Lesbian Boss (Sapphic Sweethearts #5)

7.

Hillary

S he kisses me, and I kiss her back.

It’s like magic.

It’s like heaven.

It’s like everything I’ve ever wanted.

My hands are in her long, red hair, and then I cup her face as I kiss her over and over and over.

And over.

And over.

And more.

“You’re perfect,” I say, whispering the words that have been trapped within me.

“No,” she says, but she kisses me again.

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“Shut up,” I say, and then I kiss her again.

Desire fills me, welling up inside. I need her more than I’ve needed anything in a very, very long time. I know that I shouldn’t be doing this, that it’s wrong, but somehow, I can’t bring myself to stop, so I don’t.

For once, I just want to be with her. I don’t want to worry about what’s right, or what’s okay, or what’s wrong.

I just want her.

When I finally pull back, I’ve lost all semblance of time. I’m not sure whether it’s been ten minutes or ten hours, and I don’t really care.

Emily looks messy, used.

Adored.

Yearned for.

“Wow,” she says.

“Wow,” I say.

And then I kiss her again. My hands are on her waist, but I slide them up and cup her breasts. She moves her hands everywhere: my hair, my ass, my hips. I spin us, pushing her against the wall, pinning her in place.

She groans.

I almost come right then.

Emily is everything I’ve ever wanted. Right now, I can’t explain why the two of us actually aren’t together. Is there really a reason? Is there something keeping us apart? I can’t think of anything.

She nips me, biting my lower lip, and it’s my turn to groan.

“Feisty,” I say.

“Kiss me more,” she says, so I do.

I kiss her lips, I kiss her forehead, I kiss her cheeks. I kiss her neck, sucking on it.

I shouldn’t leave a mark.

I don’t leave a mark.

Soon my mouth is back on hers, dominating her, and every part of my body feels like it’s burning up.

I need her so fucking much.

“Please,” she says, and I kiss her again. Now my hand is on the outside of her thigh. She steps, opening her legs, and I accept the invitation. My hand dances over the front of her leg, sliding to the inside. Slowly, I move my palm up, cupping her between her legs, rubbing her soft pussy over her pants.

“Fucking perfect,” I say.

She’s everything, and I can’t handle it.

Soon Emily is grinding against my hand, and her breath hitches. She’s close. Am I going to make her come right here in the damn conference room? I might be able to make her come right here in the conference room.

“I...”

I kiss her again. I don’t stop moving my hand. She’s still moving in time with me. Her breathing deepens. She’s hot and bothered and wild for me, and I feel the same damn way about her.

“Come for me,” I say.

“Hillary, I...”

“Fall apart for me, baby. Let me see you.”

I want her to come. I want to see what her face looks like when she’s having an orgasm. I want all of it and more. I need her.

“Be a good girl for me,” I say. “Come.”

That does it.

She melts, sinking down against me as her climax washes over her. Her eyes flutter closed, and I kiss her through the orgasm, kiss her as she groans against my mouth. I don’t take my hand away. I don’t move until the last bit of pleasure has been wrung from her body.

Then I take a step back, and I smile at her.

Fuck.

She’s so perfect.

Emily smiles up at me.

“That was so fucking hot,” I say.

“I know,” she says, and then a look of horror comes over her face. She doesn’t even need to speak for me to know what she’s about to say.

It was wrong.

We shouldn’t have.

We lost control.

All of these things are true, but it doesn’t matter. Why are we really fighting this thing? I’m into her, she’s into me, and we could be so, so great together.

We could be wild.

“I didn’t...I don’t...” She shakes her head and holds her hands up. “What do we do now?”

“Nothing,” I say. My head starts to clear. We shouldn’t have done that, obviously, and probably, we can’t do it again.

“Nothing can happen between us again,” she says.

She’s right. I don’t want her to be. I want to say fuck the rules. I want to say forget the policies, the procedures.

I’m her boss, of course, and she’s...

Fuck.

She’s everything.

I’ve started to fall for her laughs and giggles, her jokes and puns. Emily makes me smile in ways I haven’t smiled in so very long.

“Nothing can happen,” I finally say.

Shit.

I don’t want to say this.

Emily nods.

“Right. Of course.”

“It’s not you,” I say.

“Oh, boss,” Emily pastes on a smile. “It’s always me.”

She stares at me for a long moment. It takes every bit of self-control I still have not to reach for her, not to tug her into my arms.

I don’t reach for her, though.

I don’t say anything.

Finally, she leaves the conference room, but I stay behind. I find myself staring at the door long after she’s gone.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Just what the hell am I supposed to do?

Luckily, I don’t have to worry for long because a moment later, Jessica walks in. She looks me up and down, raises an eyebrow, and says, “You look like you could use a drink.”

“Try five,” I say.

“Let’s go.”