Chapter Twenty Nine

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Fifteen long minutes later . . .

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It was difficult for Shamira to open her hotel room door when her back was pressed against it, and with Clara pressed against her front. The Native American's hands were up under the other woman's shirt, grabbing those large breasts through the fabric of her bra.

Clyde would call them when he got a hold of the medium responsible for contacting Shamira's sister, so the two vampires were going to occupy their time until he called.

"Get the (pant) damn door open!" Clara said, unhooking Shamira's bra at last.

The door fell open as Shamira finally got the card into the slot and shoved down on the handle, and both women tumbled into the room.

The door was slowly closing as Shamira's shirt came off and Clara's bottoms were pulled down. Clara pushed her friend back onto the bed, then yanked the woman's boots and jeans off. "Damn, I wish you hadn't taken today off," Clara mu