by J. M. Dabney
“Natalia, we already talked about this, and you made no secret about of your feelings about me and my friends. It’s not going to work—”
“I’ll stop modeling,” she whined.
“It’s not about you modeling. I love”—the words came out of nowhere—“someone else.”
“Ava, it’s her, isn’t it? You left me. You’re daring to turn me down for her? The short, fat soccer mom. Does she do all those freaky things I wouldn’t lower—?”
“Natalia!” A steel edge sharpened Andrea’s voice. “What’s between Eva and me is between us. You have no say whatsoever.”
“You’ll realize your mistake, and then you’ll beg me to take you back. You will regret this!”
The call disconnected with a click, and she dropped the phone back into the cradle. Falling back heavily in her chair, she scrubbed her palms over her face and blew out a heavy breath.
She was confused by Natalia’s actions. Her ex couldn’t say good-bye fast enough after hurling insults when they’d spoken before. The breakup had been coming for a long time. She’d never made promises of forever. Natalia didn’t want to ruin her model’s figure, and the thought having something normal like a family was beneath her.
Her breath caught at the thought of a family with her partner. What the hell had she been thinking? Fuck, her phone rang—her cell, not the office one—and with a tap to her Bluetooth, she connected the call. “Slade.”
“Have you destroyed the office yet, screwed up my system?” A smile spread across her lips at the sound of Eva’s voice.
“No, your files are completely intact, baby. Enjoying your personal day?”
“Yes, matter of fact I am, but I miss my sexy boss and wonder if she’s caffeinating enough to keep herself going.”
“Sexy boss? Should I be jealous?” Eva laughed.
“Yes, you should. There’s something about a woman in a suit that just does it for me.”
“What would your girlfriend think about this sexy boss you work for?” Smirking as the silence on the other end lengthened, she could almost picture Eva’s blush. “Speechless, Eva?”
“Girlfriend?” Her lover asked.
“Yes, what did you think you were?”
“I don’t know. I’m not going to complain about the girlfriend label.”
“I’m feeling the love, baby.” She looked around the empty office, her gaze stopping on the spot on the corner of her desk where Eva normally sat. “You ready to come back to work yet?” The chuckle on the other end of the line caused her to smile wider. Eva always seemed quick with a laugh or a grin. She found the sweetness of Eva’s disposition irresistible.
“Andrea, you only have three hours of office time left. I think you can survive.”
“Do you have to take days off?” she whined, and her woman chuckled louder. “You’re laughing at my pain. My girlfriend is supposed to adore me.”
“Aww, my poor baby can’t go a day without me.”
“No, I can’t, especially since I’ve had a taste.” She smirked at the gasp that morphed into a sexy little moan. “Got you thinking, baby?”
“I’ve done nothing but think about our weekend. It’s a wonder I get any work done with you just an office away.”
Tipping back in her chair, she lifted her feet to the desk. “Does that mean my woman wants a repeat performance?”
“Yes.”
“Come stay with me this weekend.”
She needed time with Eva. Hell, she wanted longer than a weekend.
“Yes,” Eva answered.
“You’re very agreeable.”
“I can say no if it makes me seem less easy.”
The statement would’ve rubbed her the wrong way if there hadn’t been an edge of amusement in Eva’s voice. “You are anything, but easy,” Andrea teased.
“What do you have planned for us?”
“Sappho, tomorrow night, so I can dance with you and show off my gorgeous woman. The rest of the weekend, we won’t leave my bed.” The thought of her lover in her bed made her want to start the weekend early. She rarely took days for herself. Why not do it to spend time with Eva?
“That sounds like a helluva plan. Should I pack a bag and bring it with me to work tomorrow?”
It danced on the tip of her tongue to tell Eva to be at her place when she got off work. They said patience was a virtue, yet she didn’t possess it. “And work clothes for Monday. You can leave your car in the garage for the weekend.”
“Okay, your wish is my command. I’ll plan for a long weekend.”
She closed her eyes and pictured the smile she could hear in Eva’s voice. Not much was happy-go-lucky in the world of a divorce attorney, but the woman made her days not so dismal.
“It’s a plan.”
The desk phone rang again and Andrea groaned.
“Back to work, boss lady. Call me when you get home.”
“It’s a date.” She reluctantly disconnected the call and reached for the still ringing phone. “Andrea Slade.”
Chapter Eleven
Eva squeezed their laced fingers and walked into a wall of oppressive heat. Sappho was packed to capacity, the temperature rising with body heat. While they pushed through the crowd, Andrea kept her tucked close to her side, and she grinned.
“Andrea!”
Her gaze shot to a familiar voice. Marley Young—close friend of Andrea’s, but the younger woman almost never showed at Sappho.
“Marley, hey!” The tall women hugged, one-armed, and pulled back. Andrea tugged her in front of her. “You remember Eva?”
Eva snorted with amusement. Andrea knew she’d gone on a date with Marley but had quickly discovered, even though they’d had a blast together, they didn’t mesh in the romance department.
“How could I forget such a beauty?”
Eva barely hid a grin.
Marley took her hand and brought it to her mouth, brushing a kiss over her knuckles. “I dated her first, remember?”
“Mine.” Andrea’s growl was low and harsh, vibrating against her back. It made the mischievous light in Marley’s eyes brighten. “One damn date doesn’t a relationship make.”
Marley’s left brow shot upward. “Were you keeping count?”
Eva had realized how the two women loved picking at each other the very first she’d come to Sappho with Artie. Nothing was off limits. The last time Eva hung out with them, they’d argued back and forth like children about who was sexier. A woman across the club had been staring at their table. If she hadn’t known the two women as well as she did it would have seemed the size of their egos would explode at any moment. Marley swore the woman was checking her out and playfully flexed for good measure. Andrea had rolled her eyes and adjusted her tie, giving the woman a wink.
She’d just sat back and watched the two make fools of themselves. Hormonal teenage Studs trapped in supposedly grownup female bodies. When the object of their attention had approached the table it had been to ask Eva to dance. Eva had laughed and pushed Andrea out of the booth to go dance leaving her two favorite women to stare and pout. A nip to her knuckles brought her attention back to them.
“Now, Andrea, I don’t see a ring on her precious finger. Besides, I’m sexier than you will ever hope to be, and I’m younger.” Marley’s shaggy, perfectly mussed hair framed a beautiful, makeup-free face. She reminded Eva of the actress who played Shane.
She bit the inside of her lips. Her woman removed Eva’s hand from Marley’s and wrapped herself around Eva. She leaned back into the slender body and didn’t even attempt to keep the goofy grin off her face as she stroked Andrea’s forearms with her fingertips.
“So, my friend, you finally got your shit together, huh?” Marley smiled, all signs of friendly harassment gone.
“Yeah, I did.” Andrea grinned back.
Eva shivered when Andrea pressed her face into the curve of her throat and brushed a teasing kiss to her skin.
“About damn time. We’ve watched you two dance a
round each other for too long. A few of us were planning an intervention. You hogged this beautiful woman. No one else had a chance.”
“A successful plan, if I do say so myself.”
Eva spun in Andrea’s arms, pretending to glare up at her. “You had a plan?”
Her lover smirked, nodding her head. “Oh, yeah, I called dibs.”
“Oh, really? Isn’t that interesting?” An evil smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she kept her gaze on her woman. She spoke over her shoulder. “Marley, how about a dance?”
“Hot damn!”
She squeaked as slim fingers grabbed her hips and tugged her toward the dance floor.
“Andrea, I want my usual.” Eva blew a kiss, and Andrea’s eyes narrowed. The frown on her face promised payback. She couldn’t wait.
Marley pulled her close as they began moving to the music, hips grinding, and the other woman’s hands everywhere. Marley increased the pressure on her hips and turned her, pressed tightly to her back. A palm very much like Andrea’s rested low on her belly, but the other woman didn’t make her heart race or make heat and wetness gather between her thighs.
Marley’s fingers began a slow, flirty trip south, and she grinned. One minute she moved against Marley’s trim frame, the next she peered up into a dark gaze glowing with jealousy. “What, ba—?”
Andrea’s lips slammed down onto hers, a tongue thrust roughly into her mouth.
Music faded, no one else existed. She clung to her lover while strong fingers gripped her hips with bruising force. Somewhere in the back of her desire-clouded brain, a loud chorus of damns and whistles swirled around her, but the only thing she cared about was the woman possessively holding her, claiming her for anyone to see. The kiss broke too suddenly, making her dizzy.
“We’re going home,” Andrea said.
She nodded in a daze and twirled in Andrea’s embrace. “We’re going home, Marley.”
Marley smirked. “That would be best. Don’t need to give everyone a show, not that I minded watching or would.”
Her face flamed, and she waved as Andrea drew her through the crowd, where she caught sight of Amy smiling and shaking her head.
They drove to Andrea’s apartment in silence, the car filled with tension, and she could barely breathe at the maddening caress of fingertips up and down her thigh. Never in her life had she found jealousy attractive, but the way Andrea had kissed her, held her, commanded they go home made her pussy clench painfully.
Pulling to a stop in the garage, she shifted found herself pinned by Andrea’s dark, heated stare. “I don’t like being jealous, Eva, but it’s become a habit when it comes to you. The thought of someone else touching you, the way Marley….”
The growl in her voice sent a shiver down Eva’s spine, left her pussy wet and aching. She craved Andrea’s touch, and it didn’t matter if it was fingertips or lips. She just needed the woman staring at her with white-hot desire, no one else.
“She doesn’t make me feel the way you do.”
“The moment you grinned when her hand neared, you knew it would be my undoing, didn’t you?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Eva, that won’t do. You can’t tease me and get away with it. Get upstairs.”
Dangerous—that was the only way to describe the emotion in dark-chocolate eyes. Her stomach knotted with nerves and arousal. The pulsing and tingling between her legs increased in intensity. Part of her thought she’d goaded her lover too far, but it didn’t change the frantic tempo her heart beat in her chest.
It seemed to take forever to make the journey from the garage to the apartment. Her lover’s gaze on her was as tangible as a caress. She stepped off the elevator, dying for a touch, and stopped in front of the door, the tall woman pressing in close behind her. Keys jingled, but soft lips nipping and sucking at her throat forced all thought away. One strong arm rested like a brace across the curve of her stomach, and Andrea used her lean body to force her over the threshold.
She shivered and lifted her arms to wrap around the back of Andrea’s neck, tilting her head to allow the woman’s lips and teeth greater access. Lids drifted shut with the pleasure yet flew open when the warmth and touch of her woman disappeared. Twisting on her toes, her heart almost stopped at the sight of Andrea leaning back against the door, her weight causing the lock to click.
“Undress, Eva.” The tone made it clear this wasn’t a request.
She worked the buttons on her shirt loose, swallowing hard. She shook hard, darting a wary glimpse at Andrea, but the woman only nodded. She bent to lift the legs of her jeans and unzipped her knee-high boots. Her mind blanked, her heart kicking up a frantic pace.
“Andrea?” She chewed her lip nervously, shifting her feet while she released the front catch of her bra, the last of her cover.
“I want you to go to the couch and lean over it. You’re going to wait there until I come back. Say you understand.”
“Yes, I understand.” She complied with the woman’s command, marched to the black leather sofa, and bent forward. The cool leather against her warm skin made her shiver. Exposed, her ass in the air, a cool breeze blew across her overheated, wet pussy. The ring of boots on the metal winding metal staircase went up. It seemed an eternity until they descended.
“You’re so sexy. Full, perfect, just the way a woman is supposed to be. But I’m going to teach you it’s not nice to tease. Arms behind your back.”
She swallowed and tried to take deep breaths, but her head swam with lack of oxygen. Games had never been part of her boring, vanilla-sex life. She’d secretly wanted wilder, hotter, but her ex—no, he wasn’t a factor. No one else but her and her sexy lover existed here. Bracing her stomach on the couch, she brought her arms back and laced her fingers at the small of her back.
Smooth, cool fabric looped around her wrists; the ends of the tie or scarf teased over her skin, and then Andrea tied it. Tight enough to restrain, but not enough to restrict blood flow. Palms stroked over one ass cheek and the other. She pushed her hips into the gentle caress but instead received a stinging slap. The pleasure/pain sent chill bumps over her entire body. Gentle, soothing caresses eased the pain for a moment but another slap to one cheek followed…then to the other.
When it repeated, she cried out and whimpered. She spread her legs farther apart, her ass burned from her lover’s spanking. Andrea leaned over her, and she moaned at the slight pain when the front of her lover’s jeans grazed the raw, abused skin, but her nipples hardened further. She writhed, tugging at the fabric binding her wrists. “Andrea, please.”
“You’re so beautiful. What do you want, baby?”
“You.”
“No, tell me what you want.”
She’d never heard that particular tone from her friend and lover before tonight. Commanding and in complete control. “Touch me.”
“Where? Tell me what you want. Don’t be shy with me.” The growly rasp of Andrea’s voice made her clench, and wetness flowed down her thighs, tickling her skin. She shifted, squeezing her legs together, trying to relieve the ache.
“Touch my pussy, lips, tongue, fingers…I don’t care. I need to come.” Her eyes burned with tears of need. She’d never wanted or needed something or someone so much.
Andrea’s mouth opened on her nape, the sharp edge of teeth stroked down the shallow valley of her spine. Her woman nipped at the small of her back and then she let out a shaky sigh. Warm breath fanned her swollen pussy. She yelped at sharp bites to her ass that sent ecstasy burning through her veins.
“Easy, baby. I’ll give you what you want, but first….” Fabric rustled, followed by the sound of leather through a brass buckle and then the hiss of a zipper.
She peered over her shoulder. Andrea knelt behind her, her lean form bare. Leaning in, her lover licked her pussy. She lost her mind. Warm, wet lips wrapped around her clit—no tease, no buildup, just a full-on assault.
Her hips slammed backward, her body bowing as she lifted onto her
toes. The pleasure was too much; she let out high keening cries. Andrea licked and sucked, popping on and off her painfully sensitive clit. Long, slender fingers kneaded her cheeks, thumbs circling her clasping opening, thrusting and spreading her apart.
“Andrea…fuck, too much. Oh God! I’m gonna…. No!” She wavered on the cusp of going over. But, then, her lover stopped, the loss of contact a shock to her system.
Her shaking hips jerked, forcing her to regain the contact of mere seconds before. Her nails dug into her palms.
“Not so quick, baby,” Andrea crooned. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
In some part of her barely functioning brain, she sensed Andrea rise to her feet. Her flat tummy pressed to her ass.
“Yes!” Those strong, awe-inspiring fingers stroked along her slit, dipping inside. She wanted faster, harder, she wanted to come, but Andrea kept up the gentle, frustrating rhythm. She rolled her hips, rubbed against the hand teasing her. The tightening low in her belly built in a slow, agonizing pace toward release.
The fingers not working her clit with feather-light touches moved to untie the strip of cloth binding her arms. The pressure around her wrists eased. She straightened, and Andrea’s arms circled her. Strong hands cupped her breasts and tugged at hard nipples, twisting and plucking, and she rubbed against Andrea. Turning her head with her eyes closed, she blindly searched for her lover’s lips. A desperate kiss followed, a frenzied tangle of tongues with no subtlety. She couldn’t get close enough.
The kiss broke and Eva opened her eyes. Andrea crouched down and picked something up. Her stomach muscles tightened, a tingle grew when Andrea slipped a leather harness between her thighs and secured leather straps through buckles resting on her hips.
She reached out to touch Andrea. She needed to stroke every inch of skin she could reach. She leaned in, sucking at hard, tiny nipples, grazing them with her teeth. Eva dragged her own aching nipples across her woman’s flat stomach.
Overcome with lust, but still nervous, she pulled back far enough to study Andrea. The small smile the taller woman bestowed on her eased her nerves a little, and Andrea led her to the other side of the couch. Dragged down onto her lover’s lap, Eva straddled slender thighs.