Chapter 64
Chapter sixty-four
Rosa’s phone beeped—a text from Billy.
Billy: I’ve got two hours free. Wanna hang out and…??
Heat flushed up Rosa’s neck and she waved her hand to cool her face.
Roger was in his office upstairs. She’d never really considered how different it was to be working in someone else’s home until now, sat at his dining table in a room that was very much her space and not a place for entertaining guests.
Rosa: I’m at work.
Billy’s reply came instantly.
Billy: So am I, but everyone else is in a meeting and I’m all caught up on work, so I can sneak an extra hour for lunch and meet you anywhere.
“Damn it,” Rosa muttered. Her body was already responding. She checked her watch. It was lunchtime, and Roger was writing, which meant he wouldn’t come out of the office until he was done—and that could be hours.
She tapped out an email letting him know she was popping out, grabbed her keys and phone, and paused at the hallway mirror, checking her reflection and smoothing her hair. Then she left before common sense told her to stop being ridiculous.
Rosa: Your place or mine?
Billy: Mine’s closer.
Rosa pressed the button and unlocked her car. Jumping inside, she started the engine, fingers tapping the steering wheel as she waited for a car to stop and let her out. When the road was clear, she pulled away, sending a last text at the first red light.
Rosa: Put it on.
Billy’s reply was simply a thumbs-up.
Billy got home like a woman possessed. She stripped off her suit jacket, unbuttoned her shirt and trousers, letting them all land on the floor before remembering she had to go back to work.
Quickly, she found a hanger and hung them up, then pulled off her underwear and found the harness. She inched the soft leather up her thighs, tightening the cold buckle against her skin. Slipping the dildo into place, she reached for the lube.
The doorbell rang and she grinned, racing down the hall. She checked the peephole to make sure it was Rosa. She opened the door quickly, and pulled Rosa inside before anyone got a glimpse of her nakedness.
“I got here as quickly—” Rosa’s words were cut off by a forceful kiss, her mouth engulfed as Billy’s fingertips inched her dress up.
“I want you so much,” Billy husked against her ear as she turned Rosa and pressed her against the wall, underwear already yanked down. “Open for me.”
The words were like a magic spell Rosa couldn’t ignore. Her foot moved, creating space, her backside now naked and pressed backwards.
She groaned with want at the first touch of the toy against her body, adjusting as Billy guided it, and pushed into her, slow and controlled. Rosa’s breath caught at the sensation of fullness, her body arching back, hungry for more.
“I need you,” Rosa gasped. “Harder.”
Billy complied, driving into her, relentless and sure. One hand pressed against the wall on top of Rosa’s, the other gripping her lover’s waist so tight there would be bruises.
“Don’t stop,” Rosa pleaded.
And she didn’t. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Rosa clung to the feeling, desperate to hold onto Billy—to this—for as long as she could.
“Fuck.” Rosa tensed, her entire body locked in and ready to implode with that one final thrust. When Billy’s hand moved away from hers and reached around, fighting with the dress to get beneath the material, Rosa tried to focus solely on the toy, but then she felt her clit pinched and pressed and rubbed, and there was no way back.
A sob broke loose as Rosa’s hand reached back, nails digging into Billy’s hip. Her mind went white-hot, the world narrowing to Billy’s touch and the heat between them. She cried out, Billy’s name on her lips as she came with the force of something she hadn’t felt—maybe ever.
Billy didn’t stop. She kept the movements going until Rosa felt the sensation build again.
“One more for me…”