Page 15 of Make Her Mine

Gently, she pulled upward on Nora’s chin. Nora took the hint and stood up, while Esme pushed herself back onto her desk.

When their lips met, Esme sucked a harsh breath in through her nose at the way it set all her nerve endings alight. Entire flocks of butterflies felt like they were taking flight in her stomach. And between her legs, things were heating up in a hurry.

This time, she wasn’t going to stop Nora. She knew deep down she should, that if she didn’t, things were going to get very complicated very quickly. Yet as bad an idea as this very much was, she also knew they couldn’t go on with the push-pull of attraction strung between them. So why not give in? Why not find something good in all the conflict?

Her hands slid over the soft fabric of Nora’s loose white t-shirt, moved to pull the hem of it out of her blue jeans. Under Esme’s palms, the skin of Nora’s ribcage was velvety and warm.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. As Esme’s hands traveled upward and cupped her breasts, Nora’s nipples pebbled tight under her thumbs. Esme pulled back and looked Nora in the eye.

“I don’t wear bras after 10 PM,” Nora informed her in a husky rasp that sent shivers through Esme, straight to her vulva. Before she could reply, her mouth was covered by Nora’s again, and the more Esme stroked her thumbs over Nora’s bare nipples, the harder she found herself being kissed.

Nora groaned into her mouth when Esme unbuttoned her jeans and worked a hand into her panties. Slowly, Esme’s fingers slid through the warm, wet softness she found there, and she let the pad of her middle finger rub softly on Nora’s throbbing clit. “Fuck,” she mumbled into Esme’s mouth, her breath hot and ragged.

Esme kept one hand up Nora’s shirt, plucking at her nipple, and with the other she continued her relentless, gentle friction in Nora’s panties. She loved the soft sighs and whimpers Nora was making into her mouth, gulped them down like they were wine as she played with Nora. Slowly slipping her fingers gently in and out of her. Teasing through the wetness before rubbing her in strong, circular motions. Desperate to please.

Quicker than she would have thought, Nora’s body went stiff, and she ripped her mouth from Esme’s to let out a long, guttural moan. Head thrown back, eyes closed, teeth clenched tight, Nora was the hottest sight Esme had seen in a while. Her hands were pulled free from their sensual tasks as Nora fell back to sit down in the desk chair again.

“Sorry,” Nora breathed, eyes still closed. “It’s just that I’ve been dreaming of fucking you all weekend. I’m kinda embarrassed how quickly I came.”

Before Esme could even begin to process that, Nora had yanked the chair close, pulled Esme’s bottom to the edge of the desk, and had both of her hands up Esme’s skirt. Making quick work of Esme’s own black cotton bikini panties, Nora had the skirt rucked up around Esme’s waist and before she could even gasp, Nora’s hands were on her ass and Nora’s eager mouth was on Esme’s hot, wet folds.

Esme’s head fell back, and she let her hand move again to Nora’s head, her fingers combing through the sleek blonde locks as Nora ate her out with a skill Esme hadn’t encountered in a long, long time. She took her time tasting Esme, letting her tongue trace through the wet heat of her vulva, spending just enough time sucking on Esme’s clit to make her breath quicken before pulling away and starting the sweetly agonizing journey all over again.

At last, Nora began to concentrate on licking and sucking on Esme’s clit, and all of Esme’s focus went there, pleasure washing through her as she pulled Nora’s head closer. Her free hand reached up to grab the edge of one of the shelves overhead, and she gripped it like her life depended on it. Nora pushed two fingers deeply inside of Esme, as broad strokes with the flat of Nora’s tongue continued to please her shaking body.

Esme’s hand clenched in Nora’s hair as she came so hard she couldn’t make a sound beyond one desperate, deep gasp. If the shelf hadn’t been so firmly bolted into the concrete wall, she might have pulled it down over the two of them with the intensity of her orgasm.

Shudders and aftershocks rocketed through her, and she was only vaguely aware of Nora pulling away and tugging her skirt back down. Of Nora resting her head in Esme’s lap as Esme made the slow, sparkling journey back to reality.

Carefully, gently, slowly, Esme untangled her hands from their death grips on Nora’s hair and on the shelf. Her breathing was uneven, her harsh exhalations the only sound in her tiny office. The smell of sex filled the room, warm and deliciously earthy, a scent Esme hadn’t been aware she missed until it was surrounding her.

She looked down at Nora, who lifted her head and looked back up at Esme with a smirky little smile.

Oh, Esme thought. Oh, I am in trouble now.

9

Alexandra Fairchild’s ratty little face was twisted into a scowl. “How can you possibly need more time to make a decision here? We’ve conceded so much to you, we’re practically paying you to take this crumbling wreck off our hands!” She glanced at her two brothers, both of whom, Nora was amused to see, were expressionless in the face of her petty fury. They didn’t seem inclined to speak up and help her out, which only served to enrage her further. “Okay, fuck this, and fuck all of you useless fucks.”

Nora didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow at the graceless swearing. “We’re nearing the end of the fiscal quarter, Ms. Fairchild. Surely you can understand my desire not to close a big deal just now.” She kept her tone bland and conciliatory, in a way that she knew was just going to keep pissing Alexandra off.

Inside, she was still a roiling ocean of doubt and confusion. Sure, it was wise to make big transactions at the beginning of a quarter, not the end. But that was, when it came down to it, nothing more than an excuse Nora was making. She was actively putting off her decision on the Fairchild Building for as long as she could.

“Call us when you’re actually ready to close this fucking deal,” Alexandra spat as she got to her feet. “No more fucking meetings, or I’m going to start sending our attorney’s bills to you to pay.”

Matthew shrugged at Nora and hustled out after his sister. Oliver lingered. “Having second thoughts?” he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

“No,” Nora lied. “Just tying up some loose ends.”

“Like the Lounge, I hope.” He cocked an eyebrow at her. “It’d be good if you were figuring out how to keep it.”

“If I were, that would be my business.” Nora got to her feet and offered him a tight smile. “Let your sister know I’ll call her when I’m ready.”

It was a clear dismissal, and she was glad that Oliver took the hint and left, closing her office door behind him. Nora sat on the edge of her desk and rubbed at her aching temples. This meeting could have been a phone call, and it was her fault it wasn’t. She’d called it, mostly for the purpose of pissing Alexandra Fairchild off.

It had been two weeks since she and Esme Bloom had begun fooling around with each other in the tiny office at the Indigo Lounge. Two weeks of secretive slinks through the back hallway of the deserted hotspot, of furtive quick dinners followed by the hottest hookups Nora had ever experienced in her life.

She knew what Esme tasted like, how she felt coming around Nora’s fingers. The way her breathing skipped and hitched the closer she came to her climax. Nora knew how Esme’s thighs felt clenched around Nora’s head, how her fingers felt combing through Nora’s hair, how those same fingers felt deep inside of Nora as her own orgasm hit her like a freight train.

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