her bra. Ronnie bent and took a nipple in her mouth. She straightened and ran her hands over Whitney again.

  “You’re beautiful,” she whispered. “So perfect.”

  Whitney pulled her back in for another kiss. It caused Ronnie to melt. Her insides were flip-flopping and her toes curled. She needed to be naked with Whitney and soon. She unbuttoned Whitney’s slacks, but Whitney backed away again.

  “What?” Ronnie said.

  “We need to get your shirt off, too.”

  Whitney unbuttoned Ronnie’s shirt. It seemed to take forever. After she slid it off her shoulders, Ronnie lifted her undershirt over her head. She moved close to Whitney again and stood breast to breast. The feeling was electric. She kissed Whitney again, an intense, passionate kiss that had her boxers drenched.

  She unzipped Whitney’s slacks and admired the black lace thong that was left when they fell to the floor. That thong was all that was between Ronnie and paradise. She knelt down and peeled it off with her teeth. She inhaled the scent of Whitney. She was all woman. Ronnie’s mouth watered. She kissed up one inner thigh but felt Whitney’s hand on her arm, pulling her up.

  “What now?” Ronnie said.

  “You’re still dressed from the waist down. I want to see all of you.”

  Ronnie made short work of stripping out of her jeans and boxers.

  “Happy now?” She smiled.

  “Very,” Whitney purred.

  Whitney ran her hands all over Ronnie’s body. She brought them up to cup her breasts and tease her nipples. She ran them down to cup her ass and press their pelvises together.

  “Let’s lie down,” Ronnie said. “My legs are like jelly. I can barely stand.”

  “I know what you’re saying. Yeah. Let’s get in bed.”

  Whitney lay down, and Ronnie climbed on top of her. She held her close, bringing their breasts together again. She kissed her with fiery abandon and brought her thigh up between her legs. Whitney ground into her thigh, and Ronnie felt her wetness and felt her own clit swell. She had to have Whitney. She couldn’t wait any longer.

  Ronnie released her claim on Whitney’s lips and kissed down her neck to her shoulder. Whitney moaned her appreciation. She was arching her hips and gyrating by the time Ronnie kissed lower and took a nipple in her mouth. Whitney held her head in place as Ronnie sucked and flicked her tongue over it.

  Whitney pressed her hands into Ronnie’s shoulders, urging her downward. Ronnie kissed down her soft belly until she arrived where her legs met. She placed Whitney’s knees over her shoulders and bent to taste her. She ran her tongue over the length of her before delving in as deep as she could go. She lapped at all the juices flowing there before sliding her tongue over Whitney’s slick clit. She circled it several times.

  “Please,” Whitney said. “Please don’t tease me. I need to come. Please get me off.”

  Ronnie ran her tongue over her clit and Whitney arched up off the bed, froze for a minute, then collapsed.

  “Damn. I was so right about you,” she said while catching her breath.

  “What’s that?” Ronnie nuzzled her neck again.

  “You’re damned good in bed.”

  Ronnie laughed.

  “Why, thank you. And how long have you pondered that?”

  “Since our first photo shoot together.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yep. One look at your long, lanky frame in those tight black jeans and black shirt you always wear and I was curious. Then I saw your blue eyes and knew I had to have you.”

  “Well, you succeeded in your goal.”

  “Hm. But I haven’t had you yet. Lay back, sister, because the fun has just begun.”

  Ronnie lay on her back and opened her legs for Whitney. Whitney kissed her on her mouth, her neck, and the hollow just above her chest. She took first one and then the other nipple in her mouth. She sucked hard, almost to the point of pain. Rather than being turned off, Ronnie found it quite stimulating.

  As she suckled, Whitney slid her hand down Ronnie’s body.

  “Your body is so tight,” she said. “I love it.”

  She went back to sucking her nipples as she slipped her hand between Ronnie’s legs.

  “Hm. You’re so wet.”

  “Imagine that.”

  Whitney laughed, a low seductive sound that made Ronnie cream even harder. Whitney thrust her fingers inside Ronnie, who bucked off the bed and met each thrust.

  “More,” Ronnie said. “Give me more.”

  Whitney complied. Ronnie had never felt so full.

  “Oh, my God. You feel amazing,” Ronnie said.

  Whitney kept moving in and out, going deeper with each thrust. Ronnie arched her hips and gyrated, forcing Whitney deeper. Finally, when she didn’t think she could wait much longer, Whitney moved her fingers to her clit which was swollen with need. She rubbed it hard and fast, and Ronnie felt her whole body tense. She held out as long as she could, but finally the tension released as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her.

  She held tight to Whitney until her body quit convulsing.

  “That was something else,” Ronnie said.

  “Yeah. We’re pretty good together, aren’t we?”

  “That we are.”

  They lay in silence, and Ronnie finally mustered up the courage to do what she hated to do.

  “So, listen, Whitney. This has been fun.”

  “But?”

  “But I’ve got an early shoot in the morning.”

  “Of course you do.”

  “I do.”

  “I believe you. It was fun though. Maybe we can do this again?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I’m not asking for a commitment, Ronnie. I’m asking for a good romp in the hay.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Even though you said you’re ready to settle down. I’m not. So can I hope for a repeat?”

  “Yeah. I don’t see why we can’t do it again.”

  “Great. So I’ll see you at the studio, huh?”

  “Yep,” Ronnie said. “I’ll see myself out.”

  She quickly dressed then let herself out.

  Chapter Three

  Lana was feeling good after her shoot that morning. She knew she’d looked good and had done everything Ronnie had asked. She was glad things hadn’t been awkward between them. Especially after that horrific dinner party. But Ronnie was nothing if not a professional. There’d been no mention of it, nor had there been any offers for another date. That was just as well. Lana sensed Ronnie was trouble in the personal department and planned to stay as far away from her as possible.

  She went to the Galleria and shopped for new dresses and new shoes. Not that she needed them. She just felt like rewarding herself for a job well done. After she was through, she drove to her modeling agency to see what other jobs they had lined up for her. She relaxed in the waiting room while she waited for her agent. She flipped through magazines on the table there and saw several pictures of herself. It always surprised her to see herself there. Sure, she knew she was in magazines, but it was still surreal to see her face smiling back at her.

  “Lana?” Madeline’s voice cut through her reverie. “Did you want to see me?”

  Lana stood.

  “Yes, ma’am. If you have time.”

  “I always have time for my star.”

  Lana laughed and blushed. Madeline was the agent to many models, and she doubted seriously that she was her star. But she appreciated it, nonetheless.

  “Actually,” Madeline said. “Why don’t we go to lunch? There’s a new bistro around the corner I’ve bee
n dying to try.”

  “That sounds great.”

  Madeline turned to her receptionist.

  “I’ll be out of the office for a couple of hours. Keep things going for me.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” the young woman said.

  Madeline and Lana walked around the corner to find the bistro empty. It was two o’clock and they were happy they’d missed the lunch rush.

  Madeline ordered a Caesar salad and Lana ordered a turkey sandwich. They sat and waited for it to be delivered.

  “So, you’re one of those lucky ones who can eat carbs and stay thin, huh?” Madeline laughed.

  “Yep. At least so far. I suppose as I get older my body will change. But for now, I do love my bread.”

  “So, how was the shoot this morning? Tell me everything.”

  Lana described the shoot down to the very last detail.

  “It was so much fun,” she said.

  “Oh, good. And it’s for such a good cause.”

  “I know. I’m really excited to see the whole calendar.”

  “I have to ask. And I know it’s unprofessional, but come on, this is girl talk, right? What’s it like to work with Ronnie Mannis?”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “Did she come on to you?”

  “She did invite me to a dinner party at her house last night.”

  Madeline arched an eyebrow.

  “Do tell.”

  “It was awkward and uncomfortable for all of us. I’m not even sure why she invited me.”

  “You know she has quite a reputation, don’t you?”

  “How so?” Lana feigned ignorance.

  “She’s reputed to be quite the womanizer.”

  “Well, if she’s trying to womanize me, she’s barking up the wrong tree.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “I have no desire to sleep with her.”

  “Well, she is drop-dead gorgeous. Have you looked at those blue eyes? I think I’d even be tempted at my age.”

  They laughed together.

  “No,” Lana said. “She’s my photographer and that’s it.”

  “Well, if she invited you to her house for a dinner party instead of just trying to take you at the studio, that’s got to count for something.”

  “She wouldn’t dare?”

  “Again,” Madeline said. “Just gossiping here. I probably shouldn’t, but why not?”

  “Well, she’s got a whole stable of women who I’m sure she could get with. I doubt I’m even on her radar anymore.”

  “So, do you date at all, Lana?”

  “Mm. Not much. My early shoots and overall mental health keep me from doing so.”

  “Well, I can always schedule your shoots for later on.”

  “No, I’m not complaining.”

  “But you’re a beautiful young woman. You should get out and meet people.”

  “Like who?”

  “I don’t know. There are lots of eligible women in Houston. Unless you don’t swing that way?”

  “Oh, I do. I dated a man once and that was a disaster. I’m a lesbian, just not practicing.” She laughed.

  “Well, I for one, think it’s a waste. You should get out there.”

  “And I’m telling you I wouldn’t know where to meet a woman. I don’t do clubs, so that’s out. And I’m perfectly happy in my solitary lifestyle.”

  “What a waste,” Madeline said again.

  “Well, thank you, but I’m happy.”

  Their meals arrived, and they ate in companionable silence.

  “So, what’s next up for me?” Lana asked when she’d finished her sandwich.

  “I have a new magazine that’s just starting out. They’re looking for models. I sent them your head shot and they want to use you in their inaugural edition.”

  “Really? Sounds good. What photo studio will you use?”

  “Ronnie’s. Like it or not, she’s the best.”

  “I don’t mind. She was nothing but professional this morning.”

  “Good. The shoot will be the day after tomorrow.”

  “I can handle that. That means I’m free all day tomorrow. Maybe I’ll drive to Galveston.”

  “Or maybe you can meet some nice lady to spend the time with.”

  “Lord, Madeline. You sound like my mother.”

  “Can’t blame us for trying.”

  They walked back to the agency and said their good-byes. Lana drove back to her house and packed a few things to take to Galveston with her. She loved it there so much she kept a beach house away from the crowded part of the island.

  She drove to Galveston proper and stopped for dinner at her favorite restaurant. It was busy that afternoon so she sat at the bar and sipped a martini. A woman came up and sat next to her.

  “Excuse me,” the woman said. “You look familiar. Do you live on the island?”

  Lana bristled against an obvious pickup line. She quickly softened when she turned to face a lovely young lady with auburn hair and a full figure. Her eyes held nothing but innocence.

  “No, I’m not,” Lana said. “I must have one of those familiar faces.”

  Sure, she could have said she was a model and the woman had probably seen her in a magazine, but why bother?

  “Oh. Okay. I’m sorry to have bothered you. Do you mind if I sit here? It’s the last stool available.”

  “Of course not. Have a seat.”

  Lana liked this woman. She was sincere and not pushy. All things Ronnie was not. Where had that thought come from? She quickly shook it out of her mind.

  “I’m Danielle,” the woman said.

  “Lana.”

  “Nice to meet you.”

  “You, too.”

  Danielle had beautiful blue eyes and a warm smile. Lana found herself thinking of lunch with Madeline. Maybe it was time to broaden her horizons.

  “So, Danielle, do you live on the island?”

  “Part-time. From March to September.”

  “Oh. And what do you do?”

  “I work for a rental property agency.”

  “Nice.”

  “Yeah. I like it. What do you do?”

  Lana hesitated then decided there would be no harm in telling the truth.

  “I’m a model.”

  “For real?” Danielle’s eyes went wide.

  “For real.” Lana laughed.

  “That is so cool.”

  “Thank you.”

  Lana was called to her table. She was sad to have to say good-bye to Danielle.

  “Would you like to join me for dinner?” she said.

  “I’d love to. If I’m not imposing.”

  “No imposition at all.”

  They shared a nice dinner and pleasant conversation. Lana was sad when it was over.

  “So there’s a women’s club here on the island,” Danielle said. “It shouldn’t be very busy on a weeknight. Would you like to go have a drink?”

  “I’d like that. I have no idea where it is so I’ll have to follow you.”

  She followed Danielle to a building out on the pier. The music was low, as were the lights, but there were very few people there. They got their drinks and went to a small table on the edge of what Lana imagined must have been a dance floor.

  They kept the conversation going until Danielle looked at her watch.

  “Oh my. It’s gotten so late. And I need to be at work early. I hate to end the evening, but I really should get going.”

  “Well, here,” Lana said. “Hand me your phone.”

  She entered her number in Danielle’s phone and Danielle did the same in hers.

  “I’ll be back through here tomorrow evening,” Lana said. “Can we have dinner again?”

  “That would be great.”

  They walked back to their cars, hugged each other tight, and promised to see each other the following evening.

  * * *

  Ronnie was at the studio early the next morning. She was tired from her night with Whitney but felt good
. Whitney had been a willing and able bedmate, but it was time to concentrate on the day’s shoots.

  She was drinking coffee when Whitney walked in bearing coffee.

  “What are you doing here?” Ronnie said. She was decidedly uneasy at the early morning intrusion.

  “I just thought you’d like some coffee after your late night.” Whitney smiled.

  “Well, it’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but I have coffee here.” She raised her cup.

  “But this coffee is better.”

  “I like my coffee, but thank you. I’m sure I’ll enjoy this, too.” She took the proffered cup.”

  “Do you mind if I join you?” Whitney said.

  Yes, Ronnie wanted to scream, but didn’t want to offend her.

  “I’m really trying to get mentally prepared for my morning shoot.”

  “I understand. Say no more. I’ll see you later.”

  She kissed Ronnie briefly before she left.

  Ronnie sat pondering what she’d gotten herself into. Whitney had been fun, but was she seeing more than Ronnie wanted to offer? Maybe she never should have mentioned wanting to settle down. She was wondering if they’d get together again when her first model, Miranda, showed up.

  “So what is this exciting shoot I’ve heard I’m doing today?” she said.

  “We’re doing a calendar as a fundraiser for the Rainbow Women’s Center.”

  “What kind of a calendar?” Miranda looked suspicious.

  “It’s like the olden days pinups. Showing a little skin, but not too much.”

  “Ooh. How fun.”

  “It should be. The models who I’ve shot so far have really enjoyed it. Now go on into the dressing room. You’ll find a sailor’s outfit. I’d like you to put it on and come on out.”

  While Miranda was changing, Ronnie set up the scene. The background was the hull of a ship, and the prop was a huge anchor. She was sure Miranda would take this and run with it.

  Miranda came out of the dressing room looking absolutely adorable in the white skirt and the matching halter top. She hugged the anchor in several different positions, and Ronnie caught them all. She was happy with the shoot and dismissed Miranda to get changed back into street clothes.

  She checked her schedule. A newbie, Christine, was scheduled next. She sipped the coffee Whitney had brought while she waited for Christine to show up. She still had a few minutes.