Jaime licked slowly, savoring the way Lady A twitched with every flick of her tongue. She pressed her palms flat against Lady A’s thighs, holding her open, her thumbs brushing idly against her skin in a silent show of possession and worship. Fuck, her taste was addictive.
Lady A’s breathing—though still erratic—was starting to build again, her stomach tightening with each stroke of Jaime’s tongue. Her hips were already starting to roll, seeking out friction, chasing what Jaime was giving and demanding more of it.
Jaime circled her tongue around Lady A’s clit, slow at first, then faster,firmer, until she felt her lover’s legs begin to shake again. Then, without warning, she drew back just enough to blow gently over the sensitive, swollen flesh. Lady A cried out, her thighs clamping down instinctively, and Jaime gave a dark, satisfied chuckle.
“God, you’re beautiful like this,” Jaime whispered, her voice hoarse. “Completely wrecked. And I haven’t even finished with you yet.”
Lady A whimpered and tried to buck her hips upwards, but Jaime held her down.
“Not yet.” Jaime teased, breathing painfully close to Anya’s pussy. “Not until I say so.”
She slipped two fingers back inside and pressed her tongue firmly against Lady A’s clit. Her fingers curled, unrelenting, coaxing her towards the edge with precision and care. Jaime could feel her beginning to tighten again, each flutter and pulse making her own body ache with want. But this wasn’t about her.
This was about giving Anya—Lady A—everything.
Lady A let out a strangled moan. “I…Jaime…please?—”
Jaime lifted her head just enough to speak. “Let go. Come for me. I want to feel you come again. Just for me.”
And with that, she latched onto her clit, her tongue moving in steady circles, her fingers thrusting deeper and harder now, matching the rhythm of Lady A’s need. Her orgasm hit fast and hard, a violent shuddering that stole her breath and left her writhing beneath Jaime’s touch.
She cried out, loud and unrestrained, her body completely at Jaime’s mercy, her wrists pulling against the belt in a futile attempt to ground herself as she came hard around Jaime’s fingers.
Jaime didn’t stop, instead allowing Lady A to ride every last wave until her cries turned to breathy whimpers and her thighs finally fell open again, trembling and weak.
Only then did Jaime slowly ease her fingers free and press a tender kiss to Lady A’s inner thigh. She looked up, watching the way her chest rose and fell in rapid rhythm, the sweat glistening along her collarbone, the dazed expression in her half-lidded eyes.
“You good?” Jaime asked gently, brushing the back of her hand along Lady A’s hip.
Lady A swallowed, then gave a weak but utterly blissful nod. “I’m…fuck. I’m incredible.”
Jaime grinned as she climbed up the bed to settle beside her, careful not to undo the makeshift restraints just yet. She cupped Lady A’s cheek and kissed her slowly and deeply, letting her taste herself on Jaime’s lips.
“You’re everything,” Jaime whispered. “And I’m not even close to done with you. I canneverbe done with you.”
Lady A regarded her with a lazy smile. “Then I hope your stamina matches your mouth.”
“Oh, babe.” Jaime laughed quietly, tracing her fingers down Lady A’s ribs. “I haven’t even shown you what my mouth isreallycapable of.”
Lady A satalone in front of the large fireplace, having just watched Jaime leave moments before. Their night together had been beyond incredible. It was romantic and erotic at the same time. Hell, she hadn’t even known those two things could co-exist. But with Jaime, they did. Oh, Jaime had made good on every desire fulfillment and then some.
So why did Anya feel so… angry? Was it anger? She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, but it didn’t match how she thought she should feel after what she and Jaime had just done. The emotions had shifted dramatically once Jaime had left her chambers. When she was near, Anya could immerse herself in the moment and in Jaime. But now that Anya had given herself time to think about everything that had happened, she just felt…conflicted.
Why would Jaime put something that intimate for them on display? She was fully aware that they were being watched by an obsessed and deranged killer who was fixated on Lady A. This public display of affection would likely only intensify that obsession and provoke the killer. Was that Jaime’s intention? Had Anya been mistaken about everything feeling so…real?
“No.” Faking emotions like that would be cruel. Jaime was a complicated woman, but she wasn’t heartless. Still, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t do whatever it took to catch this killer. Jaime had proven that by coming up with this plan in the first place. Anya sighed as she stood to get ready to leave. If she knew Jaime, then she would be waiting outside for Anya. The rebellious part of her wanted to punish Jaime and keep her waiting. The other part—the one that still felt every touch—hurried and got dressed. Neither side wanted to talk to Jaime at the moment, so she picked up her phone and sent a quick text.
I know you’re waiting for me, but I need to be alone tonight. Go home, Jaime.
As expected, it didn’t take long for Jaime to respond.
What’s wrong? Do I need to come back in? Did something happen?
Anya shook her head, wondering if being a detective would always come first for Jaime. She hoped that wouldn’t be the case if there was any chance for a relationship.
Nothing happened. You shouldn’t have made this personal, Jaime. Not here, and not with him watching. If you did that to make the target on you even bigger…
Anya couldn’t bear to finish the sentence. God, she wished she could go back to the feelings she’d had earlier—those precious moments when she forgot where they were and the true nature of what they were doing. The way she’d gotten lost in Jaime’s arms, her kisses, and her words. Both sides of Anya had become… vulnerable. Having her vulnerability displayed like that was another point of contention for Anya. As she was brooding, her phone suddenly chimed in her hand, startling her.
