Irresistible Outfit

Sarah knew it was bullshit the moment she opened the door again. Third delivery. Same day. Arabelle caught her hand on the doorknob, heat rolling off her body through that skin-tight cycling kit, sweat darkening the fabric between her breasts. "You gonna tell me why I'm really here, or should I just keep climbing those stairs?" Sarah's mouth went dry. Arabelle's face changed when she saw it—the want sitting naked behind Sarah's eyes. "Jesus." Arabelle's laugh was short. Surprised. "All this because you like how I look in spandex?" She didn't wait for an answer. Just stepped inside, kicked the door shut, and pressed her mouth to Sarah's. Hard. Heat and salt and something feral. Then Arabelle's hands went to the zipper at her chest, and she dragged it down slow, letting the black fabric peel away from skin that glistened underneath. "You want it, Sarah?" she breathed against her mouth. "Watch."