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  Jae

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  Coming from Ylva Publishing in Summer 2015

  DRESS-TEASE

  by Jae

  Lauren loved lazy afternoons in the cottage above Topanga Canyon. Holed up in Grace’s loft bedroom, she could pretend that they were the only people in the world and that Grace wouldn’t have to fly to England on Monday to start shooting her new movie.

  Crickets chirped outside, and a light breeze stirred through the open skylight, bringing with it the citrus scent of the shrub that bordered the backyard.

  Up here, they weren’t a publicist-turned-screenwriter and a world-famous actress who had outed herself on national TV a week ago; they were just Lauren and Grace. Nothing else mattered when they were here—no movies, no paparazzi, no script deadlines, just the two of them.

  Too bad they had to leave their sanctuary in about an hour to meet Grace’s hair-and-makeup artist and then head to the premiere of Nick’s new action film. This was one of the few times Lauren wished Grace hadn’t stayed friends with her ex-husband.

  Sighing, she sat on the edge of the bed, put on her wristwatch, and secured the cuffs of her white satin blouse.

  Downstairs, the bathroom door opened, and the tapping of Grace’s bare feet across the hardwood floor drifted up. “Are you okay?” Grace called.

  “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

  “You’re coughing. You’ve been doing that a lot lately,” Grace said, a hint of worry in her voice. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”

  Lauren shook her head, even though Grace couldn’t see it. “No. You know me. It’s just my little quirk when I’m tired. Certain activities have kept me up most of the night—and I’m not talking about my writing.”

  The ladder creaked as Grace climbed up to the loft. “Are you complaining?”

  “No. Never,” Lauren said and realized that her voice had dropped a register. She didn’t regret a minute she’d spent making love with Grace, even if it meant she’d fall asleep during the showing of Nick’s movie. Sometimes, she had a hard time believing that Grace returned her feelings.

  The first thing that appeared over the edge of the loft was Grace’s long hair, piled on top of her head and held there by a large claw clip; then the rest of her followed—covered by a towel that was knotted above her full breasts. A single blonde strand had escaped from the clip and caressed the nape of her slender neck.

  Lauren, who’d been about to stand up from the bed, sank back onto the mattress. Even after four months together, the sight of Grace’s half-naked body made her weak in the knees. Her gaze followed Grace as she strode past the bed and went to the closet built into one side of the loft.

  Grace rummaged through her wardrobe and selected a powder-blue silk dress—Lauren’s favorite. She held it out for Lauren to see. “Do you think this will do?”

  “Will do?” Lauren echoed. “It’ll blow their socks off.”

  “Let’s hope so. I need to look good today.”

  “You always do.” Lauren took in the shapely behind that peeked out from beneath the towel.

  “Maybe.” Grace sighed. “But it’s different now that the press knows about us. Every paparazzo in Hollywood will take about a million photos of Grace Durand and her lesbian lover.”

  Lauren swallowed around the lump lodged in her throat. As a former publicist, she had a lot of experience with the press, but so far, she had always been behind the camera, not in front of it. “I think we should—”

  Grace let her towel drop to the floor and stood in front of the closet completely naked. Sunlight streamed in through the skylight, making her skin—flushed with the heat from her recent shower—seem to glow.

  Lauren forgot what she’d been about to say as she stared at Grace. Her gaze tracked a single drop of water that ran down the long lines of Grace’s neck. God, does she have any idea how beautiful she is?

  When Lauren fell silent, Grace glanced over her shoulder and arched an eyebrow at her. “You think we should do what?”

  Go back to bed and forget about the premiere and the paparazzi. “Uh, never mind.”

  Grace stretched with feline sensuality and walked over to the dresser in the corner of the loft.

  Nearly hypnotized, Lauren watched the soft sway of her hips.

  Once Grace reached the dresser, she bent a little and opened one of the drawers, directing Lauren’s attention to her firm ass. Then she turned, her breasts swaying enticingly, and slipped a pair of dark red panties up first one long leg, then the other. The smooth silk slid over her skin with a seductive slowness.

  Lauren’s mouth went dry. She leaned forward on the bed so she could take in every sensual detail.

  Grace swiveled back to the drawer and bent over it. When she straightened and turned, she held a strapless bra and slung it around her back with practiced ease. Her fingers moved slowly to the front clasp and closed it; then she cupped her own breasts, settling them into the cups.

  Heat swept through Lauren’s body. She had thought that nothing could be more erotic than watching Grace take off her clothes, but this reverse striptease was making her breath catch and her heart beat triple-time.

  The rustle of silk teased her senses as Grace lifted the off-the-shoulder dress over her head and let it slide down her body with excruciating slowness. Somehow, she managed not to get it tangled in the hair clip. The dress settled around her curves, cradling her like the hands of a lover, and Grace smoothed her palms over her hips. Every movement seemed to linger for a second longer than strictly necessary.

  Was Grace playing with her, putting on a show to tease her? Lauren wasn’t sure. Grace’s expression was innocent and self-absorbed, as if she was completely unaware of Lauren’s rapt attention, but then again, she wasn’t a three-time Golden Globe winner for nothing.

  The fabric stretched over her ample chest as Grace reached up. She took out the hair clip and set it on the dresser. Her long, blonde tresses cascaded onto her bare shoulders. Grace looked up and met Lauren’s gaze. Her full lips curled into a knowing smile, and there was a twinkle in her ocean-blue eyes.

  She knew exactly what she was doing. Tease.

  “Ready?” Grace asked.

  The low, intimate tone of her voice sent a shiver through Lauren. “Oh, yeah.”

  Grace quirked a smile. “I meant, are you ready to go?”

  Nothing was further from Lauren’s mind than leaving the cottage and having to share Grace with hundreds of fans and paparazzi. “It’s not your premiere. We could stay home.”

  “You know we can’t,” Grace said, regret obvious in her voice. “The media will make up all kinds of stories about Nick and me having a falling-out over my newfound sexual orientation if I don’t show up at his premiere. Zip me up?” She walked over to Lauren, a swing in her step, and presented her back.

  Lauren regarded the zipper through narrowed eyes. Why would she cover up this beautiful body when all she wanted was to see more of it, to caress, kiss, and worship every part of it? She got up from the bed and stepped closer—close enough to feel the heat of Grace’s body against her own, even through her clothes. “There’s a problem.”

  Grace craned her neck and peered over her shoulder. “What problem? Is there a stain on the dress?”

  “No. But you did this all wrong.”

  “Wrong?”

  “Yeah.” Lauren moved even closer, her chest now brushing against Grace’s half-bare back, separated just by t
he thin material of Lauren’s blouse. “You didn’t do this in the correct order. See, this is how it’s done.” She reached out and trailed her fingertips over Grace’s hips, allowing herself to enjoy the smooth silk and the heat she could feel beneath it for a moment before sliding the dress down. With her lips, she followed its path and placed a string of soft kisses along Grace’s spine.

  Grace clutched the dress to her chest before it could drop to the floor. “We don’t have time for this,” she said in a halfhearted protest. “We need to get going.”

  “You need to take the dress off to make it down the ladder anyway.” Lauren kissed Grace’s shoulder blade and then lightly licked it. “I’m just helping.”

  “Helping?” Grace laughed. “Your kind of help will make us late.”

  Lauren shrugged. She moved the soft hair aside, pressed her lips against the nape of Grace’s neck, and swirled her tongue over the warm skin. A contented hum escaped her as she breathed in the peach aroma of Grace’s shampoo and the even more appealing scent that was all her.

  Goose bumps broke out all over Grace’s body.

  Delighted, Lauren traced them with her lips and tongue. She coasted her fingertips down Grace’s sensitive sides until the dress, which was now pooling around Grace’s hips, stopped her. “God, Grace, I want to touch you all over.” She nipped one shoulder with her teeth. “But if you really think we should get going…”

  The dress landed in a heap on the floor. “We have to make this quick,” Grace said, her voice rough.

  “No problem. I can do quick.” After Grace’s little dress-tease, she was more than ready.

  Grace tried to turn and step out of the pool of fabric around her ankles, but Lauren stopped her by wrapping both arms around her from behind. “Oh no. Stay just like this. I’m directing this scene.”

  “You’re a screenwriter, not a director.” Grace again tried to turn around.

  Lauren trapped her against her own body. “Up here, I get to be whatever I want. Today, I want to be a director.”

  A visible shudder went through Grace.

  Lauren grinned, knowing how hot Grace found it when she took control.

  “A rather hands-on director, I hope,” Grace said.

  “Oh yeah. Very hands-on.” Lauren splayed both hands over Grace’s hips, enjoying the feel of the sensuous curves beneath her palms, and pulled her even closer until their bodies were pressed against each other all along their lengths, Grace’s bare back against her breasts. For a moment, she wished she were naked and could feel every inch of Grace’s skin sliding against her own, but she knew if she undressed now, they’d never make it to the premiere, so she focused on Grace. Lightly, she scraped her teeth up the side of her neck, lingering for a moment to kiss the pounding pulse under her lips and to taste her skin.

  A breathy moan escaped Grace. She turned her head, and Lauren caught a glimpse of her pupils that were dilated with desire.

  Knowing how much Grace wanted her instantly made her wet. She leaned forward and brushed her lips over the edge of Grace’s ear, enjoying the shiver that went through Grace. When Grace turned her head even more, she flicked her tongue out and teased her with little licks along the corner of her mouth. Still holding Grace tight against her chest with one hand, she trailed her fingertips up Grace’s belly and circled her bra-clad breasts.

  “Don’t tease.”

  “Oh, you mean the way you did earlier?” Lauren slid one finger beneath the bra and let the pad of her fingertip brush back and forth just beneath Grace’s nipple, without fully touching it.

  Grace groaned. “I have no idea what you mean. I was just getting dressed.”

  “Sure.” Finally taking mercy, Lauren opened the front closure of the strapless bra and pulled the material free from where it was trapped between their bodies. She caressed the incredibly soft skin of Grace’s areola, which pebbled beneath her touch, and then took one of the hard points between thumb and index finger and gently rolled it back and forth.

  With a moan, Grace threw her head back against Lauren’s shoulder, exposing even more of her delectable neck to Lauren’s mouth.

  Pushing several strands of blonde hair out of the way, Lauren leaned down and placed a string of open-mouthed kisses along Grace’s neck. She released her hip and trailed the other hand up Grace’s body to cup the neglected breast too.

  “God.” Grace jerked against her, her firm ass pressing against Lauren’s crotch.

  Heat coiled in Lauren’s belly. She clenched her thighs together and forced herself to focus on Grace. Alternately, she massaged her breasts and teased her nipples. She sucked on the skin of Grace’s neck, stopping just short of marking her since she knew the dress wouldn’t cover any hickeys.

  “I thought you wanted to make this”—Grace gasped when Lauren lightly pinched one nipple—“quick.”

  Lauren gave the soft skin one last soothing lick and then took her mouth off Grace’s neck. She skimmed one hand down Grace’s body and cupped her through the silk of her panties. The fabric was damp against her fingers. “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t think this will take long at all.”

  A trembling breath rushed from Grace’s chest. “I don’t think so either.” She covered Lauren’s hand with her own and pressed her more firmly against herself.

  “Oh, no.” Lauren pulled Grace’s hand away. “I’m the director, remember?”

  “Yeah, but all the good ones give the actors some space to improvise.” Grace rubbed herself against Lauren, the contrast of her naked skin against Lauren’s fully dressed body a powerful turn-on.

  Lauren playfully bit her shoulder, making Grace gasp. “Not this time. We have to get this right in just one take.”

  “How about some action, then?”

  “You mean something like this?” She took her hand away and smoothed it down Grace’s leg before trailing her fingertips up the inside of her thigh. Using only one finger, she dipped under the elastic band of her panties.

  Grace groaned her approval and instantly widened her stance to give her access.

  Tightly leashing her sense of urgency, Lauren directed her so they were both facing the mirrored closet door and marveled at the way they looked together, with her taller body framing Grace’s from behind. “Look,” she whispered into Grace’s ear. “Look at us.”

  When Grace raised her head, their gazes met in the mirror.

  Maintaining eye contact, Lauren trailed her index finger through the trimmed curls that were already damp with desire and felt Grace tremble against her. When she brushed the swollen sex, Grace let out a gasp and shifted her hips.

  The movement made the pad of Lauren’s finger slide over Grace’s clit.

  Both of them groaned.

  Quickly, Lauren withdrew her hand.

  “No! What are you—?”

  Lauren shushed her by lightly pressing her finger—the one she’d just used to touch Grace—against her lips.

  Grace flicked out her tongue and tasted herself on Lauren’s finger before sucking the digit into her mouth.

  A shudder went through Lauren. Only when Grace finally released her finger did her brain start to work again. “As sexy as they are, your panties have to go.”

  Grace immediately reached down to take them off, but again, Lauren stopped her.

  “Let me.” She knelt behind Grace and slid the panties down, letting her hands trail over the smooth skin of her legs. On the way back up, she kissed a path along Grace’s thighs, hips, and spine. Each touch set her nerves tingling, and from Grace’s much-too-fast breathing, she knew it had the same effect on her. Lauren took in Grace’s now completely naked body in the mirror. A rosy flush dusted her face and neck.

  For a moment, Lauren cupped Grace’s world-famous ass in both palms and massaged gently before sliding her hands around, trailing one up to caress her breast and the other down to stroke the sensitive area where Grace’s thigh met her torso. It thrilled her to watch the path of her hands in the mirror, to watch Grace’s eyes glaze ove
r with passion—a view she knew she’d remember through the lonely nights while Grace was in London.

  “Lauren. Please.” Grace reached back and clutched Lauren with both hands.

  No more teasing. Lauren slid her hand down.

  Grace’s breathing hitched before Lauren even touched her.

  Their gazes still locked on each other in the mirror, Lauren brushed one finger over the folds of Grace’s sex, keeping the contact light at first, then started drawing slow circles around her clit.

  Grace arched, seeking more contact, and rocked in time with each of Lauren’s movements. Heat radiated from her, filtering through Lauren’s blouse and sending her own body temperature skyrocketing.

  God, how Lauren loved the way Grace reacted to her touch. She brushed her lips over the line of Grace’s jaw and closed her teeth over her earlobe, dragging a low moan from Grace.

  “Inside.” Grace bucked her hips. “Now.”

  Lauren gave her earlobe one last nip before whispering into her ear, “I’m the director, remember?” She rolled her fingers across Grace’s clitoris with a little more pressure.

  Grace let out a groan that was part pleasure, part frustration. “Please.”

  On the one hand, Lauren wanted to draw out every moment with Grace and make them both forget that she’d be leaving soon. On the other hand, she also wanted to give her whatever she needed, so she eased one finger inside.

  With a loud moan, Grace rolled her head back against Lauren’s shoulder. Her eyes in the mirror grew heavy-lidded. Her hands restlessly roamed Lauren’s hips and the outside of her thighs. “Bed,” she got out, her voice sounding raw. “I can’t stand.”

  “Oh, yes, you can. I’ll hold you up.” One arm wrapped around Grace from behind, Lauren began a slow, steady rhythm. The scent of Grace’s arousal drifted up, sending a rush of desire through Lauren. “God.” She bit her lip. “So wet.”

  The little sounds Grace made spurred her on, so she slid a second finger inside while she kept watching her reflection in the mirror.

  Grace’s groan of pleasure resonated through Lauren, and her nails dug into her hips.