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by Rachael James


  “Did you like that?”

  “Are you kidding me,” Hannah giggled breathlessly and then pulled Willow into her arms, “I’m fucking ecstatic. I’m already planning my big coming-out party.” Her levity subsided as she began to nuzzle Willow’s neck. “But…” she started as she pulled down Willow’s pants, “…the other forty-eight point five percent of my DNA wants to fuck you the other way. It’s a lot of temptation to resist.”

  “You shouldn’t fight it,” Willow said eagerly.

  “No?” Hannah asked as she hitched Willow’s leg high on her waist and slipped her cock inside her hot, wet pussy.

  “Definitely not,” Willow readily agreed.

  Willow woke with such a start she almost fell out of the bed. Her sleepy brain had a hard time comprehending the situation at hand. She thought she had overslept until she heard Hannah softly giggling beside her.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Hannah asked.

  “I thought I missed the alarm,” Willow said as she fell back against the pillows.

  “You did,” Hannah answered as she pulled Willow close and nuzzled her neck. “And you’re fired.”

  “Considering yesterday, that joke isn’t funny,” Willow grumbled.

  Hannah stretched luxuriously behind her and then rested her long leg between Willow’s thighs. “I thought it was,” Hannah kissed across her shoulder blades. Her teeth scraped against the tender skin of Willow’s neck.

  Willow scooted away. “You are bound and determined to mark me, aren’t you?”

  “Hmm,” Hannah murmured ambiguously. “It occurred to me at two o’clock in the morning that I had forgotten to tell Consuela that you would be staying over so I went downstairs and made some blueberry muffins.”

  Willow rolled over so she could see Hannah. “You cook?” she questioned incredulously.

  “Oh, I’m very domestic when I want to be,” Hannah assured and then started to get out of bed.

  Willow couldn’t help but smile at her shyness. Since she was eighteen years old, Hannah had topped more 100 Most Beautiful lists than she could keep track of yet she still wrapped the sheet around her body like a strapless toga.

  Hannah crossed the room and returned a few moments later with a muffin and a cup of hot coffee. “If it has gotten stale, I can brew a fresh pot.”

  Willow sipped the rich brew and then placed the cup down on the bedside table. “No, it’s good.” She only looked down at the muffin in her hand suspiciously for a second before she took a bite. She knew Hannah wouldn’t add any poisonous ingredients, but she was wary of how it would taste. After all, Hannah had employed a personal chef. Spoilt, pampered supermodels and domesticity wasn’t peanut butter and jelly. Willow would have guessed Hannah didn’t even know where the kitchen was located let alone ever stepped foot inside it, but the muffin wasn’t just good—it was scrumptious.

  When Willow’s eyes widened in surprise, Hannah softly clicked, “I told you so.”

  “Hannah, this is delicious. When did you learn how to cook?”

  Hannah waved her hand in dismissal as she sat back down beside Willow. “I love all that stuff—cooking and cleaning. When I was a little girl, I used to watch reruns of all those old fifties sitcoms,” she said, looking down almost shyly before looking back up with an impish grim. “Sometimes I give the staff the night off and put on one of my best dresses, heels, and pearls, and spend the evening vacuuming, dusting, ironing, and cooking.”

  “Do you want to come over to my apartment and play house sometime?” Willow teased.

  Hannah smiled brightly, leaned forward, and then whispered against Willow’s lips, “Anytime,” she kissed and then pulled back, “but you have to get rid of your fiancé first. I refuse to press grunchy, tattered T-shirts.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  “I would make a divine housewife and a perfect mommy,” Hannah proclaimed as Willow took another bite of the muffin.

  Hannah the housewife was hard enough to imagine, but Hannah the mommy was so impossible that Willow actually started to cough.

  “What?” Hannah pouted, sounding hurt. “I would be a perfect mommy. I don’t think my first child turned out so bad considering I was only nine years old when I took over the job and the only role model I ever had was a complete piece of shit.”

  “Your first?” Willow questioned dubiously.

  “Sam, of course,” Hannah explained. “He needed a new mommy because his biological one had died, and I needed a doll that my mommy couldn’t throw away. I’ll be the first to admit we’ve had our bumps in the road and he has piss-poor taste in women, always has, but I’ve learned from my mistakes. The firstborn is like an experiment… So, I thought we could work from home today.”

  Still surprised by Hannah’s revelation, Willow’s mind reeled at the abrupt change of conversation. She watched silently as Hannah jumped off the bed, disappeared for a few moments, and returned with pile of stationery paper and a cosmetic bag filled with lip liners and eyebrow pencils.

  Willow reached inside the bag and pulled out one of the liners. “You want me draw next season’s fashions with…” she paused as she read the name, “…Roseberry Satin?” she questioned with a smile.

  “It will become the new trend,” Hannah answered as she sat down behind Willow and started massaging her shoulders.

  “And what exactly will you be doing all day?”

  Hannah’s hands slipped around Willow’s front. She palmed one of Willow’s breasts as her thumb traced light circles around her nipple until it grew hard. “Actually…” Hannah nuzzled against Willow’s neck as her fingertips danced down the length of her left arm, “…I was planning on spending the day fucking you.”

  Hannah pulled Willow’s hand to her lips. After licking and nipping her palm, she sucked on her fingers one-by-one.

  “I may actually need that hand to work,” Willow moaned breathlessly.

  “No you don’t. You’re right-handed,” Hannah denied and continued. After a few moments, she released her hand and said, “That’s better.”

  Willow looked at her fingers and discovered that her engagement ring was missing. She turned around and said firmly, “Hannah, give me my ring.”

  “Don’t worry,” Hannah murmured as she leaned over and placed it beside the cup of coffee. “I’ll give it back before you leave. It’s just best to get rid of anything that might hamper your creativity.”

  Chapter 15

  Over the next few months, Willow discovered that Hannah fucked just like she did everything else—crazy. At the office, they always started the morning with the best of intentions, but before lunch, they ended up naked on the floor or on one of the desks. Inside Hannah’s leased office suite existed a wonderful world freed of inhibitions.

  During one of her wilder moments, Hannah called Willow into the office a few moments before she was about to give her first interview regarding her new venture. The magazine reporter was one the line when Hannah motioned towards her desk. When Willow shook her head in denial, Hannah calmly strolled over and hoisted her up. She wheeled the chair over so that she sat in front of Willow. As she pried Willow’s tightly clenched thighs apart, Hannah laughed into line, “Sorry darling, it has been insane around here. I hope you don’t mind the sound of my munching because I haven’t had time to eat my lunch.”

  “NO!” Willow silently mouthed.

  “Yes,” Hannah said aloud as she scooted the chair forward and slipped her fingers inside the hem of Willow’s panties.

  When Hannah’s mouth descended upon her satin-covered pussy, Willow leaned back and rocked her hips forward. She could barely contain her moans of ecstasy.

  “Hmm, what was that, darling?” Hannah questioned against her cunt. “My inspiration? Well, I suppose I find inspiration in nature. I’ve recently discovered a passion for horticulture…” Hannah moved back, pulled Willow’s panties down, tossed them to the floor, and went back down licking and sucking her wet pussy as her fingers pushed deep in
side. “…but I’m not the creative one. I have the designer here if you would like to speak to her.”

  “NO, NO, NO,” Willow quietly pleaded.

  “Yes darling, I’m sure she could do a much better job explaining than I could,” Hannah said and then held up the phone for Willow.

  Willow very reluctantly accepted. Taking a deep breath, she squeaked into the line, “Hello.”

  Hannah quietly giggled against her.

  “Yes, I’ve always wanted to be a clothing designer,” Willow answered breathlessly. Fuck, I’m going to come during my first interview, Willow thought to herself. “The process?” she questioned into the phone. “Well—I submitted my portfolio. Hannah called and then I…hmm…I…” Right there! Yes, just like that! Oh fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! “…and then I CAME…,” Willow screamed as her fist pounded against the desk, “…in for the interview,” she finished raggedly.

  After the call was finished, Willow realized she had just sounded like a total flake, but she had too many after-sex hormones floating around in her bloodstream to mind.

  “I told you that you wouldn’t be nervous talking to the press,” Hannah purred.

  Outside the office, they maintained a professional distance. Hannah had never explicated stated that she wanted to shield her public reputation, but she was and always had been a very private person. And Willow had yet to tell her fiancé, which she knew didn’t make sense considering the nature of their relationship. A few times, she thought about confiding in Zachary, but she always stopped herself.

  It was almost as if she said it aloud to anyone, it would make it all too real. Willow remembered when her mother got sick. The various colds and viruses lingered for months. She was literally wasting away, and still she didn’t want to get tested because she didn’t want to know the truth. At the time, Willow could not understand her mother’s stubbornness, but now she did. If she could just pretend it wasn’t real, pretend she wasn’t falling head-over-heels in love with Hannah, it wouldn’t be true.

  In two months’ time, they only slipped up once, but like some things in life—once was all it took. It happened one afternoon after they had eaten out for lunch. Willow decided it was high time Hannah had some proper toys to play with, so she took her to this little hole-in-the-wall shop. Considering it was the middle of week, in the middle of the day, situated between two competing tattoo parlors, Willow thought it was safe to say that Hannah wouldn’t be recognized.

  As soon as they walked through the doors, Hannah dashed off to the nearest aisle, mortified by the thought of being in a place like this—let alone being recognized. Oh my God, oh my God, she thought repeatedly as she squeezed her eyes shut and covered her face with her hands. Then she heard, “Oh my God!” That’s new. The voices usually stay inside my head. This can’t be good.

  Hannah slowly opened her eyes and discovered a strange, middle-aged man standing two feet in front of her.

  “You’re Hannah Fairbanks,” he muttered.

  “Yes,” Hannah said and then cleared her throat trying to remain calm and dignified. “Yes, I am.”

  Just then, Willow rounded the corner juggling three boxes in her hands. “I found a few different ones. You are either going to want to go with glass or cyberskin because the other ones might irritate you. I didn’t know if you wanted to go strictly Caucasian or something more ethnic, so I picked up one of each,” she explained.

  “That sounds fabulous,” Hannah mumbled.

  “I’m your biggest fan. I’ve collected all your pictures. Could I get your autograph?” the stranger earnestly pleaded.

  “Now’s not…oh fuck, why not?” Hannah said with only the slightest grimace.

  While she was signing her autograph on the back of a crumpled, fast-food restaurant’s receipt with a cock-shaped pen no less, the man working behind the counter called out, “Oh hey, Willow! What’s up? Haven’t seen you here in a while. You still kicking it with my boy, Zach?”

  “Hey Ray,” Willow answered quietly. “Zach and I are still…” she left the rest remain unsaid in front of Hannah.

  “Tell him we need to hang together,” Ray said as he systematically began removing the sex toys from their boxes.

  “No wait,” Hannah called out with disgust. “Why are you touching them?”

  “Store policy,” Ray explained with shrug. “No returns, no refunds.”

  “People seriously try to return those things?” Hannah questioned in disbelief.

  “You’d be surprised what people will do in a place like this,” Ray said.

  “No,” Hannah said succinctly, “I wouldn’t.”

  As soon as they left, Hannah spun around on heels to stand in front of Willow. “I don’t know what was more disturbing—the fact that I just signed an autograph with a penis pen for a man who may or may not have been jacking off to my photographs or that the store clerk knew you by name.”

  “I’m sorry, Hannah,” Willow pleaded. “I never thought someone would actually ask you for an autograph in sex toy shop.”

  Hannah shook her head in disgust until a small smile slipped through her lips. “Just for that, we’re going back to my house for the afternoon.”

  “We will be working from home?” Willow teased suggestively.

  “You can call it working,” Hannah purred. “I just like to think of it as playing with my new toys.”

  Unable to resist the temptation, Hannah gave Willow the tiniest kiss. It lasted a millisecond at most, but it was just enough time for a photographer that neither woman seemed to notice, to snap a picture of it.

  Willow had no idea she about to become front-page news because she had bigger, more immediate things to consider. Today was Friday, usually the day of the week office workers around the country celebrate, but not here. Fridays were never good at the office and as the weeks passed, they grew increasingly worse.

  It was all Hannah’s fault because of that stupid schedule she had created. Hannah was thoroughly convinced that every Thursday night Willow went home and fucked Zachary, and she was impossible to deal with the next morning. To make matters worse, Kate was coming in today to give her final approval. Willow had tried to reschedule for another day, but Friday was the only day that worked. On top of being so nervous her stomach was tied-up in knots, she had to put up with her insanely jealous employer.

  Willow got to the office first. She silently prayed Hannah would remember how big this was for her and wouldn’t do anything to ruin it. Please, let me have a Friday without any temper fits.

  As soon as Hannah arrived, she stopped by Willow’s office. “Did you fuck him?” she asked.

  “Wow!” Willow exclaimed sarcastically. “What ever happened to Good morning, Willow. How was your evening?”

  “Good morning, Willow. How was your evening? Did you fuck him?” Hannah hissed.

  “Thank you for asking, Hannah. My evening was pleasant. What about you?” Willow retorted in a sickening-sweet voice.

  Hannah leaned against the doorframe and smirked. “I had dinner with an old friend,” she answered.

  “Who?” Willow questioned. “Sam?”

  “No.”

  As if on cue, Hannah’s phone started ringing. It was a ringtone that Willow hadn’t heard in several weeks. It was the psycho stalker.

  “I have to take this,” Hannah said coldly, walked across the hall, and shut the door behind her.

  Stunned, Willow sat still for several long moments. Her anger started as a simmer but grew rapidly into a raging boil. Crossing the hall swiftly, she pulled opened Hannah’s office door, and steadily proclaimed, “No!”

  Hannah turned her chair around and repeated, “No?”

  “I said no,” Willow declared as she snatched the phone from Hannah’s hand. “Leave her alone, you fucking psycho bitch!” she screamed into the line, then disconnected the call, and tossed the phone on to Hannah’s desk.

  “That was Sam,” Hannah said drily.

  “I don’t care,” Willow spat.

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sp; “He and Kate are trying to find a parking space. They’ll be up in a few minutes,” Hannah said.

  “Then I guess you had better hurry up and fuck me. Otherwise, your baby boy is going to see his mommy in a whole new light.”

  Hannah leaned back in her chair and silently watched Willow. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had dared to tell her no. It was so strange, so exciting. It was such a huge turn-on that she was almost able to forget about Willow’s Thursday night, happy hour with Zachary. Almost. But crazy, jealous Willow was just the incentive she needed.

  Moving with lightning speed, she had Willow flat on her back across her desk. Clothes were ripped, torn, and carelessly tossed to the floor, and Hannah was buried deep inside of her. With Willow’s thighs tightly clenched around her waist, Hannah pounded her into the oak block.

  “Does he fuck you like this?” Hannah hissed cruelly.

  “No,” Willow cried out.

  Still furious that Hannah had been in contact with her ex-stalker, the hardcore fucking did little to soothe her rage. Although not usually a violent person, something about Hannah brought out the worst in her, so she scratched, clawed, and when Hannah dared to come close enough, Willow sank her teeth into her tender skin.

  “Fuck!” Hannah spat as she pulled away sharply. “That fucking hurt!”

  “Good!” It was supposed to hurt. Once upon a time, Willow had been happy and normal before Hannah came into her life and turned everything upside down. Nowadays, she spent most of her time miserable and confused. Her only glimmers of happiness came inside this office, locked away from the world’s prying eyes.

  Struck by an epiphany, the kind that is only realized in the midst of a tumultuous fury, Willow realized that she hated Hannah nearly as much as she loved her. She loved her for everything she was, but despised her because Willow knew she would never be enough. It simply wasn’t possible. There was no way to out-fuck insanity.

  Willow reached up and yanked the tresses of Hannah’s blond hair free from the tight chignon she had sported today. Pulling her mouth down to meet her lips, she whispered, “No one fucks me like you do…” Inwardly she added, No one ever will again either.

 

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