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“Then kiss me.”
CC didn’t hesitate, bringing her mouth down on Al’s and thrusting her tongue between Al’s lips, tangling and tasting, wanting what she’d resisted for far too long. Wanting more. She levered up on the leg beneath her and threw the other over Al’s lap, straddling her as she wrapped both arms around her neck, kissing her fill. Al’s hands coasted up her thighs, under the skirt, and over her hips, squeezing her ass cheeks. CC rocked her hips and gasped, the drag of Al’s garters and nylons on the backs of her thighs, the dig of her nails into her cheeks the best kind of torture. “I need you,” she pleaded against Al’s lips.
“I need to give you something first.”
CC drew back, expecting Al’s wicked grin, and was surprised to find her expression serious. Maybe even a touch hesitant. “What is it?” CC asked as she settled back on Al’s thighs.
Al plucked a single sheet of paper out from behind one of the chaise cushions. She held the paper out to CC. “I want you to read this before we go any further in case it changes how we proceed.”
With that lead-in, the only reason CC’s hand didn’t shake when she took the paper from Al was because she recognized the letterhead from other documents the past week.
Rosin Hospitality.
She read through the letter, eyes widening with each line, her brain struggling to wrap itself around what it meant, her insides an equal mess of excitement and... fear, maybe? She reached Tyler’s signature at the bottom, then glanced back up at Al, who was tucking the scarf into her robe pocket. “You’re offering me a job?”
“Rosin Hospitality is.” She tapped the logo at the top of the page. “And I had nothing to do with this. It was all Sloan and Tyler. They were impressed at how efficiently you handled the deal last week. And with operations expanding, they’re ready to bring legal in-house. They asked me to be general counsel, and I said no. I want to start winding down. But you...” She covered one of CC’s hands. “You’re exactly what a growing hospitality company needs.”
CC read over the letter again. The offer was for more than MRM currently paid her, was more than her share as an equity partner would be if MRM ever made her one. The position location was flexible, and it included the ability to bring an associate general counsel on board. Maybe Brynn would want to join her? But she’d be asking Brynn to come off partnership track early, and she would have to leave her own book of business behind. “I need time to think about this,” she told Al. “It wasn’t anywhere on my radar.”
“But I can tell Ty you’ll consider it?”
She nodded. “I can’t not. It’s right in my wheelhouse, it’s a very queer-friendly company, and I could bring Brynn. I just... never seriously considered in-house before.”
“Law schools don’t like to tell us about the nonfirm options.” She lowered her voice in a conspiratorial whisper. “Doesn’t pad their bottom line as well.” CC chuckled, and Al slipped the paper out of her hands. “Take all the time you need, but I wanted you to know about the offer before we went any further tonight. RH is my family’s company, but I’ll have zero say over your job or how you do it. Tyler would be your boss.” She clasped both of CC’s hands in hers. “That said, you and I are about to enter into a Domme/sub relationship, and if this job changes those power dynamics too much for you, then we stop right now. Mind you, I have no intention of letting it. I will never hold one or the other over you, I promise, but you have to trust that promise, CC—completely—or this”—she gestured between them—“doesn’t work.”
CC closed her eyes again, inhaling deep as she gathered her thoughts and words. She only needed a moment, the differences so stark between Quinn and Al, between the past and the present. She opened her eyes and clenched Al’s hands in hers. “Thank you for recognizing that and for offering me the out. Which only proves how good a Domme you will be.”
“But if I’m ever not—”
“I will tell you. That’s my promise in return.” She withdrew her hands and leaned forward, hands braced on the back of the chaise, as she trailed a line of kisses along Al’s neck. “Now can we get to those other promises you made me?”
Al smiled against her lips. “Which ones were those?”
She nipped Al’s ear. “The ones where you make me scream.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Scream, huh?” Al said. “In that case, I have three options for you.”
CC left her hands braced on either side of Al but drew back enough to meet her hooded gaze. “I don’t need options, Al. I need your fingers in my cunt, like, yesterday.” Al lightly popped her ass cheek, and CC hissed. “Not helping.”
“You won’t come until I tell you to.” Al waited for her nod before continuing. “Option one, I close the office doors, activate the blackout glass, and fuck you on this couch.”
And that was only option one? Fuck.
CC squirmed, desperate to relieve the ache between her legs, the gusset of her leotard stretching tight over her center. Al slid a hand down, cupping her, pressing up with the heel of her palm where CC needed it most. CC didn’t dare rut against it, though, not wanting the touch to go away. “Option two?”
“I send a text to the group of people enjoying drinks on my front patio and let them know the show is on.”
A thrill raced down CC’s spine. “The show?”
“Folks like us, who like to watch and be watched, and they will be watching from the living room windows as I fuck you out here.”
CC wouldn’t have been able to stop the roll of her hips if her life depended on it. Thank fuck Al seemed equally turned on, the heel of her palm skating enticingly over CC’s clit. “I’ll show them how lucky I am to have such an amazing, powerful woman as my sub.”
CC was ninety-nine percent sure she was going with option two, but she needed to hear it all. “Option three?”
“I tell them to go away, or let them listen, as I take you upstairs to my bedroom and you ride my strap-on like I promised the other night.”
