Page 27 of Phoenix Rising

When Lucinda threw open the door, Becky saw that she wore a matching lavender lounge dress that fell at her knees, her dark hair pulled up in a ponytail.

"Is everything okay?" she demanded. "Why couldn't you text me what the problem was?"

Becky chuckled, holding up the bottle of red wine she had bought. "I'm sorry. I should have clarified. I got you this as a thank you. I thought maybe we both needed a drink after the day we have had!”

Lucinda's stressed look melted off her face, replaced with a pink blush. "Oh. That's very kind of you. Come in, come in."

Becky walked through the doorway, looking around. The apartment wasfancy. Floor-to-ceiling windows, granite countertops, polished hardwood floors. She knew doctors made a lot of money, but damn.

"Nice place," Becky commented.

"Thank you! Please ignore the boxes. I'm still getting settled," Lucinda said, pulling out some glasses and a wine opener.

Becky set the bottle on the counter, taking the opener from Lucinda. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got you my favorite."

"That was very sweet of you." Lucinda leaned against the counter as she watched Becky open and pour the wine. "You didn't have to do that."

Becky smirked. "Yes, I did. You came up with a magnificent plan and fixed my daughter. The least I could do was buy you some wine." She pushed a glass over to Lucinda.

"It wasn't a problem."

Becky leveled her stare, finding Lucinda's eyes. "No, seriously. Thank you. You made the right call."

Lucinda nodded and took a sip, licking her lips. Becky clocked the motion.

She thought of the way Lucinda said her name,the flush of her breasts, the sounds she had made with Becky's lips on her skin.

How her legs had opened easily for Becky’s hand.

How wet her panties had been.

Becky gulped her wine as she looked out the window. The sun sank below the horizon, and the lights across the city blinked on.

"That's not the only reason I'm here," Becky said, setting her glass on the counter.

Lucinda leaned back against the window, her empty glass forgotten on the kitchen table. "Why are you here, Becky?"

Lucinda was as seductive and enticing as hell.

Fuck, she was done for.

She closed the gap between them in three strides and pressed Lucinda against the window. Becky's mouth found hers, the bitter taste of red wine filling her mouth. Her hands gripped Lucinda's hips. The best part was that no one could walk in on them this time.

God, was she really doing this?

Becky's hands pushed up Lucinda's dress, and she found that delightfully, she wasn't wearing underwear under the garment—just her smooth thighs and hips.

Oh, yes.

Becky moaned into Lucinda's mouth. "Did you do this on purpose, Lucinda?"

Lucinda's voice was husky as she said, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Annoyance prickled in Becky's mind. "Normally, I would punish you for a comment like that, but I came here to reward you." Becky pulled down the stretchy fabric of Lucinda's dress, her full breasts popping free.

Becky's felt a rush of heat straight to her pussy at the sight of them.

"Do you ever give up control?" Lucinda asked, unbuttoning Becky's shirt.

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