Page 76 of A Conflict of Interest

She kept her head resting on my shoulder, as casual as anything. “I’m not going to stop until you tell me to,” she whispered. “So if you don’t say anything, I’m going to keep going until you’ve come and made a sticky mess inside your panties…”

“God, Veronica…” I closed my eyes, quivering, whimpering quietly. I knew I needed to tell her to stop… that I needed to stop this now before it went far along enough that I couldn’t help making noise. But her fingers were so perfect, sogood,I couldn’t bring myself to, and true to her word, she kept going.

It took all of my focus to turn on a video, playing something random off my phone, just in time to cover up the noises breaking free from my lips as she worked a faster rhythm, her fingers deconstructing me. I moaned softly, quietly, drowned out under the sound of the phone and the music overhead, by the low bustle of the party behind us, and I realized hazily that I was going to come like this—that I was going to come standing here at the side of the room at my company’s holiday event, Veronica doing what she wanted with me…

She knew my body perfectly, like always—right as I was getting close, my body about to give, she turned and kissed me, pressing her lips against mine—a simple thing looking chaste from the outside, but she captured the desperate moan that spilled out from me as her fingers pushed me over the edge.

I didn’t even have the presence of mind to be embarrassed, worried about it—all I cared about was Veronica, and how perfect she was on me, and I came hard on her hand, moving my hips with her and muffling the sounds I made against her lips, and as it subsided, slowly, leaving me trembling, she kept her hand on me without moving, resting against my side and supporting me as my knees quivered.

“There’s a good girl,” she whispered. “Let me know once you’re ready to move again, because I’m going to need to take you home and get you on your knees for me.”

“Mm. Wow. Yeah, I think I’m all partied out here, I, uh… home… home sounds great…”

She smiled wickedly at me, and I twitched as she pulled her hand back out of my pants, and looking at me intently, she licked her fingers clean—slowly, one at a time, cleaning my wetness off of them, sending electric pulses through me just watching it until I was tempted to just get on my knees right here and service her—

“Your car, then,” she whispered, and I jolted out of my heady, hazy thoughts, nodding. I slipped my hand into hers, walking casually, as if everything was natural, and when coworkers or partners stopped me to talk to me and askoh are you leaving so soon,I just hoped I came across sounding natural and not like Veronica had just gotten me off at the edge of the room and I needed her to take me back to my apartment and shove my face between her legs.

It probably came across sounding natural enough. Probably at least a little bit. I hoped.

Luckily my apartment wasn’t too far, but the drive was still too long, and by the time we were back to my apartment, I was quivering like I’d break to pieces if Veronica didn’t take me this instant.

She didn’t make me wait. I didn’t even shut the door behind us before she turned and kissed me fiercely, pressing her lips up against mine, grabbing me by the hips, and she backed me into the wall, taking my bottom lip lightly between hers and sucking, tugging, just enough to send electric fire coursing through me. I moaned suddenly, sharply, loudly against her, gripping at her back, and she pressed her hips up against mine, grinding against me.

She pulled just an inch away from the kiss, looking at me through heavy lidded eyes, and she kicked the door shut before she said, “Take your clothes off, Kelcey. I want to see you on your knees ready to service me.”

I couldn’t obey fast enough—ripped everything off, flung my clothes over the back of the couch, kicked my shoes off and stepped out of my pants and my underwear at the same time, and Veronica caught me before I could drop onto my knees, her hands roaming my sides, my hips, hungrily exploring every part of me.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” she murmured, bending down and kissing my neck, and I moaned softly, let her tease me, play with every part of my body she liked, before she guided me out of the hallway and onto the carpet. She put her hand on my shoulder pushing me down to my knees in front of the couch, before she sat down, haloed in the glow of the half-dimmed ceiling lights, and caressed her fingers through my hair, gentle yet claiming me all at once.

“Veronica…” I whispered, my voice breathless, shaky, and she licked her lips, smiling.

“Good girl.” Simple words that, in her low, husky voice, sent ripples of pleasure murmuring through me. I closed my eyes for a second with a soft moan, and she squeezed her thumb and forefinger on my chin. “Look at me, Kelcey. I want to see your pretty eyes while I ride your mouth.”

I bit my lip hard, opening my eyes to look at her as she pulled her dress up, and I followed her directions breathlessly—shifted in closer between her legs, pulled her underwear down and tugged them off her ankles, and I submitted to her, pressing my lips up against her and holding eye contact just like she liked while I offered her my mouth, my tongue, my… everything.

She guided me to take my time and let her savor every second of me between her legs before her grip tightened on my hair and I felt her muscles clench under my mouth, and she called out my name in a low, throaty growl as I sent her into a crescendo, taking her, tasting—reveling in the taste of her, letting it be everything—and she’d barely stopped twitching on my mouth before she pulled me up to sit on her lap, tugging me into a deep, languid kiss, her hand exploring my body.

At first it was just that—exploring, feeling me, light touches—but as the kiss deepened and the heat grew between us, she dipped her hand down between my legs, and I moaned against her lips and spread my legs for her, letting her have me as she liked.

She knew every perfect little touch to undo me—her fingers worked expertly over me and broke me down until I was gasping for breath, led helplessly in the heated kiss between us, crying out broken moans against her lips, until an orgasm crashed over me and swept me up, rattling every part of my body and leaving me sweaty and breathless.

One way or another, we landed in my bed, Veronica stripped naked with me, and we giggled and shared little touches, pillow talk and floaty feelings, until the heat stirred upagain and she’d fastened the strap-on harness on me and settled on top of me to ride me, heat and hunger in her expression as she moved her hips with deep thrusts, rocking and grinding on me. The sight of her on top of me was enough that I was desperate for more by the time she finished on me, but I barely had to whimper apleasebefore she settled in between my legs, strap quickly discarded and replaced with her perfect mouth, her perfect soft lips.

She was so gorgeous… my chest ached with how much I adored her, even as my body burned with the fiery heat between us, as she pushed me into another explosive climax. It took a while for us to stumble into showers, me going first and stopping on the way back to plant a quick kiss on Veronica’s lips on her way to the bathroom before I crashed in bed wrapped up in a robe, and I thought then to check my phone to make sure nobody was too mad at me for ditching the party.

Instead, I had two texts, one from Anna and one from Lucy, both sent at roughly the same time, and knowing them, probably independent of each other. They were just always in perfect sync like that. Officially my second favorite couple in the world.

Congratulations to you and Veronica,Lucy sent, and then from Anna, the much more coached,If Veronica does anything to hurt you again, let me know and I’ll give her a talking-to. Family is going upstate to the mountains on the third, you’d be welcome to come.

As a part of the family… dating Veronica Preston. No matter how much I searched around, I couldn’t find any reason not to want that.

I was still in that dreamy feeling when Veronica got back from the bathroom, wearing an oversized sweater and panties and some slightly smudged makeup that I may or may not have had a hand in messing up, and I grabbed her by the wrist before she could say a word and tugged her into bed with me, pullingher down to kiss her. She lay in bed next to me, eyes twinkling with laughter as she pulled away.

“Hell of a greeting,” she said.

“You took a long shower. I missed you.”

“Psh.” She flicked my hair back. “Imagine how rough it is for me while you’re gone for eight hours at work? Honestly… I deserve props for being such a trooper.”

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