Page 58 of A Conflict of Interest

Chapter 16

Veronica

My mind kept repeating her name like a mantra, a dizzying chant,Kelcey, Kelcey Huntington,in total bliss—and more than a little confusion how this washappening—as she shifted closer to me, her front pressing up against mine, her lips moving with mine. Kissing me. I was kissing Kelcey. And… more.

I’d been blocking out so many thoughts about Kelcey that, with her opening the door to them, they came pouring through, splintering the walls around them. Vivid images of her on her back below me, thesoundsshe always made—

I slipped my hand up her back and gripped her by the shirt, holding her tighter into me as I kissed her like she was the only thing that existed, because—well, I was pretty sure she was. Kelcey Huntington, the most perfect person to ever live. The woman I loved more than anything.

She broke off from the kiss, and I instantly flared with worry wondering if I’d done something wrong and she’d come back to her senses and didn’t want me around her, but she brushed her thumbs over my cheeks, looking fondly at me. “What would you like, Veronica?” she said in that sweet, perfect little voice, and I arched against her, my body already aching.

“Oh, god—I-I don’t know. I don’t know what I… can…”

She smiled wider, resting her forehead against mine. “Just let me know what kinds of things you’ve thought about me.”

I flushed hot, scrunching up my face. “Uh—I, uh—”

“You can tell me.”

I flicked my gaze away. “I wouldn’t… let myself do that… I mean, I tried to stop it as much as possible. It felt disrespectful to you.”

She went wide-eyed, a smile dancing on her lips. “And… which of those repressed thoughts is coming to the surface now?” she said. “You can ask for whatever. If I’m not up to it, I want to figure out the closest thing that I am up for.”

I bit my lip, my heart pounding so hard I thought it’d explode. This was Kelcey Huntington, actually offering herself up to me. Where was I even supposed to start? I tugged on the lapel of her shirt. “Can I… take this off? You’re just so beautiful…”

“Of course, darling,” she said, moving to push her chest out towards me, arms at her sides, and I quivered looking at her—every line of her perfect figure, her perfect face—as I undid the shirt with shaking hands, one button at a time. I got down to the last button and looked to her for permission one more time, and when she nodded, I slipped it down her shoulders, pulling it open to where my heart caught at the sight of her body… at the soft, smooth skin there, the tapered lines of her waist, up to the swell of her breasts, perfectly round and full, the soft tan color of her firm nipples standing out against her pale, creamy skin. Wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, bare thighs pressing against my legs, and—just like she’d promised, the wet spot on her underwear. Down to the smallest things, like where the bit of her stomach stuck out over the band of her underwear, the two freckles on the swell of her one breast, the light fuzz of pale hairs on her upper thighs poking out from the edges of her underwear, just… flawless. Kelcey Huntington, in everything that she was.

“Wow,” I said softly, and she laughed.

“You can touch me,” she whispered, and I think it was a miracle I didn’t explode hearing that. I slipped my hands upreverently exploring her body, tracing up to cup over her breasts, gripping the full form of each—I guess I had a thing for big breasts. Well, probably not. If Kelcey’s were small, then I’d have a thing for small. I just—adored her. Every aspect of her.

She made a small, perfect noise in her throat when I flicked my fingers over her nipples, and it ignited something in me, moaning softly watching the flush creep deeper into her face, arching her back to push her breasts towards me. I kissed the dip of her collar, and before I could overthink it, I moved in and took one nipple in my mouth, tasting that slightly buttery, creamy way I remembered her as tasting, and she moaned my name as I felt her perfect fingers slip to my head, tangling in my hair.

I hadn’t attended to myself much lately. I couldn’t do it without thinking of Kelcey, and that felt inappropriate, which meant—all things considered—I felt like I’d explode the second she touched me. That was okay. I’d make love to her until sunrise without one second of her attention if it was what she wanted.

I moved to shed my own shirt, tossing it onto the floor, and Kelcey slipped back off of her position straddling my lap to sit red-faced on the bed breathing hard as I slipped my pants off, aware of Kelcey’s eyes keenly on my breasts. I’d barely finished dropping my pants off the bed before Kelcey came in and captured me in another kiss, her hand exploring across my body and teasing my nipple, and I moaned explosively against her, arching my back even at the slightest bit of her touch. I couldn’t control myself, arousal spiking up through me, and I kissed her deeply, touching my tongue to hers in a breathless dance of heat before I pushed her onto her back, breaking off the kiss to move down her body and hook my fingers under the band of her underwear, and I didn’t even get to ask before she rolled her head back against the mattress, gasping, “God, Veronica, please,yes,” and I couldn’t say no to the most attractive woman who’d ever lived begging me to strip her naked.

I tugged her underwear down, tossing them off the bed, and my very essence ached at the sight of her sprawled naked on my bed—a sight I’d seen so many times before but never reallyseen,propped up on her elbows like this looking at me with that wild, breathless look.

“Kelcey—”

“Don’t leave me alone here,” she said, tugging my underwear down too, and I broke off with a gasp, rising onto my knees to let her strip my underwear off me. She’d barely gotten them down to my knees and shimmied them off to throw them to the floor before she moved in seamlessly, one swift motion, and—she pressed her mouth up against me, sending heat and pleasure stabbing through me with an uncontrolled throbbing out to my fingertips, and I cried out, dropping onto my back.

“Oh my god, Kelcey—” My legs were shaking, suddenly spread without my control to either side of her perfect, pretty face, beautiful blue eyes looking up at me as her tongue swiped through every part of where Ineededher right now, and I—god, I was going to last for two minutes tops if she did that. Kelcey Huntington sucking on my clit—

I couldn’tnot, though, and I gasped things I didn’t even know what as I gripped her by the back of the head with one hand, clawing through the sheets with the other, and I pressed her into me because my body didn’t know how not to.

“Kelcey—Jesus Christ, Kelcey, I—oh my god, you’re—if you keep doing that, I can’t—”

She pulled up off of me for a second where nothing existed and I just needed her mouth again. “Go ahead and come,” she said sweetly, rubbing her fingers in tight circles on my clit while she spoke, driving me right back where I was. “You’ve been waiting so long for this. I know you well enough to know youwon’t be done,” she said, and she moved her fingers to press her lips back up to me, and I gave in, clutching her by the hair and arching into her, screaming her name as she worked me relentlessly towards an orgasm.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes—the way I’dneededher for so fucking long, and how beautiful she was,soperfect, and that it wasKelcey Huntingtonand I loved her so much it felt like my heart could explode, and I got to do everything with her—there was so much built up in me that it was barely any time before I came explosively on her face, Kelcey’s tongue just like I remembered working me completely undone until I left this universe, everything fading out, my whole body softening like a ribbon pulled undone.

“Kelcey…” I breathed shakily as I looked down at her, coming up off of me with her face slick and the most perfect smile on her face. I blushed hot, just—seeing her like that—the woman I loved, covered with the traces of how much pleasured me. “Oh, god, Kelcey,” I whispered, and she moved up to kiss me quickly, beaming.

“I’d missed the way you taste,” she said, and I felt my face prickle.

“Spent a lot of time thinking about it?”

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