Page 47 of Freedom to Love

Brynn leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Ever fuck in an elevator?”

Kat squeezed her hand. “No. Have you?”

“No.”

“They have cameras in them now.”

“Really?” Brynn seemed intrigued.

Kat smiled. “You’re really bad, aren’t you?”

“You’re bringing out a whole new, more dangerous side to me.”

“I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.”

The doors slid open and they stepped inside. Brynn lowered her voice as Kat pressed the number for their floor. “It’s very good for you. If you’re into it.”

“I can’t imagine you doing anything in the bedroom that I’m not into.”

“Sergeant, you continue to surprise me.”

“Do I?”

“Yes.”

They grew closer, breathed into one another as they came dangerously close to a kiss.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Kat tugged on her and led them to her room. She slid in the card key and opened the door. Brynn held her eyes as she entered, already unbuttoning her shirt once again. Kat closed and locked the door and approached her, stopping at the foot of the bed. The room was quiet, white duvet-covered bed, patterned sofa and chairs near the door to the patio. A vase of fresh flowers sat on the coffee table.

“Don’t you want to get out of those wet clothes?” Brynn asked in a husky voice, stopping to inhale the flowers. She chose a daisy and crossed to Kat. She stroked her bare chest with the flower, down to her navel where her shirt remained buttoned.

“I don’t want to miss a moment of watching you.”

Brynn grinned, stepped up, and pressed her onto the bed. Kat sat, Brynn between her legs. Brynn stroked her face with the flower, her jaw, her neck.

“I’m going to put my mouth everywhere this flower touches.” The flower continued downward, across her navel to her jeans. Brynn paused and looked at her. “Do you want me to go lower?”

Kat swallowed as she watched the flower move up and down her fly. With every stroke, a gush of arousal warmed her panties. She began to rock her hips despite being unable to feel the delicate touch of the flower. “Yes,” she breathed.

“Oh yes, you want my mouth here, don’t you?” She moved the flower lower, twisted the stem so the flower flattened and engrossed her crotch in playful circles. “You want my mouth all over you down here, don’t you?”

Kat grabbed her wrist. “Yes.” Her head was spinning, and she was so used to being in control she wasn’t sure what was happening. She held her wrist, needing to stop, to gain her bearings. She needed to throw Brynn on the bed and have her way with her, but she couldn’t move, didn’t want to move. Brynn was playing her, teasing her, like a marionette does a puppet, and Kat was so wet she was sure she had saturated the duvet.

Brynn pushed on her shoulder, encouraging her to lean back on her elbows. “You don’t know what to say do you? You’re so used to being the top.” She laughed. “But you can’t seem to fight me can you?”

Kat could feel her own pulse beat in her neck, in her ears. “No.”

“When you thought of me, you thought of taking me, didn’t you?”

Kat nodded.

“You had no idea that it would be me, shoving you up against the wall and pushing you back on the bed, did you?”

“No.”

“I surprised you,” Brynn said, twirling the flower across her lips, tongue sneaking out to taste one petal after another.

“Yes.”

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