by K T Grant
“What about Fabian?” Svana sipped her water.
“He’s more of a friend.” She sighed, realizing she had used him horribly because she had been so lonely. She was not looking forward to ending things between them.
“Ah yes, the friend who’s willing to offer you marriage.” Svana nudged her shoulders. “Would you like to be my friend?”
Her voice held neediness, but also something else possibly. Was it jealousy at her relationship with Fabian, or the idea Kennedy could have something she never would?
What should have been a relaxing night of simple conversation and possibly sex had soured. She curled her arm around Svana’s waist and hugged her. “What type of friend do you want me to be? One with benefits? It might be tough with the thousands of miles between us.”
“It might be easier than you think.” Svana cupped her face. “This new partnership between our companies has cemented something special between us. We’ll see each other again even if I’m—” She shook her head and ran her fingers along the edge of Kennedy’s chin, leaving pleasant tingles behind. “I’m getting beyond myself, elskan. Perhaps it’s better if we stop talking.”
Kennedy hung her arms over her shoulders, more than ready to move things to the bedroom. But something still held her back. There wasn’t any problem with the physical side of their new tentative relationship. But if Svana wanted more than for her an international booty call, she needed something on a deeper level.
“You’ve punished yourself like I did for all these years because you also lost people you love. You just said it was better for me to keep things in the past. Does the same apply to you?” She brushed over her short hair in soothing strokes.
Svana’s eyelids flickered. “I should listen to my advice, but it’s hard. I’m looking to the future, though. You’ll understand more in the next few days. There will be some big announcements that may put my past to rest.”
“You mean the deal with our companies?”
Svana’s eyes cleared and she straightened, her fragileness vanishing. “That and more.”
“You’re not going to give me an idea what ‘more’ is?” She circled the underside of Svana’s ear, intrigued by the cluster of piercings.
Svana claimed her hand and squeezed. “Don’t you think we had too much ‘more’ with our words tonight? If we bare our souls anymore, the only type of activity we’ll share in my bed is sleeping.”
“No more sharing, huh? What if I want to hear stories of your time as a pop diva ingénue?” She kissed Svana’s shoulder, wanting to move things forward. “We can talk in bed.”
“The only talk I do in my bed is the type that leads to fucking.” A hard glint passed over her face, and she slid her hands down to cup Kennedy’s ass.
She spread her legs to release the knotting in her core. Her pulse ramped up and began to beat in her core, spreading down her inner thighs. Maybe fucking first and then more conversation was best.
“Take me to your bedroom.” Her voice thick with strain from her growing lust, she opened Svana’s towel, letting it drop to the floor. She then cupped her breasts, tracing her pointed pink nipples.
Svana didn’t follow suit. Instead, she guided her out of the kitchen, turning down the lights. “You should take out your contacts before your eyes become completely bloodshot and too dry.”
“I carry spare lens and solution,” she announced, touched by the concern, and snagged her purse off a table as they walked to the stairs.
“Good. I want to see your beautiful, authentic eyes as I lo— make you come.” Svana glided up the stairs, showing no concern at her unclothed state.
She could have teased her, but the mention of “love” between them was way too soon.
Svana escorted her to her bedroom, a loft style area with high ceilings and more windows. Black-and-white nature photos hung on ivory walls in the tidy space. The open doors of a huge walk-in closet showcased enough clothes and shoes to fill a store.
Svana sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed. “Use the bathroom while I get ready for you.”
“Ready for me? How?” She combed back her hair and shook it out.
Svana viewed her with a clinical eye, although there was amusement there as well. She uncrossed her legs and opened them wide, tracing a finger down her navel and tapping the top of her clit. “I’m going to play with myself while I wait for you. Then you’ll finish me off.”
“Okay,” Kennedy croaked and hurried to the attached bathroom.
She would have shut the door, but with Svana touching herself, she didn’t even care if the woman saw her on the toilet. She finished her business in record time, washing her hands and then taking out her contacts. She leaned on the sink and took some deep breaths to calm her racing heart. All she thought about was climbing on Svana and tasting her all over, exactly like the woman did to her two nights ago.
Her arousal hit her low in the gut, making her slicken with need. When she heard a click and then a whirling sound in the other room, followed by moaning, she splashed water on her face. The face looking back at her in the mirror had rosy cheeks, swollen lips, and frizzy hair that had seen better days. Was she pretty enough to turn Svana on?
She exited the bathroom, ready to hop on the bed, when she froze. Svana moved a long phallic shape over her pussy in a circular motion, the puttering and slurping sound mesmerizing.
Svana jerked and arched her back then her lips curled up. “I couldn’t wait and broke out my vibrator. Do you have one?” She circled the blunt edge of the vibrator in her pink folds, pressing upward on her swelling clit.
“Nothing as big as yours.” Kennedy approached the bed and sat on the edge.
“It doesn’t fit inside me. I prefer the clitoral stimulation.” Svana’s breath hitched once and then twice. She locked her legs around the vibrator and humped it. The roaring of the motor, muffled while she climaxed.
Overcome with lust, Kennedy leaned down and grabbed the woman’s head, claiming her lips in a greedy suction. Svana joined in, using her arm to curl around Kennedy’s head and pulled her down. She softened the kiss and stroked her breasts, inching down to cup her pussy. Heat wafted upward from her waxed cunt, and when Svana tossed aside her vibrator, Kennedy cupped her.
“You’re dripping.” She moved her mouth back and forth on Svana’s lips, anxious to dip her head between her thighs and sip there. But Svana swept her tongue into Kennedy’s mouth to join in the erotic dance, her metal barbell tickling and scraping.
“You might make me come just by kissing me.” She rested her mouth on Svana’s cheek, her core convulsing while she swirled a finger in her silky depths, sliding upward and around Svana’s clit, and then down to burrow into her delta. Svana responded by arching her hips and locking her inner muscles around the intruding digit.
“I should be the one to pleasure you…seduce you.” Svana buried her fingers in Kennedy’s hair, grasping and tugging, kissing her face.
She lowered her leg on Svana’s hip, pressing her pussy there as she continued fucking her with her hand. The other woman dipped her hand between them, rubbing and stroking her clit. She rode Svana’s hand while the Icelandic beauty clamped down on Kennedy’s fingers.
“I want you to come when I do.” Svana watched her intently.
She jerked at the range of emotions crossing her lover’s face, from desire to pleasure, and simple joy. She laughed, overcome with happiness, a giddiness she never experienced until now.
Svana cupped her breast and squeezed to join the tempo of her hand. Kennedy responded by plucking her nipple. They locked eyes, and their mouths met as they shouted their releases and finished by moaning each other’s name.
She curled her legs around Svana and rocked, tears flooding her eyes. Svana coasted her mouth over every inch of Kennedy’s face, whispering nonsensical words that not only comforted but released all the tension and stress lodged inside her for far too long.
Finally, when the ripples of her orgasm diminished
, she hugged Svana tight, laying her head on her chest, welcoming the soft tune Svana sang in her native tongue while petting her head. She wanted to stay here forever and never leave.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kennedy crossed and uncrossed her legs, unable to get comfortable. Part nerves, part soreness, she couldn’t sit still while Svana drove back to Reykjavik and to the Landvik offices, already late by thirty minutes. How in the world would they explain their tardiness, and why they entered the building together? She wouldn’t say she was reborn, but she felt elevated, floating on air.
She flinched when Svana patted her cheek. “Was I too rough with you this morning?”
Her face flamed as she remembered how Svana licked her awake and then brought out a never used electric dildo, lodging it so deep inside her, she was afraid she would choke on it. It was an over-the-top erotic experience, being plugged and having Svana’s mouth on her clit, her fingers doing a number on her back end until she drove her into an ear-splitting orgasm. Because they were running late, she never returned the favor but did join Svana in the shower. Their sensual playtime had come to end, and they washed one another with care and tenderness.
“You were great this morning. I never had it better.” Still a bit shaken and unfocused, she grasped Svana’s hand. “I’m just nervous. Omar is going to know something’s up.”
The car shot down the street, just beating a red light. “I didn’t leave any evidence that I fucked you within an inch of your life. You really think he’ll know based on your hairstyle and your wearing your glasses instead of contacts?”
Kennedy’s hair lay heavy on her shoulders and down her back. She never wore it down, and always wore her contacts. She was in a state of constant arousal, and she didn’t know how to deal with it.
“You’ve talked me into doing things I normally wouldn’t,” she stated, a bit annoyed by the power Svana held over her.
“I’ve been told I have a voice like a siren, so.…” Svana shrugged and tucked a strand of Kennedy’s hair behind her ear. “Just relax. Play it cool.”
“Play it cool. Sure.”
Svana shut off the car, gripped her chin, and kissed her hard on the lips. She started to return the kiss, but Svana broke away.
“I couldn’t help myself. I love seeing you flustered.” Svana looked too pleased as she pulled down the visor and inspected her face in the small mirror there. She ran a finger over her lips and rolled them together, making them shine. The cheery light in her eyes vanished, replaced by a remote expression.
For the first time since she had been in Svana’s company, she noticed the deep grooves in her forehead and some pronounced lines around her mouth and eyes.
“You’re ready to play it cool, no problem.” She snapped her fingers, becoming more anxious by the second.
“I have years of practice.” Svana opened her door, and, flashing a brief smile that didn’t reach her eyes, she exited the car.
To her surprise, Svana didn’t wait for her to get out. She strode ahead, checking her cell. Hefting her briefcase, she caught up to Svana who paused at the door to let Kennedy enter first. As she passed her, Svana brushed her ass and winked. She swallowed down a bubble of laughter. The jumpiness in her stomach lessened. She waited for Svana to come closer to return the favor, but froze when she spotted Omar and Fabian chatting while they viewed an advertisement on the wall.
Svana halted a few steps in front of her and rolled back her shoulders. “Ready?”
“Ye-yes,” she stammered.
“Good.” Svana then nodded and strode forward in kitten heel pumps. She didn’t act as if anything was out of the ordinary. Just another day at the office for her.
Determined to play her role as well as Svana did, she joined the trio.
“Welcome to Iceland and Reykjavik. It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Omar.” Svana held both his hands and smiled at him in greeting.
“It’s great to be here.” He nodded at Kennedy. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she said softly, waiting while Svana introduced herself to Fabian and shook his hand in the same friendly, businesslike way she had Omar’s.
“I’ve heard a lot about you from Kennedy.” Svana glanced at her with an amused yet hard gleam in her eyes.
Fabian’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “All good things, I hope. Kennedy is a special lad—”
Kennedy moved in between the men, touching them both on the arm. “Gentlemen, we’re already running late, so we should get the show on the road. Right, Svana?”
Svana’s lips twitched. “You’re correct.” She glanced between the men. “I should apologize for being late. Kennedy and I had a breakfast meeting at her hotel, and the time ran away from us.”
“So it wasn’t coincidence you both walked in together at the same time,” Omar said in a pleased tone and nudged Kennedy gently in the side.
“Kennedy’s favorite meal of the day is breakfast,” Fabian inserted.
“She told me the same. She experienced a wonderful, decadent Icelandic breakfast,” she said with a slight purr that made Kennedy want to kick her in the shin to get her to behave.
A young woman approached them, asking to speak to Svana privately. Kennedy heard her whisper Konrad’s name.
Svana nodded to the young woman then returned her attention to them. “It appears my brother and uncle are running late also. Last night’s dinner is probably to blame. I also have to make a call before we begin. Helgi will escort you to the conference room where my vice president and members of my legal and finance team are already waiting. Please help yourself to coffee and pastries. I will be along in a moment.”
“Sounds good,” Omar said.
“Excuse me.” Svana hurried past them and met up with another woman near the end of the hall. They spoke softly as they turned the corner.
“Follow me, please,” Helgi said with a bright smile in place.
Omar chatted with her as they walked, while Kennedy and Fabian brought up the rear.
“I can’t believe I’m here.” Fabian gave her a one-armed hug and lowered his hand to her waist. “So, what type of decadent Icelandic fare did you have with Svana?”
She barely stopped the laugh from escaping her mouth. Mentioning how she enjoyed Svana’s delicious pink pussy wouldn’t go over well at all.
Brushing aside her nervousness, she gave him a brief overview of her time here, excluding the more intimate moments.
***
Konrad sent her a smile and winced, dabbing at his cut lip and bruised, swollen cheek. Kennedy smiled back in sympathy, curious as to the real reason his face had been abused. He also favored his left side, a subtle move she had noticed in the few hours they’d sat in the conference room. Every so often, Svana would whisper to him or touch him in some way.
No one questioned his explanation that he’d slipped on the ice last night on his way home, but she knew better, her suspicions enhanced by Svana’s announcement her uncle was indisposed. The worried looks she shared with Vala also cemented her belief something questionable must have happened between Verner and Konrad, a fight of some sort.
She studied Svana, who listened, like everyone else to her chief revenue officer. Svana had yet to acknowledge or talk to her during the meeting, or at the lunch break, addressing her comments to Omar. That had stung.
She shifted in her seat, wishing she could excuse herself and go outside for air. Fabian squeezed her knee under the table. He did that often or patted her hand, including sharing intimate looks when the others were focused on someone else. She wasn’t amused by his flirting and didn’t want to lead him on more than she already had.
Bile rose in her throat as she thought of possible scenarios when she told him she couldn’t marry him. She had never seen him raise his voice or get upset, but there was a first time for everything.
This time, another foot tapped the side of hers. Omar shifted and hooked his arm over the back of her chair as one of the finance men explained a chart at the front of th
e room. “You okay? You seem distracted.”
“I’m fine. I’m still getting used to Icelandic time,” she whispered.
He eased back in his chair. “Then why are your knuckles white?” He lifted a haughty eyebrow, his gaze direct and sharp on her face.
“Not now,” she said from the corner of her mouth, keeping what she hoped was an interested expression in place as Vala and Konrad looked in her direction.
Omar sighed and tapped her shoulder with his finger before removing his arm. She expelled a breath and relaxed her hands, trying to keep her eyes ahead and not check Svana as she had done over the course of the meeting.
Applause broke out, and Svana stood, addressing the man who had just droned on for over an hour.
“Thank you, Hilmar for the wonderful forecast. I love nothing more than hearing how much money we’ll make in the coming years.” She shot Omar a satisfied look. “Wouldn’t you agree, Mr. Segal?”
He stood and rebuttoned his suit jacket. “I’d rather hear about gains than losses. This is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.”
When the two shook hands, the room erupted with applause. Kennedy clapped with as much excitement as she could muster, but Fabian made up for it with some whistling.
Annoyed by his unprofessional reaction, she’d started to tell him to take it down a notch, but then Omar set his hands on her shoulders, making her freeze. All eyes were on her. Svana stared at her in a remote but polite way. She clenched her hands again, wishing she could shake Svana.
“Svana and I have another unexpected announcement that will lead to even more meetings and discussions, and definitely more trips here on my part and my sister’s.” Omar squeezed her shoulders, his way of telling her to remain quiet.
Confused, she glanced at Fabian who was all smiles. He rubbed his hands together, mesmerized by Omar. An annoying ringing spread in her ears, and her pulse started to race. Oh no. What did he have planned for her?
“During my discussions with Svana and Konrad, we came to the conclusion the Segal Corporation would thrive in Iceland, just like Landvik will prosper in the US. I will open the first Segal hotel in Reykjavik with an exclusive partnership with Landvik similar to the one we’ll have in the US.”