Page 67 of Push & Pull
“I came here to hang out with you, not Daria or her stripping friend.”
“Marguerite,” Simone said with a snort. “Don’t forget her name. It’s very important.”
“Your sarcasm is duly noted.” Petra pulled herself in front of Simone, pressing her back firmly against the wall. While Simone had dated women shorter than her before, Petra was the first whose demeanor made up for what she lacked in physical height. Simone hardly noticed how much she had to hunch down or how far Petra had to stand on her toes for their foreheads to touch. “I’ve also noted that your sarcastic barriers will only hold up so long against me.”
“You could be with anyone else tonight,” Simone said. “Why me? Do you think you owe me or something?”
“Oweyou?Honey, if it was like that, we would have canceled each other out by now. I don’t owe anybody my body. You don’t owe anybody the same thing. We’re here because we want to be. Why fight it?”
Why fight it, indeed?
Simone was the one who succumbed first. As her lips landed on Petra’s and her arms wrapped around the woman who felt like a second chance, they rocked in place before hitting the wall again.
I don’t care why she’s here.Simone welcomed that familiar sensation of getting in too deep. The first kiss was often the first hit of something strong, anyway.I don’t care where she came from.Her mother would have suggested that Petra might be a granted wish. The reason she appeared out of nowhere when Simone needed her most wasn’t a coincidence.
They were right where the universe wanted them to be.
“Très belle!” Daria had found them, but she was in no hurry to crash their party. Nor was Simone pushing Petra away as they were caught in the act. “I understand everything now.” She patted Petra on the back and waved to Simone. “I leave you two alone. Maybe see you around!”
She may have flitted away like a fairy with business elsewhere, but Simone still felt Daria’s presence, as if someone knowing about Petra and Simone being a thing was cause for concern.
Petra was the one who decided it didn’t matter. “I’ve got a question.”
How could Simone think about anything other than the finger playing with the hem of the camisole? “It better be good, considering I could use a distraction right now.”Your kisses are amazing distractions.
Nothing got her going like the big, diabolical grins that liked to crack across Petra’s face. “How do you feel about spanking?”
She might as well have asked if Simone liked having her toes dipped in acid. “It’s not my favorite.”
“So you’ve tried it?”
“You might be shocked to know that not all of my friends are wayless heiresses. I’ve got quite the cohort of kinky busybodies on the other end of the spectrum.”
“So you’vetriedit?”
Simone wrinkled her nose, but she wasn’t about to push Petra away. “Not with someone like you.”
“Someone like me?”
“You know…” Arms looped around Petra’s shoulders. Yet as Simone attempted to leap into her companion’s embrace, she was sorely reminded of their height and strength difference. Before they both crashed backward, she drew Petra toward the wall again. “Someone who gets how I tick. God. Don’t tell me you’re fantasizing aboutspankingme.”
“Maaaaybe. Love taps?”
“Love taps?”
As if to prove her point, Petra slapped her hand down on Simone’s hip. Her grip as she squeezed Simone’s ass? The stuff of legends. “I think I could get you to come around. We could take it slow tonight.” There was nothing slow about how Petra kissed the white of Simone’s stretching throat.This is how you get me to go with whatever you’re planning.For better or worse. “For me, huh?”
“On one condition.”
“Name it, babe.”
Simone had to staunch the constant flow of kisses to her throat and clavicle to get Petra to take her seriously. “I get to give you a hard spank back before it’s over.”
“Works for me.”
“Really, huh?”
“Just because I’m the top of your dreams doesn’t mean I don’t like sipping my own medicine sometimes. With the right woman, that is.” Petra’s hands framed Simone’s face. “You’re the right woman.”
