Page 14 of One Night with the CEO

“Who am I to stand in the way of an artist’s inspiration? I’m yours.”

Mia’s heart and body roared in triumph as she finally got her hands on Genevieve. She unbuttoned the rest of the shirt with trembling fingers, finally pulling it back off Genevieve’s shoulders. Genevieve was wearing a practical beige bra, but it was what was underneath the bra that truly interested Mia.

She hadn’t gotten an opportunity to explore Genevieve’s breasts last time. She certainly wanted Genevieve’s pussy, but this time, she wanted the breasts in the bargain.

“Here.” Mia led Genevieve to the beanbag and the two of them lay down. Mia took one breast in each hand and stroked them, rubbing her thumbs over the nipples.

Genevieve leaned forward and kissed her, slowly at first, but the kiss soon heated up. The beanbag squashed beneath them as Genevieve changed her angle, reaching up under Mia’s dress, trailing up her thigh to brush over her panties.

Those panties were currently in the process of getting thoroughly damp. Mia broke away to gasp for air as Genevieve wormed a hand inside her panties and parted her folds to touch her clit.

Genevieve used the break in the kiss to start trailing wet kisses down Mia’s neck. The angle brought her breasts away from Mia, which Mia wasn’t thrilled about, but she was so focused on Genevieve’s fingers, rubbing lightly and rhythmically on her clit, that it was difficult to concentrate on anything else.

Mia realized that if she wasn’t careful, she was going to come before she’d gotten what she wanted.

“Clothes off,” she murmured, pleased when Genevieve immediately obliged her. She used the brief break in contact to try to gather her scattered mind.

She wanted all of Genevieve, and she wanted her right now. Mia slotted one of her legs between Genevieve’s, rolling on top of her and bringing her mouth to one of Genevieve’s nipples.

Genevieve moaned softly and turned slightly to give Mia a better angle.

Mia was lost in the erotic sensation of sucking on Genevieve’s nipple when Genevieve’s hand snaked between her legs again.

Ah, fuck, that was too much. Mia did the same, reaching for Genevieve’s clit, swiping up from her pussy to get it nice and wet.

For a few moments, there was no sound except their labored breathing. Genevieve’s fingers felt like sweet heaven, and judging by the desperate little whimpers Genevieve was making, she was as close to coming as Mia was.

“Same time,” Mia gasped. “Tell me when.”

She was ready to come at a moment’s notice, her legs tensed and her mind desperately scrambling for control. She wanted to fall over the edge with Genevieve, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to do so for long. Less than ten seconds later, Genevieve stiffened beneath her. “Now, Mia! Fuck, I’m coming now!”

Mia let go. She pressed herself closer to Genevieve as she shuddered through her orgasm, her hand cramping on Genevieve’s clit, but she didn’t let up. Genevieve was coming too, crying out Mia’s name, and it was the hottest thing Mia had ever heard.

The orgasm faded slowly. Genevieve removed her hand just as it started to become too much, and Mia did the same with her.

Mia realized that they had somehow rolled off the beanbag onto the floor. In the heat of passion, she hadn’t noticed. The floor was hard, cold and not particularly inviting. Mia felt too good to move, though, so she would have to settle for the floor.

Apparently, Genevieve felt differently. “Mia. Let’s move this back to the beanbag.”

“Mhmm.” Mia made no effort to move. Genevieve chuckled and grabbed her under the arms, hauling her into the center of the beanbag.

Mia squeaked in indignation, but she was too pleased with the way they ended up tangled together in the dent in the beanbag’s center to protest much.

It felt so good here. She had cuddled after sex before, of course, but it had never felt like this. Mia felt like she could do this forever.

Mia felt her eyes drifting shut. It probably wasn’t a good idea to fall asleep with Genevieve—her new boss—like this, but she found she didn’t really care right now.

She listened to comforting sound of Genevieve’s heartbeat as she drifted off.

Mia woke stiff and confused. The light, which had been fading when she had fallen asleep, was now brighter and coming from a completely different direction.

Fuck, what time was it?

She was entangled in Genevieve’s arms. Genevieve was still deeply asleep, and Mia didn’t want to wake her. She stared hopelessly at her purse, which had her phone in it and was clear on the other side of the room.

Mia glanced at the window again and tried to judge the time from the quality and angle of the light. Oh, who was she kidding? She wasn’t some character in a novel from a time when they didn’t have cell phones for such things. She had no idea. However, the fact that there was light at all made it clear that it was sometime after sunrise.

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