Jesus. Well, I’m no longer worried about how I’m going to get turned on.Lady A cleared her throat. She could use another drink to coat her now dry mouth. Every bit of moisture in her body had traveled south and pooled exactly where Jaime intended it to. “And the other part?”
“The other part is addicted to this feeling,” Jaime confessed. “This need to see you and be near you is like a drug. What if being with you makes that go away?”
“What if it makes it stronger?” Lady A countered.
“There’s only one way to find out.” Jaime lowered her head and kissed Lady A. It started out slow, perhaps even hesitant, but Lady A followed Jaime’s lead and allowed her to dictate how this would go. “Is the bed just for show, or is it functional?” Jaime asked in between small kisses that traveled from Lady A’s lips, across her cheek, and down her neck. When they reached her shoulder, which Jaime had exposed by pushing her robe aside, Jaime felt Lady A shiver against her.
“Functional.”More functional than my brain at the moment, Lady A thought with a good bit of alarm. How was she supposed to stay focused on their plan when Jaime was turning her brain and her body to mush? Correction: Jaime was turning her body to molten lava.
Jaime wasted no time. She scooped Lady A up into her arms and carried her to the bed. Lady A’s surprised gasp brought a smile to Jaime’s lips. She and Anya had agreed not to plan the sex part of the op.Thatneeded to happen organically and not look forced or impersonal. Hell, Jaime hadn’t known what shewas going to do until the moment she saw The Ultimate Fantasy, and it clicked in her brain what that was with Anya. And while she was perfectly capable of compartmentalizing what they were doing here—her jobandLady A’s—that didn’t mean she couldn’t make the most of this. Because the reality was, no matter how prepared they thought they were, Anya’s past reminded Jaime that anything could happen. She refused to believe this could be their last time together, but if it was, she would make it count.
“You’re always in control, Lady A. You grant everyone’s deepest desires, but do you grant your own?” Jaime gently laid Lady A down on the bed and knelt beside her. “My ultimate fantasy, Lady A, is to return the favor. I want to fulfill your most intimate needs.” Jaime untied Lady A’s robe, letting it fall open to reveal smooth skin and ample breasts. Her eyes moved down to the glistening triangle between Lady A’s legs, and Jaime’s mouth began to water. After a long moment of taking in Lady A’s pure beauty, Jaime looked into her eyes—they were definitely green today—and smiled. “Tell meyourdesires.”
Lady A’s eyes fluttered closed as her heart skipped a beat. She had spent countless nights in this room with different people. Some she enjoyed, some she couldn’t wait to be rid of. None of them had ever asked her what she desired most. Why would they? They paid money to live out their own, so why would they care about hers? But Jaime did. Even during this scheme to flush out a killer, Lady AandAnya knew that everything Jaime was doing and saying wasn’t for anyone else’s benefit but hers.
“The things you said before,” Lady A began. “About touching me, tasting me, and feeling my body under yours? That’s what I desire.” She unbuckled Jaime’s belt and slid it from the belt loops. Lady A secured the belt around her wrist, threaded it through the slotted headboard, and repeated the process with her other wrist. This was the most control she had ever given anyone over her. Although she had the freedom to moveher hands if necessary, the gesture was still intimidating for someone as dominant and careful as Lady A. “Make me come around your fingers.”
Jaime moaned. Yeah, she recognized the gesture for exactly what it was. Anya was giving herself to Jaime. Fuck the chambers, the club, and the persona. This? This was Anya all the way. Jaime clenched her jaw to hold back tears. She didn’t think she’d ever feel this way again. Fuck, she hadn’t felt this way ever before. No disrespect to her past, but this was different. This was…more.
“And, Jaime?”
Jaime somehow heard Lady A’s voice through the fucking sex haze that was trying to clog up every pore and orifice in her body. “Yeah?”
“When you’re done making me come around your fingers, I’ll be ready for your mouth.”
Fuck. Me.Jaime stripped in record time. Once she was naked, she climbed onto the bed and straddled Lady A with a hungry look in her eyes. “Your desires are my pleasure.”
Jaime leaned down and kissed Lady A with an urgency, her hands braced on either side of Anya’s head. The kiss was messy, consuming, and full of promises she hadn’t known she’d been keeping until now. Lady A arched into her, her wrists tugging at the belt loops above her head, her lips parting with a soft gasp as Jaime shifted lower, leaving a trail of heat down her body with every touch.
Jaime took her time, even as her own need clawed at her insides. She kissed her way down Lady A’s neck, over the swell of her breasts, pausing to run her tongue slowly across one nipple. She sucked it into her mouth, letting her teeth scrape lightly over the sensitive skin, grinning when Lady A’s hips bucked in response. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Don’t make me beg.” Lady A’s reply came out as a breathy moan.
“Oh, but I want to hear it,” Jaime teased, moving lower, her hands sliding beneath Lady A’s thighs and urging them apart. “I want to hear every sound you make. Every whimper. Every cry when I make you lose control.”
Jaime kissed her way down Lady A’s stomach, then paused between her thighs, just inches from where her slick heat pulsed with need. She looked up and locked eyes with Anya. “You’re so wet already. Fuck. This…” Jaime’s voice cracked, her restraint hanging by a thread. “This is everything.”
With a firm grip on Lady A’s thighs, Jaime leaned in and dragged her tongue the length of her pussy, slowly and deliberately. Lady A’s back arched immediately, a choked gasp escaping her lips as Jaime licked again, circling her tongue around her clit before flicking it lightly. Then again…and again. She wasn’t playing now. This wasn’t a performance. This was reverence.
She brought one hand up, easing two fingers side Lady A, the tight, velvet grip around them stealing Jaime’s breath. Lady A moaned, her hips pushing down to meet the thrust. “God, yes…”
Jaime curled her fingers, searching for the spot she knew would unravel her completely. When she found it, Lady A’s entire body tensed. “Mm. Right there,” Jaime murmured against her clit. “So fucking good.”
Lady A’s answer came in the form of a desperate, guttural sound, her knuckles white against the belt restraining her. Her eyes fluttered open briefly, glazed and shining with lust. “Don’t stop.”
Jaime didn’t. She…couldn’t. Her fingers pumped steadily, curling and pressing just right while her tongue worked in tight circles. The sounds coming from Lady A were making Jaime ache, so raw and ready for anything she could have with Anya.She was trembling with the effort to hold back, to not devour her whole.
Lady A’s breath quickened as her thighs started to tremble. “Jaime, I-I’m?—”
“I’ve got you,” Jaime whispered, before sucking hard on her clit and thrusting deeper.
Lady A shattered. Her body bucked off the bed as her orgasm tore through her, a broken cry escaping her lips. Her heels dug into the mattress, and her hands strained against the belt as wave after wave rolled through her. Jaime didn’t let up, working her through it with her mouth and fingers until Lady A finally collapsed back against the sheets, flushed and panting.
Jaime pulled back just enough to kiss the inside of her thigh, then looked up. “Oh, I don’t think I’m done with you yet.”
Lady A gave a lazy, blissed-out smile. “Mm.”
Jaime grinned and dipped back down without another word, her tongue gliding between Lady A’s lips again. She wanted to taste every drop of her. To make her forget everything else. The plan, the danger, the surveillance. In this moment, all that existed was her and Anya. The way her body responded, eager, open, trembling under her touch…Jaime was going to give her everything.
