“Your turn,” Lillian whispered, surprised by how rough her voice sounded, surprised by how sure she felt offering it, asking for it.
R’s smile unfurled slow and dangerous, the kind that promised heat without hurry. “I know,” she said, as if Lillian had confirmed a result she’d already measured, and then she leaned in to kiss her again. This time it was softer, almost reverent, the kind of kiss that stitches something back together after breaking it open, and Lillian felt herself answer without thought, mouth parting, hands sliding to R’s waist, tugging her closer.
The pace shifted—still hot, still hungry, but layered now with intimacy that robbed the moment of any pretense they could walk away unchanged. R’s palm smoothed up Lillian’s ribcage to cup her breast through the loosened fabric, thumb draggingover a peaked nipple until Lillian gasped into her mouth; the other hand framed her jaw, thumb feathering along her lip as if memorising it. R was no longer simply taking; she was drawing them both into a shared, dangerous middle where surrender felt like power and wanting felt like truth.
Even now, with the ache in her thighs and the taste of her pussy between their mouths, Lillian knew the night was far from done, that every boundary had shifted a fraction to make room for whatever this was becoming. The lift chimed again somewhere down the hall, and the city turned over another hour.
2
REBECCA
Rebecca woke before the first light of dawn, her body instinctively in tune with the early hour. The hotel room was quiet, the only sound the rhythmic breathing of the woman lying beside her. Lillian, or at least that’s what she thought her name was. Rebecca had caught it between the flirty exchanges and heated touches, but no formal introductions had been necessary.
The night had been exactly what Rebecca wanted—no expectations, no complications, just a moment of indulgence. She lay still for a moment, her mind clear as she stared up at the ceiling. It had been good, that much was undeniable. Lillian had been full of energy, matching Rebecca in ways few could. But what impressed Rebecca more was the ease that now filled the space between them. There was no uncomfortable post-mortem of the night, no desperate clinging or awkwardness, just… quiet.
She turned her head slightly, her gaze drifting to the woman still sleeping next to her. The bed covers barely clung to Lillian’s body, revealing smooth skin and the slight rise and fall of her chest. Rebecca noted the relaxed posture; Lillian wasn’t holding onto any expectations of morning cuddles or sweet words. Infact, her lack of neediness intrigued Rebecca. She had expected some kind of emotional aftermath, the usual questions or gestures that typically came with nights like these. But instead, there was peace.
Her curiosity piqued as she slid out of bed as quietly as possible. She had a busy day ahead, and despite the relaxing distraction of the night before, she had a full schedule to prepare for.Monday’s going to be important, she reminded herself, mentally reviewing her to-do list as she stepped into the bathroom. The cool tile against her bare feet grounded her, bringing her focus back to what needed to be done before her work consumed her entirely.
She turned on the faucet, letting the water warm up before splashing some on her face. Her reflection in the mirror was calm, composed, as always. The slight smudge of mascara beneath her eyes was the only betrayal of the passionate night they’d shared. She wiped it away, wondering briefly what had compelled Lillian to stay so detached. There was a strength in it, a clearheadedness Rebecca hadn’t expected. Most women tried to prolong the experience, even if they said they wanted something casual. Lillian, though—Lillian was different.
Rebecca turned off the tap and dried her face, reaching for the robe hung on the back of the door. She slipped it on, tying it loosely at her waist before walking back into the room. Lillian was awake now, sitting up against the headboard, her beautiful green eyes still sleepy but alert. There was a quiet understanding between them, the same easy comfort that had marked their interaction from the beginning.
"Morning," Lillian said, her voice soft but lacking any unnecessary sweetness. She stretched her arms above her head, the blanket slipping a little further, though she made no move to pull it back up.
"Morning," Rebecca replied, leaning casually against the doorframe. She watched as Lillian swung her legs over the side of the bed, her movements unhurried but purposeful. Rebecca noted the way Lillian scanned the room, as if calculating how quickly she could gather her things and make her exit. No awkward lingering, no clinging to last night. It was rare. And impressive.
Lillian stood, pulling on the dress she had worn the night before, the one that had caught Rebecca’s eye the moment she walked into the bar. She slipped it over her head, smoothing it down before turning back to Rebecca. There was a moment of silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything, it felt like an unspoken agreement. The night had been what it was, and now it was time to move on.
"I have a lot to do today," Lillian said, casually stepping into her heels. "Big week ahead."
Rebecca tilted her head slightly, intrigued by the hint of confidence in her voice. Lillian didn’t offer any details, but the fact that she was focused on what lay ahead—just like Rebecca—made her pause.Who is this woman?Rebecca wondered, though she didn’t ask. It wasn’t her style to pry, and besides, part of the allure was the anonymity they’d both embraced.
"I do too," Rebecca replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "A lot to prepare for Monday."
Lillian met her gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Then we’ll call this good timing."
Rebecca chuckled softly. "Very good timing."
There was no lingering goodbye, no awkwardness, just a shared look of mutual respect, maybe even admiration. Lillian walked to the door, her fingers lightly trailing the edge of the frame before she glanced back at Rebecca. "No need to complicate it, right?" she said with a knowing grin, echoing theunderstanding that had existed between them from the moment their eyes met the night before.
Rebecca shook her head, an amused smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Exactly."
With that, Lillian left, the soft click of the door closing behind her.
Rebecca stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door, her mind racing through the events of the night. The lack of neediness, the complete self-assuredness—it was rare, and Rebecca found herself more curious than she expected. No exchange, no morning chatter about their lives or jobs. Lillian hadn’t even asked her for her name.
She admired the clean cut of it all. No strings, no emotional fallout. Just two people enjoying the moment for what it was. But still, something about Lillian’s cool demeanor nagged at her. Women didn’t usually walk away so easily, and that, in and of itself, was intriguing.
Rebecca turned back toward the room, running her hands through her hair as she began to get dressed. She had a long day ahead and a lot to prepare for Monday’s demands. But even as she moved through the routine motions of getting ready, her mind kept circling back to Lillian.
Whoever she was, she had managed to leave a lasting impression in a very short amount of time.
Rebecca slipped into her tailored pants and crisp blouse, her fingers moving with automatic precision as she mentally shifted gears. Her day was about to start, and she had no time to dwell on fleeting encounters. But as she glanced at her reflection one last time, she couldn’t help but smirk.
Maybe, just maybe, she’d cross paths with Lillian again. And if she did, Rebecca had a feeling it wouldn’t be so easy to keep her curiosity at bay.
Rebecca moved through the hotel suite with efficient grace, her mind already on Monday's to-do list. She opened her laptop, set it on the small desk near the window, and began typing at lightning speed, her fingers a blur across the keyboard. The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, but Rebecca didn’t notice. Her focus was razor-sharp, her thoughts already consumed by the day ahead.
