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She nodded.
“And if I unsnapped the gusset?”
“Nothing.”
Al whistled low and shifted, the pressure between her own legs riding her hard. “Fuck, Red.”
CC’s fingers around her wrist tightened, nails digging near her pulse point. “Tell me how.”
Al reined herself back in and increased the speed and pressure of her strokes. “You’re gonna go home, you’re gonna leave all this on, including those heels, and you’re gonna set the pillow and dildo up on your bed facing the window. Lights off, blinds open.”
CC’s eyes fluttered closed, her chest heaving, the curves of her breasts fighting the neckline of the leotard. “Okay,” she panted. “Now what?”
Al kept going, painting the erotic picture for her. “You’re gonna climb on the bed, unsnap the leotard, then sink down on that dildo.”
CC groaned and parted her legs enough for Al to rub lower, closer to her clit. “Fuck yeah.”
“You’re going to ride it like you’re putting on a show for me. Like it’s me under you, my strap-on you’re grinding down on, my fingers stroking your clit.” She increased the pressure again and, with her other hand dangling from the back of the couch, flirted with the side of CC’s breast. “And I want you to pull these amazing tits out of your bra, over this tempting fucking neckline, and hold them in your hands, squeeze and pinch them until you’re right on the edge.”
Sweat dappled CC’s forehead, her breaths coming fast and short. “And then?”
“And then you’re gonna fall forward and put your hands in the mattress above my head, your tits in my face. And I’m going to suck so hard you scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear when you come.”
Her body stiffened, jerked, and then heat and wetness intensified against Al’s fingertips. “Fuck me.”
“I intend to, Red.” She leaned closer, as if whispering something to anyone watching, and chanced a lick of the sweat that dappled CC’s hairline. CC gave another jerk, and Al grinned. “You’re so responsive, so good for me.”
A devastating whimper.
“We close this deal, and I’m gonna fuck you good, CC. I’ll give you everything you need, just the way you like it.”
CC’s eyes fluttered open, the warm brown molten. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
Chapter Fifteen
CC checked each of the folders in the accordion file sorters on the conference table. Everything was in order. Only two empty slots left.
“I’ve got ’em.” Brynn entered the room, two folders in hand. “Final docs for wet sigs tomorrow.” She dropped them into their slots. “When you said you were going to make me do the wet docs like this, I didn’t actually believe you.”
CC chuckled. “Al and I agreed.” Along with several other less professional agreements CC was hoping to make reality this weekend. Sure, closing technically wasn’t until next week, but once the documents were signed and at the title company, all that was left was for money to flow and documents to record. This torture was almost over, unbelievably ahead of schedule for a change.
“It’s important for Jen and Etienne,” CC explained. “And yes, ninety percent of closings are digital now, but”—she tapped the accordion of documents on the left—“deeds and recordables still require wet ink in most jurisdictions.” Then tapped the accordion on the right. “And Dotson’s lender is insisting on at least one set of wet signed documents too. A pain, yes, but you’ve done great work getting this all set up.”
“There is something cathartic about seeing it ready to go like this.”
“For my first big solo closing, I had two rows of accordions and folders stretched down a table twice this long.”
“See, now, that’s not catharsis, that’s just madness.”
They were both still laughing when Deena leaned her head into the conference room. “I’m sending a call through to you.”
“Who is it?” CC asked.
“Jen. Doesn’t sound good.”
The worry ripples from early in the deal resurfaced, tossing CC’s mostly coffee stomach with them. The same anxiety had briefly reared its head on Tuesday night when Al had told her about the Dotsons being no-shows at the hearing, but there’d been a perfectly good explanation for that. Had there been more to it? Was that why Jen was calling? Or was there a different hiccup? There honestly hadn’t been enough of them yet for this to feel real.
