Page 53 of Is It Casual Now?

She left without a second glance, needing to separate herself before she gave into her baser desires. Siena’s delicious laugh met her ears as she reached the drawer where she kept her toys. Her spine felt electrified with just the sound waves coming from Siena reaching her. What fresh hell had she found herself in? She shouldn’t be wanting to fuck Siena every second they were in the same vicinity. Should she? Usually she was one and done and over a woman by now.

Then again, she’d always been a little bit obsessed with Siena Frazee, hadn’t she?

She made quick work of her clothes, put the medium-sized dildo into its place and stepped into the strap. Nerves swirled in her stomach, and she wondered if this might actually be a dream, but quickly dismissed the idea as she maneuvered the base of the dildo into place. Her own wetness coated the tips of her fingers, and she bit back a groan and the temptation to ease some of the pressure pulsing in her swollen clit.

“Jamie.” Siena’s voice singsonged her name, pulling it out for several seconds.

“Coming!” Jamie replied, her smile wider than it had been in a while. Much better to let all of this happen with Siena right there with her. It had been amazing the first time, and Jamie had no doubts that this time would be even better.

“You better not be. Not yet, anyway.” Oh there was so much seduction in that voice. Siena knew exactly what she was doing, didn’t she? And she knew how to use her body, her voice, and her brain to get exactly what she wanted. Well, so did Jamie.

Jamie chuckled, and the nerves of walking out with only the strap on disappeared in the sound of Siena’s voice.

“Oh my.” Siena’s breath caught as their eyes locked. Then Siena’s gaze dropped to Jamie’s breasts, staying there and lingering long enough to take them in fully. Then she looked farther down Jamie’s body, across her wide hips and thick thighs and curved belly to right between her legs. “Fuck,” Siena whispered.

“Indeed.” Jamie’s own eyes widened as Siena, still sitting where she had been but now completely naked, spread her legs out in front of her. She wasn’t someone who was lacking in confidence—not in work, not in body, not in sex. Jamie’s heart raced, pounding relentlessly as she struggled to come up with what to do and say next. But she couldn’t move her gaze from the dark hair between Siena’s legs, the curls that covered exactly where she’d wanted to press her face earlier.

It would hold all that scent, all the wetness and flavor that Jamie wanted to consume and memorize. Siena’s breasts were pert, stunning, her nipples a dark dusty brown and hard as pebbles that begged to be touched and rubbed and played with. Siena’s waist was small, curved inward, and begging for Jamie’s touch.

“Do I pass your inspection, Jamie?”

“Of course. Did you think my standards were high?” Jamie winced at that. She hadn’t meant that to come out like it had.

“Hardly, but we are on a bit of time crunch, don’t you know that?”

“Oh, are we on a timeline now?” The question had meant to be flirty. A way for her to continue the teasing and push away the nerves that had crept up while she stood naked in the room, wondering exactly how they had gone from screaming at each other to her wearing her strap. Instead, something strange and unreadable flashed across Siena’s face.

“I work in time, Jamie. Everything is on a timeline.” Siena smiled, and the words came out easily enough, but the thick tension in the room grew a little cooler.

What the hell was this woman doing to her?

“Sorry.” Jamie shook her head and looked down, instantly regretting her eyes being open as the strap mocked her.

“Hey.” Siena’s fingers were under her chin, lifting it slowly to meet her eyes.

Jamie hadn’t even heard Siena move. And suddenly there was a softness to her that Jamie had been wholly unprepared for. She’d seen it, the soft and caring side, but she’d never expected or even thought she’d be on the receiving end of it.

“No timeline. No pressure. Let’s just see where things go, okay?”

“But why? I’m the bad hack journalist.”

“And I’m the money-hungry manager who doesn’t give a shit about her stars.” Siena raised an eyebrow as if to prove her point.

“I don’t believe that. If you’ve read my latest post, you’d know that.”

Siena blinked but whatever thought had entered her mind disappeared before she opened her mouth again. “And I don’t believe you’re nearly as bad as you think you are.”

Jamie opened her mouth, wondering why Siena’s words stirred such warmth in her chest.

“But maybe…” Siena’s chin dropped forward, and she flicked her eyes down before returning her smoldering gaze back to Jamie’s. “A little bit isn’t such a bad thing. All of us women in this industry need to be able to hold our own, don’t we?”

Jamie could fall for this woman. The way she so easily made Jamie comfortable in moments of vulnerability, how she brought it out in her in the first place. The thought caught her off guard, but the pulse that had returned more urgently to her clit made it easy to push it away.

Before she could say or do anything more, Siena dropped to her knees and licked the underside of the dildo before wrapping her lips around the tip of it.

“Oh my God.” Jamie’s legs shuddered at the sight. “Lie down.”

“What?” Siena pulled back, looking up with confusion and a tilt to her head.

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