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That was my first thought as Erin Blackwood kissed me, how impossibly soft a woman\u2019s lips could be. My second thought was that I never wanted it to stop. I\u2019d kissed plenty of men before, including my husband for the past seven years, but nothing had prepared me for this. The gentle pressure of her mouth against mine sent electricity coursing through my body, awakening parts of me I hadn\u2019t known were sleeping.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou taste divine,\u201d Erin whispered against my lips, her fingers threading through my hair to cradle the back of my head. I felt paralyzed by sensation, like a deer caught in headlights\u2014no, more like a fawn taking its first tentative steps into an unfamiliar world. Erin seemed to sense my hesitation. She pulled back slightly, her green eyes searching mine. \u201cAre you still with me, Kendall?\u201d she asked, her thumb tracing my lower lip. \u201cYes,\u201d I breathed, surprising myself with how much I meant it. \u201cI\u2019m just\u2026 this is all new to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

A slow smile spread across her face, predatory yet tender. \u201cI know, sweetheart. Let me guide you.\u201d She leaned in again, this time more deliberately. Her tongue traced the seam of my lips, seeking entrance, and I opened to her without hesitation. The first touch of her tongue against mine made me whimper; an embarrassing, needy sound that I couldn\u2019t hold back.<\/p>\n

Erin\u2019s hand slid from my hair down to my neck, her thumb caressing my pulse point as our tongues danced together. She tasted like expensive wine. I felt myself melting under her touch, my body responding in ways it never had with Grant. \u201cYou\u2019re trembling,\u201d she murmured, breaking the kiss to trail her lips along my jawline. \u201cI can\u2019t help it,\u201d I admitted, my voice small and breathless. Her laugh was warm against my skin. \u201cGood. I like knowing I affect you this way.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her confidence was intoxicating. Where I felt clumsy and uncertain, she was all fluid grace and seduction.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Janessa Quinn All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com OceanofPDF.com Stick around until the end to get a link to a FREE full- length lesbian erotica story.<\/p>\n

Sign up for my newsletter to get free stories, extras, bonuses and more! OceanofPDF.com Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 About the Author Also by Janessa Quinn OceanofPDF.com Chapter 1 The moment I stepped into the ballroom on Grant\u2019s arm, I felt like an imposter. The crystal chandeliers threw light across the room that seemed to illuminate every insecurity I had about being here.<\/p>\n

My black cocktail dress had seemed perfect when I bought it, now it felt like a costume; a poor girl\u2019s idea of what rich people wore. \u201cYou look beautiful,\u201d Grant whispered, squeezing my hand. Easy for him to say. He belonged here now. Executive position. Corner office. Country club membership pending. I smiled back weakly. \u201cThanks. I\u2019m just going to get a drink.\u201d I navigated through clusters of people who all seemed to know each other, their laughter rehearsed and perfect. The bartender handed me a glass of champagne, and I took a larger sip than was probably appropriate, feeling the bubbles burn down my throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cFirst time at one of these things?\u201d I turned to find a woman watching me with amused eyes. She was older, maybe early fifties, but stunning in a way that made me suddenly conscious of my own body. Her silver- streaked black hair was pulled back in an elegant updo, exposing a graceful neck adorned with what had to be real diamonds. \u201cIs it that obvious?\u201d I asked, feeling my cheeks flush. \u201cYou have that deer-in-headlights look.\u201d<\/p>\n

She stepped closer, her perfume subtle but intoxicating. \u201cI\u2019m Erin Blackwood. My husband Richard is the one making that boring speech later.\u201d I nearly choked on my champagne. Richard Blackwood was Grant\u2019s boss, the CEO of the company. \u201cI\u2019m Kendall. Grant Williams\u2019 wife. He just started in the executive program last month.\u201d \u201cAh, fresh meat.\u201d Her smile was wolfish, and something fluttered in my stomach. \u201cHow are you finding all of this?\u201d<\/p>\n

She gestured broadly at the room. \u201cIntimidating,\u201d I admitted, surprising myself with my honesty.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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