10. Chapter 10 #2
It took exactly thirty seconds for Luca to finally see her standing in her office doorway. By that time, she was nearly finished with her phone call, but her turned chair prevented her from getting the full view of Sarah Clayborn taking up space in her office.
“…I have to go, Smith. Seriously. Send me an email, and we’ll wrap it up in the morning.
” Luca turned off her phone and tossed it onto her desk.
Was she waiting for me? I could almost believe it.
That was if Sarah didn’t know how these rich business heads operated – the hours were not for the faint of heart. “Sarah.”
Not a growl. Not a command. Not even a friendly greeting. Sarah kept her arms crossed, protecting her chest from Luca’s prying eyes. She’s seen them. My tits, that is. Grabbed them, sucked them, shoved her face between them… did she think about it often? As often as Sarah dreamed about her in bed?
“Working late as well, Ms. Blackbourne?”
“If you didn’t come here to make some things up to me,” Luca picked up a remote and smashed her thumb against a big red button, “then I wish you hadn’t come to torture me at all.”
She entered, making sure the door was locked behind her.
She briefly glanced at the security camera in the corner of the room, turned off with the aid of that remote.
Sly. She probably didn’t know about the tiny cameras the Moreaus kept in other corners of the room.
Or maybe she did. Maybe she didn’t care, like Sarah didn’t care.
By the time she reached Luca’s desk, Sarah had pulled the bouquet card out of her pocket and prepared to drop it in Luca’s wide lap.
For a woman who refused to make eye contact with her, Luca sure was keen on taking that card and crumpling it in her hand. “What do you want from me?” she muttered.
Sarah leaned against the desk, arms still crossed. “I want you to understand that I am not your girlfriend. I am not your public arm candy. I am not, and never will be, your wife.”
Elbow leaning against the arm of her chair, Luca blasted the full power of her gaze in Sarah’s direction. The missing jacket was a nice touch. That white dress shirt and solid black chain around her throat were liable to do unspeaking things to Sarah if she let them.
If she let them.
Instead, she’d fuck with Luca a little longer. Sarah also wore a white blouse beneath her jacket. She didn’t need the jacket anymore. Things were hot in there.
“What do I want? What I want most is something you can’t give me.”
“Then tell me what I can give you.”
Sarah bent down, hands gripping the arms of Luca’s chair. If she had her wig on, it would brush against her face, her chest, even her lap. But this wasn’t Angel looming over Luca. This was Sarah, a woman who hadn’t allowed herself to lust after, let alone pursue, anyone in a year.
“Guess what you can give me, Lu. Take a wild guess.”
“God,” she said with an exasperated chuckle, “you finally called me Lu.”
Sarah popped open the next two buttons on her blouse. A hint of a white bra poked through. Of course, those blazing blue eyes went right to her cleavage. “Does that turn you on?”
“Everything you do turns me on, apparently.”
“Turns you on more than Angel did?”
“Who?”
“Don’t play with me like that.” Sarah straddled her lap, fingers tugging on Luca’s necklace. When Sarah lost interest in that, she pried apart the top of Luca’s dress shirt and indulged in the heavenly sensation of her chest. “You know who. The other me you fucked.”
“Did a damn good job, too.”
“Did you, now?” She flicked Luca’s nose. “I recall being left without, honestly.”
“I would never.”
“Just like yesterday, when you refused to fuck me?”
“Never in my life thought I’d meet a woman who didn’t care about privacy.”
“Let me guess. You’ve arranged it now.”
“Like the responsible adult that I am.” Luca tilted her head back, inviting Sarah to kiss her. “Check my pocket. I’ve got an apartment key with your name on it.”
“I believe you.” Sarah pulled Luca’s shirt open.
Heaven help me, because I can already tell how wet I am for her.
As much as she wanted to submit to the situation, she had to stay looming over Luca, in charge, dominant.
She wasn’t dominating the woman, though.
Just the situation. “Except I hate having to wait.”
“Now, Sarah…”
“I’m infertile,” she spat. “I can’t get pregnant.
You want to know what part of my deal is?
Well, guess what. Even if you were a man dumb enough to sleep with me, as you imply, I’m not trying to trap anybody.
I’m not out to find a sugar mama, daddy, anything.
Everyone thinks I’m only into guys. None of you have any idea how many women and those flying off the binary I’ve been with in the past year.
I don’t care what you have in your pants.
Although…” Sarah ran her hands across Luca’s chest, allowing herself to indulge in the pleasant curve of those breasts still wrapped in a simple bra.
“What you have under your buttons…” She loved chests.
Flat chests. Big chests. Hard chests, soft chests, big nipples, small nipples, pink, brown, real, fake…
I’m the Dr. Seuss of chests. “Fuck me to find out more fun facts. I’ll tell you who was the star of New York’s Pride-bang last June.
” She lowered her voice as she purred, “Me.”
Luca’s expression changed almost instantly. Gone was the lackadaisical countenance of a woman about to get laid. “It’s about more than that.”
“I’m clean.”
“Sarah,” she said, “when we met, you approached me for casual, unprotected sex in a public place using a persona that suggested you did such things regularly. I was dumb for indulging you as much as I did like that. You deserve to be treated better. Even if it’s just casual between us, I want to treat you better. That’s just all it is.”
No, it wasn’t. Things were never “just” anything. Everything had a meaning, a presumption, an acknowledgment of a common truth. Sarah knew that her reasons were toxic bullshit. She didn’t care.
It empowered her. That was what she cared about.
She didn’t expect Luca to understand. Sarah didn’t need her to understand. She was a pawn, like Sarah was. Two people who wanted to fuck. Horny pawns.
“Fuck me, Lu.” She lowered herself onto Luca’s lap. Their pants were still zipped up, but she could feel the energy building between their bodies. “I know you want to.”
“You really have no idea.”
“Why?” Sarah’s arms slipped down her back, hands suspended and clenched in the air. “Why do you want to fuck me so badly when you could have any other woman? Is it because I’m playing hard to get?”
As her arms slipped over her shoulders, Luca’s hands slipped down Sarah’s spine and tucked into her pants.
Heavy-handed fingers rubbed the top of her ass.
That’s right. Touch me. “If I wanted every woman who plays hard to get as much as I want you, I would die. Actually, literally, die. Can’t handle it. ”
“So then why?”
“You really want to know?”
She ground her hips against Luca’s. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.”
“I have no answer. I simply do.” Luca hoisted her up, that quick leap of power almost sending Sarah into the stratosphere. “I have to have you.”
“Did you feel the same way the first time we met?”
“I honestly like Sarah more than I like Angel.”
That was not the answer she expected, but it was enough to make Sarah kiss her.
The way Luca grabbed her through her clothes, brought her closer, made easy, gentle love to her lips, made Sarah shudder in anticipation.
She half expected Luca to stop and invite her over to her apartment.
To dinner. To take-out and make-outs. But she didn’t.
Luca kissed her with more ferocity, biting her lip and lightly thrusting hips up between Sarah’s legs.
“Seduction style is very similar, though.”
Sarah laughed. “That’s not all that can be very similar.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it.” Luca did not stop her when Sarah fussed with those pants and rubbed Luca through her underwear. “At all.”
Sarah licked her earlobe, creating a crazy trail of shudders through her powerful body. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Don’t hold back.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Luca reached into her deepest pocket and pulled out a silver box. It landed without pomp on her desk. One hand fumbled with the latch while she focused most of her attention on kissing Sarah.
Sarah closed the box, assuming it was where Luca stashed the kind of things that just got in the way of sex.
“Let’s not take the focus off us,” she said.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Luca sighed. “You’re not, are you?”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“You don’t even know what it is.”
“What the hell is there to know about when I know how much you want me?”
Luca kissed her. A distraction to keep Sarah from noticing that Luca had shoved her.
Down, down onto her knees.
“This wasn’t good enough for you yesterday.” That didn’t stop Sarah from grabbing Luca’s hips and pulling them to the edge of the office chair, though. Or stop her from undoing Luca’s pants to get them off her legs.
“That was yesterday,” Luca said with a hush. “Today, I’ll take whatever I can get.”
Sarah didn’t hold back from rubbing her thumb against Luca’s slit while her other hand was busy removing those stupid clothes. She pressed so hard against Luca’s mound that the woman’s knuckles turned white on the arms of her chair. “Bitch. I offered you my cunt.”
“Whatever I can get on my terms.”
This bullshit meant only one thing. Oh, she would drown in Luca’s pussy. Sarah would eat that kitty until it couldn’t take anymore. But she would do it with a fierce gaze locked on Luca’s eyes, so she understood how finished Sarah was with her.
Why oh why, then, did the experience have to be so good?
She did anything she could to get Luca off as quickly as possible, but that only made her ornerier as well. Why did Luca get what she wanted, but not Sarah? And why did she fall for it? Why was she indulging in this stupid whim when she could be demanding her own pleasure?