were dalliances with other women, when there
was no us to
consider in the first place. She couldn’t cheat on a best friend, could she?
She didn’t think so, but Aud appeared to disagree. Ordinarily she didn’t mind,
but today she was too beat to find the implied criticism just friendly teasing.
They were both responsible for the distance between them, and her involvement
with other women was not the cause. Hell, Aud hadn’t likely been sitting alone
in her Madison Avenue penthouse pining for company these last five years. “I’ll
meet you. Half an hour?”
“Good. Lindy’s?”
Derian smiled wryly. Aud was determined to
keep the past alive. She couldn’t count the number of breakfasts they’d shared
in the late hours of the night at Lindy’s, when they were young and still best
of friends. “Sure. Why not.”
“I’ll get us a booth.”
Aud disconnected and Derian headed for
another shower. Her head was muzzy and her stomach queasy. Four hours’ sleep
was usually enough to recharge her batteries, but the transatlantic flight, the
stress, and too little real sleep punctuated with restless dreams had her
running on empty. She didn’t often dream, and never dreams like these. Dreams
filled with amorphous faces and a seething sexual unrest that left her agitated
and unsatisfied. She flipped the shower dial to hot, waited for the steam to
rise, and left the lights off in the bathroom, preferring a few more minutes of
dark solitude before the day intruded. The heat brought blood rushing to the
surface of her skin, and as her flesh awakened, the persistent tension between
her thighs accelerated. The drumbeat of insistent desire was not to be denied.
She slid one hand down the slick surface of her abdomen, caught the taut
pulsing heat between her fingers, and squeezed. Her breath caught, her vision
swam, and a spring coiled deep inside. A low moan escaped.
She stroked and tugged, her pulse pounding
loud in her ears, her abdomen hard and tight. A fist of pressure clenched and
spread.
Yes. The soft pull of a warm mouth enclosed her. She shuddered. Just like that. She
rocked, clasped the neck of the woman kneeling between her thighs, slid her
fingers into long silky strands of dark wet hair, drawing the pale face closer,
the relentless mouth nearer. Muscles flexing, hips lifting, pushing, thrusting,
moaning, she strained for the connection, for the ultimate union.
Yes.
Close. Pleasure spiked, pierced her center. Eyes squeezed shut, she
clawed toward the peak. Breathless, lungs burning, loins aching. She had to,
had to, had to… Don’t
stop. Don’t stop.
Behind closed lids, she saw herself looking
down, met the eyes of the woman looking back, watched the glint of triumph when
the soft circle of lips drew her in, pushed her over. Yes. Yes! You’ll make me come.
The orgasm jolted her. Her hips jerked, once,
twice, three times, and she shot out an arm to catch her balance. She moaned, a
long sigh of relief. God. When had she last come so hard? Thighs loose, heart
hammering against her ribs, she quickly finished showering, dried off, and
dressed, all the while aware she’d just imagined Emily May making her come.
Just a trick of the unconscious. Nothing
more.
She walked through the park, a glint of early
a.m. sun snaking down through the trees, most of which were just beginning to
leaf out. The air, not yet fouled by exhaust, hinted at spring. Aud was already
ensconced in a booth with a steaming cup of coffee in front of her and another
across from her. Derian slid in. “Morning.”
“Hi. I ordered for us.”
Derian added cream and sipped the strong
brew. “What did you get me?”
“Please,” Aud teased. “It hasn’t been that
long. Like I could forget what you’ve ordered for the last ten years? Fried egg
and bacon on English.”
“Thanks.”
Aud looked ready for a day at the office,
sharp and fashionable in a gray pinstripe jacket, a textured linen shirt in a
paler shade of gray, and a diamond
was no us to
consider in the first place. She couldn’t cheat on a best friend, could she?
She didn’t think so, but Aud appeared to disagree. Ordinarily she didn’t mind,
but today she was too beat to find the implied criticism just friendly teasing.
They were both responsible for the distance between them, and her involvement
with other women was not the cause. Hell, Aud hadn’t likely been sitting alone
in her Madison Avenue penthouse pining for company these last five years. “I’ll
meet you. Half an hour?”
“Good. Lindy’s?”
Derian smiled wryly. Aud was determined to
keep the past alive. She couldn’t count the number of breakfasts they’d shared
in the late hours of the night at Lindy’s, when they were young and still best
of friends. “Sure. Why not.”
“I’ll get us a booth.”
Aud disconnected and Derian headed for
another shower. Her head was muzzy and her stomach queasy. Four hours’ sleep
was usually enough to recharge her batteries, but the transatlantic flight, the
stress, and too little real sleep punctuated with restless dreams had her
running on empty. She didn’t often dream, and never dreams like these. Dreams
filled with amorphous faces and a seething sexual unrest that left her agitated
and unsatisfied. She flipped the shower dial to hot, waited for the steam to
rise, and left the lights off in the bathroom, preferring a few more minutes of
dark solitude before the day intruded. The heat brought blood rushing to the
surface of her skin, and as her flesh awakened, the persistent tension between
her thighs accelerated. The drumbeat of insistent desire was not to be denied.
She slid one hand down the slick surface of her abdomen, caught the taut
pulsing heat between her fingers, and squeezed. Her breath caught, her vision
swam, and a spring coiled deep inside. A low moan escaped.
She stroked and tugged, her pulse pounding
loud in her ears, her abdomen hard and tight. A fist of pressure clenched and
spread.
Yes. The soft pull of a warm mouth enclosed her. She shuddered. Just like that. She
rocked, clasped the neck of the woman kneeling between her thighs, slid her
fingers into long silky strands of dark wet hair, drawing the pale face closer,
the relentless mouth nearer. Muscles flexing, hips lifting, pushing, thrusting,
moaning, she strained for the connection, for the ultimate union.
Yes.
Close. Pleasure spiked, pierced her center. Eyes squeezed shut, she
clawed toward the peak. Breathless, lungs burning, loins aching. She had to,
had to, had to… Don’t
stop. Don’t stop.
Behind closed lids, she saw herself looking
down, met the eyes of the woman looking back, watched the glint of triumph when
the soft circle of lips drew her in, pushed her over. Yes. Yes! You’ll make me come.
The orgasm jolted her. Her hips jerked, once,
twice, three times, and she shot out an arm to catch her balance. She moaned, a
long sigh of relief. God. When had she last come so hard? Thighs loose, heart
hammering against her ribs, she quickly finished showering, dried off, and
dressed, all the while aware she’d just imagined Emily May making her come.
Just a trick of the unconscious. Nothing
more.
She walked through the park, a glint of early
a.m. sun snaking down through the trees, most of which were just beginning to
leaf out. The air, not yet fouled by exhaust, hinted at spring. Aud was already
ensconced in a booth with a steaming cup of coffee in front of her and another
across from her. Derian slid in. “Morning.”
“Hi. I ordered for us.”
Derian added cream and sipped the strong
brew. “What did you get me?”
“Please,” Aud teased. “It hasn’t been that
long. Like I could forget what you’ve ordered for the last ten years? Fried egg
and bacon on English.”
“Thanks.”
Aud looked ready for a day at the office,
sharp and fashionable in a gray pinstripe jacket, a textured linen shirt in a
paler shade of gray, and a diamond
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