Page 6 of Extraction Play

Apparently, they both had their secrets.

“Eat your food,” Eva said, pointing to Pixie’s plate. Her own plate was already clean, probably witchcraft, and she was halfway through her coffee. “I’m going to take a shower, and I better see an empty plate when I’m done.”

“Okay, Mommy,” Pixie teased, even though that wasn’t so much her kink.

Eva arched one of those expressive brows. “I prefer Mistress.”

Heat rushed through Pixie, a scorching torrent lighting up her whole body.

“Okay, Mistress,” she said, but when those words left her lips, no teasing remained. Just a whole lot of neediness that made her body flush hot and her pussy even wetter. Forgetting her underwear had definitely been a mistake, but even panties wouldn’t have been able to contain much of this.

Eva’s gaze sparked with fire, and Pixie was burning, burning, burning under her scrutiny. If the woman said the word, she’d be flat on herback with her legs spread before she could blink.

“Make sure you eat,” was all Eva said, a dark amusement to her words before she turned and headed in the direction of the bathroom. Pixie clutched a pillow to her chest as she watched Eva’s swaying ass, not the slightest bit ashamed.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table. Damn, she hadn’t remembered to plug it in. A whopping 10 percent battery left.

She recognized the number: Francis, an art dealer friend.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“There’s an opportunity I wanted to talk to you about.” Francis launched straight into business. He was like that—hyper and a little intense—which she didn’t mind most of the time. However, now, feeling hungover from the painting outpouring last night, she still wasn’t firing on all cylinders. Plus, she was horny.

“Hmm?” She shifted to try to avoid the wetness between her legs and just how turned on the brief interaction with Eva had left her.

“There’s an artist-in-residence vacancy at the Portland Museum of Art.” The excitement poured off him, even through the phone line. “And I wanted to put your name into the running if you were interested.”

Pixie’s heart thudded harder.

Opportunities like this didn’t come often. She knew that.

A year ago, she wouldn’t have considered it. She’d been so settled in San Francisco, within an hour’s drive of her mom, enmeshed with a tight-knit group of friends, and she’d felt like she’d finally found where she needed to be.

However, lately, her mom wanted her to swing by more, which led to a tug of war in her mind—trying to stay in her presence while getting vaulted to the past. And everyone at Whipped seemed to be deep in their own lives. Sure, she went to the munches and Play Nights, but the constant stream of communication had dried up. She’d been through this cycle with different groups of friends, whether it was her high school crew or her college friends who had drifted apart.

She always ended up alone, not knowing how to claw her way back into a community.

Maybe because she’d never had one growing up.

However, the distance had settled in again, and her muse was drying up; both things that weren’t sustainable. And the urge to bolt reared in a big way.

“I’m interested.”

Even as she said the words, guilt thudded through her veins. This had been the closest community she’d found, but she couldn’t bear to see it crash around her like so many before had. Besides, she wasn’t swearing a commitment to a future move, just putting feelers out there.

And if she got the resident position?

She’d cross that river when she burned it.

Chapter Three

After years of working her ass off and pulling long hours, Eva wasn’t used to having responsibility-free time. Even the trips she and Jack would take were planned to the millisecond. Truth be told, all this sitting around made her itchy.

She liked order, organizing, and setting her world into place, and given the total upheavals in her home and family life, she sorely needed that right now.

She walked down the street a bit faster, even though stalking her little brother’s job didn’t make her feel better about her current predicament. The temptation to work from here grew stronger every day, since she was remote most of the time. There would always be emails from bosses and coworkers to tackle, given that she worked as a supply chain manager for NutraHealth.

Maybe she should’ve played with a sub at the club the other night. Domming was one of the few things to soothe her anxiety when she brimmed like this.

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