“Forget that shit for one minute!” Miquela had caught her anxious eyes by surprise. “I’m not asking you about our work relationship. I’m asking you about ourpersonalrelationship. I know you pride yourself in separating the two facets of sex… but are you really that divided?”
“Don’t ask me these things.” June put a gentle hand on Miquela’s chest. “I can’t fall for a client, even if she is my patron. I’ve seen shit, Miquela. I’ve seen how it can destroy a woman more times than you can count in any language you know.”
“Let me guess… all those clients those girls fell in love with were trash to begin with. I may not be a rocket scientist, but even I can put two and two together. I know other clients like you know those girls. They love to pick out a new woman, change her life for the better… and then cast her aside like yesterday’s dinner plates. Sometimes they rewash them and use them again, but every time things get a little more run-down. Emotionally speaking, of course.”
“Uh-huh.” June was not impressed. “I’ve heard those gross euphemisms before. Keep going if you insist.”
“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I came to you as nothing more than a client looking for sex, some company, and maybe a new friend. That’s true. That’s how I’ve operated for years, but for some reason, you’ve killed me inside more than any other woman has. Maybe it makes me sound like the most foolish woman in the world, but I love you, June. I have no strings attached to me. No other women. Fuck, I’ve only been with one other woman since I met you!”
She cocked her head. “Now, I find that hard to believe. A woman like you? They’re lining up to ride your—”
“You told me yourself that I should sleep with someone else before I was sure. Well, I did.” Miquela was a master of not giving herself away by glancing in Sette’s perceived direction. “And I still always think of you first. I want to think of you forever.”
“Miquela… please, please don’t do this to me.”
“So you’re going to tell me that you don’t feel anything like that for me at all.”
“It’s not that simple. Miquela, I…” June turned toward the dark corner. Miquela held herself back from putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “There’s no point, don’t you see? I don’t intend to retire from my career yet. Part of that reason is because I’m not like most, I guess. I never understood the appeal of having only one person for the rest of your life. I like the variety in my life. I’m bound to break your heart, no matter how much I really love you.”
“June.” Miquela put both hands on her shoulders, easing her to look up at her. “You love her, don’t you?”
Her cheeks flushed deep crimson. I knew it. June would never be able to choose. Not because she was unaccustomed tochoosing… but because her brain was wired in a way that set her up for a different destiny from most women.
In a way, that was one of the biggest reasons Miquela loved her.
“I love you both,” she whispered. “Is that wrong?”
“Not if you’re honest about loving me as much as you say you do, June. I consider it an honor to be loved like that by you. I guess it doesn’t matter that much if… you love someone else, too. Don’t be dishonest with me.”
“I would never.” June shook her head so violently that her braid threatened to come undone. “My games with you ended many weeks ago. I didn’t want to admit it then, because it was so unfamiliar to me. I thought I merely liked you a lot, but I always looked forward to your visits. Not just for the sex, but because you were fun to talk to and treated me well. I like the way you feel and smell. Is that weird?”
“I’m pretty sure that’s normal, June.” You have no idea how much I want to smile like a kid on Christmas right now! Was it possible that June truly reciprocated her love? It didn’t seem possible, yet…
Miquela kissed her. She couldn’t help it. How could she, when the wonderful woman she adored was trying so hard to confess the same adoration to her? Any thoughts of other women disappeared between them. As long as June was with her right here and right now… she didn’t care who else was there, or who might have her heart. The thing about June was that she had a big everything, including heart. Plenty to go around.
Her arms wrapped around her. Her tongue darted into her mouth. Her back pressed against the wall, inviting her to hold her there.
Miquela had no idea if anyone could catch them there. Quite frankly, she didn’t care.
“Miq…” Her sweet voice melted Miquela every time she heard it during lovemaking. “We can’t. Not here.”
“Like you couldn’t with her when you were on a date with me?”
It should never be said that June was an angel. Like she had fallen into Sette’s arms the week before, she was falling into Miquela’s now, who welcomed her with the full force of her hips and the power in her hands as they grabbed, squeezed, and pushed June against the wall.
They had to be quick. Not just harried and desperate, but quick. In June’s head, it was probably called aWham-Bam Thank-You Ma’am. In Miquela’s, it was a chance to sate her lust and show June the number of things she did to her.
To be fair, though, Miquela did an awful lot of things to her right now!
“Don’t stop,” June begged, as Miquela slammed two fingers into her and sucked her throat without a care for love bites. All Miquela could think about was marking June as hers; letting the world see the real June Kingsley as taken by Miquela Bolivar. They didn’t know shit from those pictures – or even those paintings – like they would know her as soon as she was done releasing all her pent-up emotion inside of June. Again. “Oh, my God…”
It had to be a record of some kind. Then again, this was June. If anyone was a master at coming on command, let alone a full thirty seconds into sex, then it was her.
Her body said warm wet tightyes yes yesand her heart said warm love rightyes yes yes.The moment June began to come, her whole body squeezed around Miquela. Arms. Legs. The depths of her inner walls as they stroked Miquela’s aching fingers and begged her to make her feel as if they were truly one.
She threw her head back against the wall, containing the sound of her scream but unable to keep her mouth closed orher hands curled into fists. Miquela didn’t know what planet she went to so quickly, but she wanted to join her.
Now.
