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Sweat dripped onto her. Her thighs were tired, but her body continued to beseech mercy.
“What else!”
A long, drawn-out moan escaped Alicia as she finally hit the crest of her orgasm. “Please come, too, ma’am!”
Finally, they both released the last of their frustrations. Danica’s came with such force that fever claimed Alicia.Yes, yes,yes!She wished she had the strength to scream that as Danica came, taking Alicia down with her.
Chapter 14
Alicia didn’t return to Earth for a long while. When her vision eventually cleared, she was still on the bed, naked, her tender muscles chastising her.
Danica lay behind her. Awake, but barely. She was also naked, halfway into bed with nothing but a sheet between herself and the heated air. She was so out of it that she barely acknowledged Alicia as she stirred.
“Can I…” She might as well ask, since Danica was not forthcoming with the affection. “Take a shower?”
Danica mutedly gestured to one of the closed doors. “Take your time. I’m sorry. I’m really tired. It’s been a long week.”
Nodding, Alicia got off the bed, legs screaming as they readjusted to being used as nature intended.Instead of, you know, split apart.She walked by Danica, still naked. Danica glanced at her before closing her eyes.
Alicia was too tired to appreciate the master bath on a million-dollar yacht. She did, however, appreciate the double-headed shower that was easy to manipulate thanks to a digital controlpanel. She wanted it a specific kind of hot? It was not a single degree hotter or colder.
She washed the sweat and traces of Danica from her body. None of the soap or shampoo smelled like Danica – she must not have bathed here often, and let her assistants stock the supplies. Alicia settled on lavender soap to wash her skin, but no matter how much she washed away the physical, Alicia could not dispel the emotional.
Did that really happen? Had she really enjoyed it? Even though she had an idea what she was getting into following Danica home – or to her yacht, anyway – Alicia still couldn’t have anticipated how they would have…
Made love?Was that lovemaking?Alicia stood beneath one of the showerheads and closed her eyes, letting the water wash over her skin.I have no idea. I don’t know what lovemaking is. Seemed like the kind of thing one would “know.” Lovemaking at least implied a serious affection. Didn’t have to be full-blown romantic love. Right?
The naïve side of her wanted to declare it lovemaking of the highest order. Even if it was a little rough, beyond intense, and incorporating elements most women probably didn’t experience until they had a lot more, well, experience beneath their sexual wings.
The more mature side of her, however, said she needed to be careful. Danica was a woman who took what she wanted. Or if she didn’t take it, she at least seduced it into her possession. How long would that thing – or person – stay in her custody? No telling. Alicia had a feeling it wasn’t long, though.
She could be a liar. A manipulator. A woman who only cared about taking Alicia out for a spin and dropping her back off at the dealership when she was done having fun.
I mean, she wasn’t in a hurry to cuddle me afterward. Probably not a good sign.
Alicia shut off the water and stole a towel from the nearest cupboard. She didn’t realize, until she was in front of the foggy mirror, that she had never taken her hair down. For a woman who almost never wore it up to begin with, she wondered if she slipped into some alternate identity. Maybe bun-head Alicia was a sultry gal who fucked domineering billionaires and went home with sore yet proud thighs. Not like down-hair Alicia, who worked at places like Blue Bird and filled her virginal nights with vibrators and outrageous fantasies that would never come true.
The hair came down now. There were some disposable combs in another drawer. Not the best for detangling her hair, but they would do. She was going to sleep anyway. What was the point of having perfectly kempt hair?
Alicia grabbed a simple black robe hanging on the back of the door. Probably Danica’s. Who cared? Alicia only intended to…
She stood in the bedroom. Stood above Danica. She was rolled away from Alicia, lightly snoring with her hands splayed against “her” side of the bed. The sheet was tightly wound around her waist. Nevertheless, Alicia had a great view of her torso. A better view than she otherwise had so far, anyway.
Wasn’t it amazing how innocent and peaceful even a woman like Danica could look while asleep? This was the woman who had done so many indescribable things to Alicia. Sure, she was hot… but who could guess that when she awoke, she would put on her tailored clothes and go crush some skulls while getting her thighs kissed beneath the corporate conference table? Or whatever she did every day.
“I don’t know what you were doing with my daughter, but I can guess. It will be the last time. In my building, anyway. Now, go.”
Alicia went. She opened the bedroom door and stole down the hallway, hungry to gulp some fresh air.
Nobody else was on deck. As the sting of cold air hit her skin, Alicia went to the starboard side, hugging the robe to her body and looking out over the wide, empty river. City lights twinkled. Planes landed only to take off again. Most of the car lights came from taxis.
“Miss?”
Alicia nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the bodyguard’s deep voice. She grasped the railing and spun around, finding a large man dressed in black. Where had he been a moment before? On break? Oh, God, had he heard them?Nope, nope, nope!
“Sorry,” he said. “No need to be alarmed. Just making my rounds.”
Alicia relaxed, though she wasn’t happy to be caught in nothing but a robe on deck. “It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Came out for some air.”
