Page 52 of Christmas in Mistletoe
Fran brought Ruby’s head back up and kissed her with hot lips. Fran’s fingertips worked in circular motions, until Ruby’s vision went blurred. She was so wet.So ready.Fran’s fingers on her were thebest.
That is, until moments later, when Fran curled them into Ruby, grabbing Ruby’s arse cheek to steady her.
The best just got upgraded.
Fran’s touch ignited something inside Ruby, and she clutched the desk with her other hand.
As Fran moved into her, tantalisingly slow, she returned to Ruby’s lips for a bruising, passionate kiss.
Ruby groaned into Fran’s mouth, then spread her legs as far as her jeans would allow. The fire inside Ruby, contained until then, suddenly spiralled out of control. Her body shook some more. Her breath quickened. It was a personal wildfire and there was nothing Ruby could do.
Nothing she wanted to do.
Fran’s tongue was all over her neck now as her fingers caused Ruby’s heart to boom.
Ruby grasped Fran’s shoulders and clenched her teeth. As Fran’s rhythm increased, Ruby’s brain buzzed, the fire inside burning bright. Ruby’s breath came fast, shredding into the air as she struggled to keep up with the pleasure that was rampaging through her body.
But Fran didn’t let up. Her kisses were perfection, her hands exquisite, her touch immaculate. It was almost more than Ruby could take.
Almost.
As Fran ramped up her passion, Ruby squeezed her eyes tight shut. When her muscles clenched, she knew she was close.
With one more exquisite stroke, Fran tipped Ruby over the edge, and she came in a torrent of longing, clinging to Fran. Her body lit up with want as Fran ravished her some more.
A few moments later, Fran stilled, kissing Ruby’s neck, her nose, her eyelids. Then those gorgeous, soft lips landed back at Ruby’s mouth.
Ruby’s eyes sprang open, her breathing still irregular. Not a surprise as Fran’s fingers were still deep inside her. Ruby wanted to stay here forever. She took a deep breath and shook her head, staring into Fran’s eyes. “I’d say strong and quick wins the day.”
Fran gave her a smile, before withdrawing. Then she kissed Ruby’s lips once more. “I’m in total agreement,” she whispered.
Ruby turned up her smile. She was still coming down from her orgasmic high. Still floating on air. All because of Fran. “Wow. You didn’t tell me you were such a top.”
Fran’s laughter lit the air as her gaze dipped and her cheeks pinked. “I’m not, but I have my moments.” Now it was over, she was almost shy.
Ruby kissed her again. “Feel free to have those moments whenever they take you. To say you were hot is an understatement.”
Fran responded with the most perfect smile in the world.
Pleasure tiptoed up Ruby’s spine. Everything Fran did from now on was going to be the best thing ever. Ruby was hers, hook, line and sinker.
“What do you want to do now?” Fran eyed Ruby with a hooded stare.
Ruby gave her one right back. “Let’s start by pulling out the sofa bed and getting you out of your clothes.”
Chapter 21
A gigantic spiderwas chasing Fran. She went to scream, but nothing came out. She shuddered, then her eyelids sprang open. She blinked, heart racing. Her gaze landed on light grey blinds, then a desk. No spider, but where the hell was she?
Then she remembered. They were in the barn office, after a night of incredible sex. She rubbed her right eye with her hand, then tried to breathe without waking Ruby. Her mouth was open slightly, her head tilted on the pillow, her autumnal-coloured hair splayed down her skin.
Fran had broken her rules, hadn’t she? She’d slept with a singer. She took a breath. She’d do it again, too. Perhaps multiple times. Could she be considering a relationship with a singer? She was a glutton for punishment, wasn’t she?
However, Ruby was not on her books, as Delilah had been. Plus, she was way more sorted than Delilah. Keeping work and personal life separate was a lesson Fran had learned the hard way. Maybe it was fortunate that Ruby had turned her down all those months ago. She believed in fate. Everything happened for a reason.
A phone vibrated nearby. As slowly as she could, Fran leaned over the side of the sofa bed and reached down to her clothes. She had five messages from Damian: that was never good news. They were mostly about Fast Forward. The social media trolling had stepped up a gear. Tenny, in particular, was being targeted because she wasn’t as skinny as the rest of the group.
Fuck this shit. When were people going to get over the fact that pop stars could be whatever they wanted to be, and not purely stick-thin?
