Page 10 of Make Her Mine

Esme’s breasts heaved with fury under their skimpy silver covering. Her eyes when they met Nora’s were wild with anger, her hands opening and closing in fists. Gently, Nora reached out to take her by the shoulders and move her away from the door, so she could leave. They’d just keep going around and around the same fruitless racetrack if she didn’t.

But as soon as her hands touched Esme’s bare skin, something sparked between them, and then?—

—then, Esme reached up, batting Nora’s hands aside, and pulled Nora down into an explosive, scorching, unexpected kiss.

As furious as she was at the entire situation, Esme had been unable to resist that whatever-it-was-feeling that pulled her towards Nora Hartley all night. The confidence, the way she looked in that pale, expensive pantsuit, the way she was so, so much taller than Esme. She was as appealing as she was infuriating. Or maybe the fact that she was infuriating was part of her appeal to Esme.

Whatever the case, the heat that had been simmering just under Esme’s skin since Nora had walked through the door that night erupted when the woman’s hands touched her shoulders. She needed to know what it was like to kiss that wide, full mouth with its twisted little smirk, to taste Nora’s lipstick and the martini she’d been drinking earlier.

Already energized by their argument, Esme was electrified as their lips met, her nerve endings alight as she gently bit down on Nora’s bottom lip and then, less gently, tugged and sucked at it. Her hands slid up under the sleek blonde bob, silky smooth strands of hair sliding through her fingers as she sought to pull Nora ever further in.

A tiny little groan escaped from Nora’s mouth as Esme clutched a fistful of hair at the nape of her neck and pulled. Before Esme knew what was happening, Nora’s hands were under her ass and Esme was being lifted up, her back pressed against the office door.

“Jesus,” Nora whispered into Esme’s mouth, and Esme hummed happily to hear it. She hitched her legs up to wrap them around Nora’s waist. As she did, the hemline of her dress rode all the way up to her hips, and the cotton gusset of her panties, warm and damp with her sudden arousal, made direct contact with the skin of Nora’s stomach where her vest had also lifted slightly.

Now it was Esme’s turn to groan. No one had been as close to her pussy besides herself in years. Her clit throbbed where it was pressed against Nora’s tense torso, and she let her head fall back against the door. To her delight, Nora took advantage of Esme’s undefended throat and leaned forward to plant a firm bite just under Esme’s ear that made her shudder with pleasure.

Slowly, Nora peeled one hand from Esme’s ass and stroked it over her thigh before wedging it between their bodies. Her thumb pressed down over Esme’s clit, rubbing ever so maddeningly slightly. Esme let out a gasp and her hands wound tighter around locks of Nora’s hair. Her entire world narrowed down to the mouth at her throat, her hands in Nora’s hair, Nora’s thumb pressed lightly over her clit. Esme’s back arched.

“Nora,” she whispered, and it was a plea.“Nora,” she said again, more loudly as sense began to invade and she realized who she was with, what she was doing. Horrified, Esme pulled her hands free and began to squirm out of Nora’s grasp. “No, no, I can’t do this. What is this?”

“Esme,” Nora began as she carefully began to lower Esme down to the floor. “Wait, what?—?”

“Leave, please leave,” Esme said, a blush of humiliation burning its way up her neck and face. She couldn’t look at the woman, not now, not after what had so nearly happened. Squirming away, she sat in her desk chair and put her face in her hands.

There was a sigh, and then the office door swiftly opened and closed with a click. Esme sat, frozen, unable even to breathe. What had she done? Why had she let herself give in to a moment of madness with the woman who was threatening her entire livelihood?

And why, she wondered as she crossed her legs, her core still warm and full and aroused, did she wish she’d let Nora finish?

7

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Nora groaned, her body tensing and arching up off of her bed. The fingers of her left hand closed tightly around a handful of her Egyptian cotton bedsheets, digging into the fabric as her breath hissed out between her clenched teeth. Her right hand pressed her favorite toy tight against her clit as she came for the third time that Sunday afternoon, visions of the kiss between her and Esme playing like a movie against the back of her closed eyelids.

She wrenched her hand and the toy out of her panties, wishing it was Esme’s hand that had worked the orgasm out of her. Or better, her tongue. After that kiss last night, the way Esme’s hot mouth had bitten and sucked at Nora’s lips, Nora just knew that mouth would make her come until she was all but blind. With another groan, she shoved the toy back in between her thighs to tease one more orgasm out of her throbbing clit.

Nora had been in bed since she got home Saturday evening, spending way too much on DoorDash to keep herself fed between bouts of getting herself off to dreams of Esme. Her Lelo had only gotten a break when she slept, and she’d made extra sure to get it onto its charger before she drifted off each night, so that it never had a chance to run out of juice at an inopportune time. Having long been a woman who got herself off efficiently, mostly to tend to a need and get herself to sleep each night, this Nora who’d been unable to keep her hands out of her underwear for a hot second was a new creature. She wasn’t sure what to make of it.

One last soft sigh escaped from her as she finished off, and this time when Nora pulled the toy free, she set it firmly aside and rolled out of bed with reluctance. She needed a quick shower to wash the sex and sleep off of her body, and then she was going to make herself go to the gym. Maybe if she got in a really taxing workout, she’d be too tired to fantasize about Esme.

An hour later, she was walking into the gym and realizing she’d made a terrible mistake. Because on a Sunday afternoon in Los Angeles, her gym was full of women of all ages wearing tiny tops and tinier shorts, their legs on full display. Normally, this was no problem, but normally, Nora would not have spent a few blissful minutes on a Saturday night with Esme Bloom’s legs wrapped around her waist, her warm throbbing core pressed against Nora’s stomach. Now, after two days of masturbation and fantasizing about Esme, seeing any woman with strong, bare legs was making Nora weak in the knees.

Resolutely, she chose an elliptical machine that faced only a back wall of the gym and shoved her AirPods into her ears. As her favorite 90s techno workout playlist began to blast away and she felt the burn starting in her arms and legs, Nora wondered if it would be too over the top to wear her sunglasses while she took her post-workout shower in the locker room. If she was getting wound up just seeing women walking around in shorts, she didn’t want to think about the effect seeing them wet, naked, and soaped up might have on her. Nora groaned at the idea and had to stop the elliptical.

On second thought, she decided, hopping back off of the machine and hustling her way out of the gym without making eye contact with anyone, maybe it’s time for me to order that home elliptical setup I’ve been thinking about.

For now, she was going to go for a run on the beach and do her very, very best to not look at anyone for the rest of the weekend.

Since the Indigo Lounge was closed on Sundays, Esme and the gang had long ago made it a tradition to go on a late-afternoon hike and picnic at Griffith Park at least once a month. Everyone brought their own drinks and a selection of snacks to share, and they’d meet at the entrance to the Firebreak Trail and then choose which route they felt like tackling that day. After a vigorous hour of hiking, they’d stop for a long, leisurely picnic before making their way back to the Trails and splitting up again.

It was a good way to get Ruby off of her laptop, Sasha out of the kitchen, Cam away from whatever lady she was romancing that week, and Esme out of her damn head for once. Mia sometimes joined them, but never Harper, who simply “did not do hiking, my dears.”

Today, Mia and Harper had gone on a drive up the 101 to Montecito for a romantic getaway, and Ruby was on a plane to visit her family in New York for a high school graduation, so it was just Esme, Sasha, and Cam gathering at the park. Esme had arrived first and was waiting for the others at a picnic table near the entrance. She’d slung her backpack onto the table and was picking at a loose thread on the edge of a strap. Her thoughts were full of Nora Hartley and that kiss.

She wanted to think that she didn’t know what had gotten into her, but that would be a lie. Regardless of how upset she was about Nora’s likely purchase of the Fairchild Building—and the subsequent closure of the Indigo Lounge—Esme could not deny that she’d been interested in Nora from the second the woman had walked through the door of the Lounge.

Each time they’d argued had been as arousing as it had been infuriating. But it wasn’t supposed to get so out of hand. Esme was ashamed of her utter lack of control when it came to Nora Hartley. She either exploded in anger or, apparently, ended up writhing in the woman’s arms. She’d never experienced anything like this in her life.

Nora’s assuredness, the energy of the argument, the closeness of Esme’s office… the skin-to-skin contact between them when Nora grabbed her shoulders had completely undone Esme. Just thinking about the way electricity had rocketed through her at Nora’s touch made Esme squeeze her thighs together under the picnic table and take in a deep, shuddering breath.

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