“Promise?” she asks again.
“It’s just holding hands,” I lie as I take her hand.
*****
It’s late afternoon by the time we get back to my flat and the autumn daylight is already fading, so after kicking off my shoes and hanging up my jacket, I dash around the room turning on lamps and lighting a few candles. Just as I’m finding my laptop and placing it on the coffee table for our work, I glance up at Mina who’s looking at me with a quizzical look on her face.
“What?” I ask. “What is it? Do I have gravy on my chin or something?”
“No. You just…” She begins but trails off. “You just make me smile sometimes even when I really don’t want to.”
And I see now that she is smiling. She’s looking at me and she’s smiling. Maybe that smile and those sweet words aren’t meant as an invitation, but they feel like one to me. I step closer to her.
“Mina, I wanted to ask you—”
She turns around suddenly and heads to the kitchen. I follow her and watch her go to the sink and fill a glass with water.
“Drink this,” she says handing it to me.
I take it but at the same time give the glass and her a questioning look as she fills another glass. “Why?”
“I want us both properly hydrated,” she replies taking a large drink from her glass.
“For working on the pitch?”
“No, for fucking,” she says far too casually.
“But I thought we were going to work on—” I am cut off by Mina finishing her glass of water, slamming it down in the sink and closing the distance between us, all in one swift, purposeful movement. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips as she presses her breasts against me. I look down at her and slide my hand around the back of her neck. I’m about to lean down and take her lips when she turns her head and calls out into the room.
“Hey Google,” she says. I pull back in shock.
“Mina, what—” I say as the Google device in my living room beeps and lights up.
“Shhh.” She tuts at me and then raises her voice again. “PlayFly Awayby Lenny Kravitz.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that curls my lips, not even if my life depended on it. But I quickly smother my smile by pulling Mina up to meet my mouth.
Our kiss begins slowly, almost like we’re testing each other, not in a pushy way but rather who can hold back the longest, who will break first and push their tongue a little firmer against the other’s or moan into the other’s mouth, who can wait the longest before they dig their fingertips into arse cheeks. As it happens – and I could have put money on it – I am the first to break, practically growling into Mina’s mouth as I apply more pressure to the back of her head. But it doesn’t feel like losing when she then pushes up against me harder, sucks my bottom lip into her mouth and releases it with a satisfied whimper. When I pull back to catch my breath, and more honestly, to take a long look at Mina, I see a mischevious look on her face.
“You look like you have a plan for me,” I say, hesitantly.
“I was just thinking about asking you where your toys are,” she replies.
“My toys… Well, I don’t have any,” I answer.
She blinks at me, slowly. “You don’t have any toys? Like, none?” I shake my head. “What kind of bisexual are you?”
“A terrible one apparently,” I say.
“I feel like I need to report you to some greater bisexual authority or something.”
“Please don’t. I’ve been barely clinging on to my membership as it is,” I fake beg her. “But in my defence, I’ve not had much need for toys,” I rub my erection against her stomach, “because I sort of have one built in, you know.”
“It’s a shame this is going to be the last time we fuck,” Mina says, and now her casualness is painful, damning, in fact. “Otherwise, I’d completely convert you and kit you out with a life-changing collection of silicone accessories.”
“This is the last time we’re going to fuck?” I ask, unable to ignore it even though a big part of me wishes I could.
Mina slides a hand between us and starts to rub my hard dick through my jeans. It feels so good it almost distracts me from more damning words that leave Mina’s mouth.
