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“Do you want me to forget your address?” Jaime asked as she gently brushed a thumb across Anya’s bottom lip. She hoped Anya wouldn’t ask her to leave or dismiss whatever was happening here, but she would respect her wishes. “I don’t want to, but if this is too much for you and you’d rather I only contact you about police business, I’ll do that for you.”
Anya studied Jaime’s eyes and the sincerity in them. In this moment, she wanted to kiss Jaime, not ask her to forget her address. Jaime came across as the kind of person who only knew how to be honest. Anything she said to Anya, she meant it. “Jaime.”
Jaime lowered her hand to Anya’s thigh, to the bare skin she so desperately wanted to caress, taste, and lavish with her mouth. Subconsciously, she palmed Anya’s skin. Was she imagining all of this, or had Anya just taken her bottom lip between her teeth? “I think you know what I want.”
For the briefest of moments, Anya had to wonder if Jaime wanted this to be another transaction.No, she doesn’t strike you as that person,and you know it, Anya thought. Truth be told, Anya wanted whatever the hell it was Jaime was hinting at this evening, but she had to be sure. “What is this about for you?”
Jaime gazed up at Anya. Her hand was so close to the tie on her robe that shealmosttugged on it. “The start of… something.” Jaime stroked her hands up and down Anya’s thighs, inching a little higher every time. “Maybe something exciting, I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead.” Jaime knew that if this was ever going to come to anything, she had to be brave. She reached out and tugged the tie, holding her breath as Anya allowed her robe to fall open. When she was met with that delectable skin, Jaime drew the back of her hand up Anya’s stomach and watched with delight as she shuddered. Then camethe moan. Oh, the moan was everything Jaime never knew she needed. “Fuck.” She looked up at Anya again, far more than appreciative to be here. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Jaime’s words shouldn’t have set Anya off the way they did, but it was the comment, coupled with the look in Jaime’s eyes, that had Anya grinding in her lap unexpectedly. She couldn’t recall the last time anything close to this had happened to her. Was Anya out of her mind? Potentially…probably, but it didn’t change the fact that Jaime’s intense stare had wetness pooling between her thighs. “So,” Anya said as her body trembled. “Something exciting…”
“I mean,I’mcertainly feeling excited right now.” Jaime tweaked a nipple, and then she leaned in and took the other between her lips. Her clit throbbed when Anya’s nipple hardened, only encouraging Jaime to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in closer. She dipped a hand between Anya’s legs, unable to hold back any longer. “May I?”
Anya held Jaime’s chin in her hand, her eyes dark and intense. “I wish you would.”
Jaime gathered Anya’s wetness on the tips of her fingers as their lips met, a moan spilling into Jaime’s mouth, urging her to offer more. Jaime wanted to. She wanted to get lost in everything this woman was, but was Anya really interested in what was potentially happening here? As she pressed herself to Jaime’s fingers, that thought left her mind entirely. Hadn’t this been all she’d dreamed of recently? Touching this woman. Tasting her. Hearing her come. Jaime eased two fingers inside Anya, surprised by the look of sheer bliss on her beautiful face. Oh, it was one hundred percent a face she could get used to. “Fuck, you feel good.”
Anya whimpered and writhed in Jaime’s lap, enjoying this for what it likely was. A release, a moment to destress, an encounter that would relieve them of the mess they seemed tobe in here. Maybe Jaime could lie to herself and believe this was going somewhere, but in the light of day, when the passion had settled and Jaime remembered what Anya did at the club, reality would set in. Wasn’t thatpreciselywhy Anya chose to become Lady A? So things like thiswouldn’thappen again? Wasn’t that just fucking ironic now that Anya could imagine…something with Jaime. Anya’s emotional decision would come back to bite her on the ass; it always did.
But then, she had to consider if she really knew what Jaime wanted at all. She hadactivelysought Anya out on more than one occasion now. She hadpaidjust to be in the same room as her. Perhaps Jaime did want to feel that pain and the punishment, but Anya didn’t andcouldn’tbelieve it was the only thing she wanted out of this. No, Jaime was genuine. Anya felt it in her touch as she slowly eased in and out of her.
“I think about you,” Jaime whispered as she lay open-mouthed kisses across the space below Anya’s breasts. “Every minute of the day, you’re all I’m thinking about.”
“J-Jaime.” The detective’s honesty was almost too much for Anya. Both physically and emotionally. She hadn’t prepared herself for this kind of sex, but maybe that was for the best. Anya was already in her head when it came to Jaime’s intentions. Would it be crazy just to let go and enjoy this in the way Jaime was? Jaime pressed the heel of her hand to Anya’s clit and sucked a nipple into her mouth. “O-oh. F-fuck.”
She released it slowly as she smiled up at Anya. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing or why I’m so drawn to you, but I can’t stop the way I feel, Anya. I’d hope you wouldn’t expect me to.”
Anya swallowed down the emotion lodged in her throat and rode Jaime’s hand. She wrapped her arms around Jaime’s neck, pressed their foreheads together, and nodded slowly. “I want you to take what you need from me.”
Jaime’s heart stuttered. She didn’t know how to take that. Did Anya think she was only here for this? Fuck, no. Jaime wanted this to be a regular thing. She wanted to move on with her life, find a new normal and long overdue happiness, and just…live. Maybe even love again someday. “And I want you to do the very same.”
Anya silenced Jaime with her lips, her pussy tightening around Jaime’s fingers when Jaime sucked on the tip of her tongue. She fought back a smile, slowly noting in her mind what Anya enjoyed, and then she slipped a third finger inside her.
Anya drew back and gasped, her fingernails digging into the back of Jaime’s neck. “Shit, yes.” She threw her head back when Jaime sank deeper, moaning into the silence of the room.
“This is all I’ve wanted since the moment I walked into your room. To feel you. To know how you taste. The privilege of being in this position with you is not lost on me, Anya. I hope you know that.”
Anya locked eyes with Jaime as she brought her arms from around Jaime’s shoulders, instead holding her face. If she could just memorize this moment and how Jaime’s gaze made her feel, then perhaps something could come of this.
“You’re close,” Jaime whispered as she pressed the heel of her hand a little harder to Anya’s clit. Jaime wasn’t wrong at all, and the next time she moved, Anya was going to come. “I’ve imagined this moment, but nothing could come close to the reality of it.” Jaime craned her neck and nipped at Anya’s bottom lip. “You’re not the kind of woman I dream about. You’re the kind of woman I want in the flesh.”
Jaime’s voice and everything she was saying tipped Anya over the edge, her orgasm roaring through her far more intensely than she thought it would. She lowered her face to Jaime’s shoulder, shaking against the very woman who had initially believed she was a suspect in her case. What the fuckwas she doing? No, what were theybothdoing? “Oh, Jaime.” Anya’s hips slowed as she lifted her head. Only as she did, Jaime slid out of her and sucked her fingers into her mouth. Fuck, that was hot.
She cleaned Anya from her fingers and then licked her lips. “Mmm. I knew it,” Jaime said, smirking. “I knew you’d taste real fucking good.”
Anya climbed from Jaime’s lap and took her hand. “We’re not finished.”
Instead of wondering where the rest of this night was headed, Jaime took the hand offered to her and rose to her feet. Their bodies collided in all the most delicious ways possible, and Jaime knew Anya was right. They were far from finished. She wrapped an arm around Anya’s waist and pulled her flush against her as Jaime whispered, “Lead the way.”
Chapter Sixteen
Jaime woketo the sound of her phone vibrating on the floor. She peeked over the side. Two missed calls and a message. It was Max, but she didn’t have the energy to reach down for it. As she lay beside Anya this morning, she was spent in all the best ways possible.
Then she focused on the ceiling, cleared her mind, and frowned. She hadn’t dreamed about Taylor last night. She also hadn’t woken up this morning thinking about her. Jaime had slept through the night for the first time in as long as she could remember without flinching. That probably explained why she had a dead arm when she’d turned onto her back about an hour ago.
Anya lay on her back, her luscious red hair splayed across her pillow. The crisp white sheet rested just above her nipples, giving Jaime the perfect view of the swell of her breasts. But it was the silence of the room that Jaime chose to focus on as she adjusted her eyes to the morning sunlight peeking through. Last night…hadn’t been expected. Jaime could deal with falling asleep on Anya’s couch. She could appreciate sharing dinner with her, too, but what followed? No. She was struggling to get her head around what followed.
Jaime wasn’t in the habit of sleeping over at another woman’s place. And she certainly wasn’t in the habit of choosing a woman who was a person of interest in a homicide case, either. But it had happened, and now Jaime had to decide how best to dissect that. She would have to come clean to Max eventually. She already felt the guilt brewing in her stomach as she lay here with potentially the most beautiful woman in the world. Only the guilt that was beginning to resurface wasn’t exactly because of her colleagues. No, it was the idea of waking up without Taylor at the forefront of her mind. How could she just forget her like that? How could Jaime just throw away what they’d had for a night of passion with a woman who worked at a brothel?
