Page 30 of Pyg

Fran was far too precious about her car to let Alice borrow it, so that wasn’t an option. Perhaps she could get an Uber? But they’d driven miles to get here, and where exactlyherewas, fuck knows.Do Ubers even come this far out of town?

Alice picked up her phone and scrolled. When she looked up again Fran had twisted around to look at her. Her tousled hair fanned across the pillow and a wicked grin lifted her lips, coated in the patchy pink remnants of yesterday’s lipstick.

“I’ll call Jeremy myself and tell him I’ve asked you to run some errands.”

“No, Fran. I’m not your bloody PA. I’m the Exec Assistant at T&D.”

Fran’s smile grew wider. “Ooh, Alice, you spicy little sausage. Do you know how sexy you are when you’re being salty?” Fran’s arm snaked out from between the sheets. With a smouldering look in her eyes, she tiptoed her fingers across the mattress towards Alice, stepping her digits over Alice’s thigh and inching towards her groin.

“Stop it.” Alice pushed Fran’s hand away, only to be betrayed by the stupid smile creeping over her own lips. “Come on, get up. I need you to drive me into town. We came here in your car.”

Fran shook her head like a petulant child.

“Stop messing around. Come on, I’m being serious.”

“God, you’re so sexy when you’re all serious.” Fran groaned and rolled onto her back.

“Fuck.” Alice tipped her head back and pinched her nose.

“Yes, please. I thought you’d never offer,” Fran purred and rested her hand back on Alice’s thigh, this time sinking her nails into the tender flesh. Alice breathed heavily through her nose and grabbed her phone again; her thumb made quick work of tapping out a text.

Sorry, car troubles…

Technically, not a lie — the trouble being that she was nowhere near her car.

Will be there as soon as I can.

With a swoosh, the message sent to both Catherine and Jeremy. An immediate response pinged back, but without looking Alice placed the phone face-down on the bedside table. She sucked in a deep breath and scooched down the bed until her eyes were in line with Fran’s.

Fran smiled her approval and cupped Alice’s breast, pinching the already erect nipple between her fingers.

“You’re going to get me fired, one of these?—”

Fran hushed Alice with a deep kiss, pushing her tongue into her mouth. She released the firm grip on Alice’s nipple and her fingers travelled lower, but stopped short of where Alice hoped they were heading. Alice quivered in anticipation of Fran’s touch, but Fran wouldn’t play nicely; she never did. There would be punishment for the rude awakening —exquisite punishment.Fran took Alice’s bottom lip between her teeth and bit it.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Alice nodded.

Fran coiled a fistful of Alice’s hair around her hand and pulled her head back, exposing her throat. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Touch me,” Alice rasped.

“Turn around.”

Alice obliged and rolled onto her stomach. Fran straddled her naked buttocks and leaned forward, her soft breasts pressing into Alice’s shoulder blades. “I want you to beg,” she breathed into Alice’s ear.

Fran traced her tongue along the curve of Alice’s neck before sinking her teeth into her shoulder. Alice’s breath hitched.

“Beg.”

“Please.” Alice’s hips rocked into the mattress, desire ripping through her at the sensation of Fran grinding on her arse cheeks.

“Please, what?”

“Pleeeease fuck me.”

Fran licked a trail down Alice’s spine and inched herself back until she was between Alice’s legs.

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