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Alicia grabbed the edge of the desk and kept her knees in the air. It was the only way to counteract the strong thrusts slamming into her, searching for her innermost place she may or may not have brushed against before. The sheer barbaric magnitude of the moment had Alicia wondering if this was how the cavewomen did it thousands of years ago.How strange. They wore some of the nicest clothes either owned, and this room had to be worth a million dollars itself, but in the end? Base creatures. Both of them.
Danica never said a word. The only sounds she made were grunts and groans that added nothing but ambiance to the moment. Alicia wanted to say all the words coming to her head. Words like,“Yes, yes, that’s it fuck me like that!”and,“Oh my God, ma’am, you’re absolutely fucking amazing and I don’t want you to stop!”Yet she never said these words. It seemed wrong. Forced. The wrong thing to add to such a heated moment like this.
They both communicated with their eyes. No matter how hard Danica took her, how loud she was, or how quick or drawn out her thrusts became, not once did she break eye contact. When Alicia tried to push herself up on her elbows, Danica pushed her back down, hands holding open Alicia’s legs and pinning her to the desk.That’s it, Alicia.You’re a passive part of this. Your job is to be fucked and reap the benefits.
The biggest benefit, aside from how powerful such a union was, culminated in the pit of her stomach before expanding to the rest of her body.
“Fuck!” she cried, an unexpected orgasm tearing through parts unknown. Alicia had to close her eyes. Had to retreat into hermind where she could properly appreciate the moment. She was nothing more than a woman with torn clothes being fucked by one of the most powerful women she had ever met – and it was amazing.
One moment, Alicia was lost in the movements of sex, and the next, her body was marked by the only woman to touch her. Would she ever get over how exciting it was? How it made her convulse for a few seconds, eyelids fluttering and mouth falling open in a soundless scream? Her hands searched for Danica’s chest, firm, warm, and giving away beneath her tunic dress.
It was all sealed with a kiss, like last time. The woman may fuck Alicia like she was another young body to cross her path, but her tendency to end every experience with a soft, heavy kiss to her lips never went unappreciated. Alicia also appreciated her staying with her even more.I’ve never felt this intimate with anyone before. As the endorphins released from her brain… she tricked herself into thinking that this was real.
Thattheywere real.
Without a word, Danica pulled away, taking her body and her sweet kisses somewhere else. Alicia’s legs dropped with little pomp. It was over.
Alicia rode the elevator down alone. She could have waited for Ms. Clayborn to accompany her, but it didn’t take rocket science to figure out how to get to the lobby. All she needed was a call ahead to the driver to take her home, compliments of Ms. Danica Moreau.
Danica.
Even though Alicia had already gussied up in one of the many bathrooms, she still gave herself a once-over in the elevatormirror.That’s the face of a woman who is used for sex.She was numb to the idea. Even so, it might have been nice of the woman to at least get her dinner.
“Thank you for sharing your limited time with me, Ms. Colbert.”Those were Danica’s parting words as she pulled her dress back into place and regained her composure.“Perhaps I shall inquire about you again. Don’t worry. I have your number, should I need it.”
Well. How nice of her. Once Alicia came down from her high, she couldn’t help but resent Danica. A little. She knew what it was going to be like before they got started.
Still… could have bought me dinner.
She sighed. Danica would never properly date her. She would use Alicia for booty calls, and she would either go along with it or jettison Danica forever. There were probably other women she booty called as well. Alicia wasn’t special. Just her latest obsession.I figure I’ve got one hookup left before she realizes she’s tired of me.
The elevator doors opened. Alicia checked to make sure her torn tights weren’t visible in her bag before stepping out.
A contingent of important-looking men in suits gathered in the lobby.
“Excuse me.” Alicia attempted to push through them so she could make her escape to the sidewalk, where Danica’s car waited. “Excuse me!” Someone needed to assert herself.
A few men moved away. Alicia had to throw her sore muscles into pushing past another group, grumbling as she rubbed elbows with more bespoke suits than she had ever seen before.
Naturally, she bumped into someone who refused to get out of her way.
“Um… excuse me,” she mumbled. She looked up and…
Cold, striking amber eyes.
It was not Moreau. Or at least notDanicaMoreau.
“Yes,” the older gentleman with steel gray hair muttered. “Excuse you, Miss.”
Alicia froze where she stood. The tall, glaring man moved out of her way. Other men followed his example and cleared the way for her to get to the door. “Ah…”
The man’s amber eyes remained locked on her as she slowly stepped away. Every so often, Alicia looked over her shoulder, struck by that gaze.Who is that?Her hand touched the glass of the door. The doormen were too busy with the other guests to care about helping her.
Someone stepped in her way. Deliberately.
“Who are you?” the gentleman asked. “You came out of that elevator over there, yes?”
Alicia swallowed. Had she done something wrong? “I’m Alicia Colbert. I don’t think we’ve met before?”
