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Sloan drank in the visual gracing the candlelit table. Leah was more than a frilly cupcake adorning a chair in a five-star restaurant. She was a grown woman with her own needs. Her own hopes and desires. She had a history Sloan knew nothing about, like Leah knew nothing about Sloan’s sordid past.If she were really my girlfriend, I would tell her where that bracelet came from.That was the difference between a lover and a partner. The lover only received the outcome of Sloan’s past. She didn’t know how it came to be.
Pink lace. Cinched waist. Soft legs and rouged cheeks. Curly hair and a hint of freckles. None of it was unfamiliar to Sloan. The only foreign thing was that look in Leah’s eyes.
She wants to fuck me. She wants to love me.
“Do you think I’m someone who can give you everything you want?”
Leah didn’t sit back. Her perfume was light enough to only be detected now. Cherry blossoms. God, it would be pink cherry blossoms to round out this floral look. “I don’t know that yet. But I hoped…” Leah averted her eyes. “I’ve been trying to waylay any feelings I have for you. In case it doesn’t work out.” She pushed her arms together. Did she know that amplified her cleavage? “Yet I think we complement each other. I’ve always dreamed of having someone who understood what makes me the way I am.”
“Submissive?”
Leah nodded. “It’s something I’ve always been at peace with, but it’s difficult to explain to other people. If I try, they think I’m weak, or that I’m a pushover. The truth is…”
“You want someone to take control and release you from the burdens of everyday life.” Sloan hated how well she understood that. “You said so yourself – you get off on making people like me happy. You like following orders and achieving someone else’s vision. You’re a follower.” She meant that with nothing but respect. Every leader needed at least a few followers to keep the world turning.
Leah sheepishly smiled. “I’d like to make you happy right now.”
“Right now, huh?” So happened the waiter chose that moment to bring them their dessert. “Where’s the restroom?” she kindly asked him.
As soon as he walked away again, Sloan took Leah by the hand and pulled her out of her seat.
Chapter 22
“Excuse me.” Sloan politely shoved aside a waiter on her way to the women’s restroom. “Wardrobe malfunction coming through.”
Leah could barely keep up with the long strides powering them both across the gallery. Half the diners looked up from their meals to see the commotion. Few were prepared to witness a woman in a lacy pink dress be pulled along by a taller woman in a blazing blond wig.
Wardrobe malfunction. That’s a good one.Sloan threw open the door leading to the restrooms. The quiet hallway was empty, save for an attendant standing outside the men’s room. He nodded to Sloan before realizing she had someone attached to her hip – and they were clocking in at fifty miles an hour.
“Excuse us. She has a tear in her skirt. It’s tragic.” Sloan opened the women’s restroom door and hustled Leah inside. “It’s going to be a few minutes.” She shut the door behind them – and locked it.
Leah melted like a creamsicle beneath Sloan’s heat when one pushed the other up against the wall. The throw rug on the marble floors tangled behind Sloan’s boots as she hoisted up Leah’s skirt and covered her throat and face in the harried kind of kisses that powered scandalous decisions.Eat your heart out, fuck-face reporter.Sloan had never been so famished for another woman before. If they had to do it in a ritzy bathroom, then so-fucking-be it.
“It may not be the back room at the club,” Sloan said between her kisses, “but it’ll have to do.”
Leah bit her lip so hard that Sloan struggled to kiss it again. “I want to see what you have in your pants.”
“Now you’re all into it? After being so shocked earlier?”
“Shocked isn’t the same thing as put-off.”
“I suppose not.” Leah fumbled with the zipper on Sloan’s pants. “Except itisthe same thing as intrigued.”
“Is it?”
“No idea.”
Sloan didn’t have time to laugh at Leah’s ever-moving thoughts. Once the sight of her surprise was in Leah’s hand, everything changed.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Sloan said, an extra bite lacing her words. “Let’s get this done quickly so we can go eat our cake.”Although I’d like to eat this cake first.Maybe she would. That dress begged Sloan to rip it apart and consume everything beneath it.
Leah slammed her hand against her girlfriend’s chest before they could kiss again. “Wait,” she said, hesitation a one-way affair. “I want to do you.”
“Are you nuts? Look at you. How am I supposed to say no to this?” Sloan grabbed one of Leah’s breasts. The way her girlfriend seized beneath the touch, shivers of delight passing between them, was the shit Heaven rained upon the earth every time the clouds covered the sky. “My face should be in these right now, and something better be inside of you. I’ll let you pick whatever will make you come the hardest.”
“I don’t want to come yet.” Leah removed the hand on her chest. “I want to make you come instead.”
“What’s this about?” Leah wasn’t usually this aggressive about what kind of games they played. She was a follower, after all. She made requests, but in the end, Sloan was the one calling the shots and guiding the events along their natural paths. Right now, the path said“Throw her against the wall and fuck her brains out.”Who was she to ignore the fucking path? “Don’t you want your reward for thinking about me so much these past two weeks?” That should appeal to her nature.
