Page 79 of The Floral Arrangement

“You are so fucking hot,” she said, her voice husky.

The sight of Roz, hair mussed and eyes ablaze, those gorgeous red lips only inches from mine, sent another rush of desire over me.

“That was incredible.” I cupped her chin with my hand and ran my thumb along her cheek before leaning in to kiss her.

Our tongues slipped into each other’s mouths, my hands running down Roz’s chest and over her breasts, down to the small of her back where I pulled her even closer to me.

“Can I…” I murmured, in between kisses. Nerves whirled in my stomach. What if I couldn’t make Roz come? But the thought of not trying, of not exploring her body and at least attempting to bring her pleasure, was even worse.

“Yes. But not here.”

I pulled back and looked around Sapphire Blooms, my eye catching on the rococo-style chaise lounge covered in cream fabric with gold wooden trimming in the back corner of the shop. Designed for customers to rest their weary feet, it wasn’t long enough for Roz to lie flat on, but she could lean against the raised end with her knees bent while I had my way with her. Perfect.

“The chaise lounge?”

Roz stepped back, eyed the chaise lounge, and then nodded. She pulled her jacket off the counter and handed it to me. “You can put this on, just in case anyone walks past.”

“Thank you.” I slipped my arms into the soft material, the faint scent of cedar tickling my nose.

Roz’s gaze travelled over my body, now partially cloaked by her black jacket, which fell to my upper thigh, barely covering my ass.

“It suits you,” she said, approval clear in her voice.

I grabbed her hand and led her to the chaise lounge.

“You won’t be needing this,” I said, my voice teasing as I tugged at her shirt, letting it fall to the ground. I slid my hands around her back and undid her bra. “Or this.”

Her bra slipped off, revealing small firm breasts. I stared at them in awe, tracing my fingers around their curves and then up to her mauve nipples, which hardened at my touch. To my delight, Roz let out a small moan, so I continued my exploration.

Roz’s moans amplified. I dropped my gaze to her pants, my heart thumping. I slowly trailed my fingers down her smooth stomach to the button on the waistband of her navy trousers. Hands trembling again, I undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

Her trousers dropped to her knees, revealing plain black boy shorts underneath.

“Sit,” I said, trying to channel confidence.

Roz obeyed, and I crouched down at her feet, untying the laces of her tan oxford shoes and easing them off before slipping her trousers the rest of the way off.

I looked up at Roz while I knelt in front of her. A thrill, equal parts nerves and excitement, shot through me. For one night only, this cool, sexy woman, who looked like an androgynous queen, her long limbs on glorious display, was mine.

“How do you want me?” she asked.

I licked my lips, barely able to contain my desire. It was clear from Roz’s question that I was in control now. As terrifying as it was, it was also titillating.

“Lie back there,” I said, nodding to the sloping arm of the lounge.

Roz followed my direction. She looked even more regal, lying back on the cream upholstery, watching me with an expectant and slightly amused glint in her eye. Perhaps she liked being ordered around a little too.

I straddled her waist, relieved to find there was just enough room on the chaise lounge for my legs on either side of hers, and bent over her, some wisps of hair falling out of my updo and hanging between us.

I pressed my lips to hers and ran a hand through her hair while propping myself on the opposite elbow to steady my body. Roz’s mouth parted, and the kiss turned hungry, our tongues dipping in and out of each other’s mouths. I dropped my hand to her chest, cupping one of her breasts while I rolled my thumb over her nipple until she moaned into my mouth.

I slipped my hand lower still, running it over her boy shorts and between her legs, groaning at the wetness soaking through the material.

“As you may have noticed, I don’t need a lot of foreplay,” Roz said, a smile twitching against my mouth.

I ran my fingers lightly over the wetness, circling the space a few times.

“Actually, scrap that.” Roz breathed heavily. “I don’t need any foreplay.”

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