Sutton whined, deep in her throat, rubbing herself against Charlotte, and she was still dazed from coming, but she managed to move her fingers against Sutton, faster, faster, and?—
And then Sutton froze above her, trembling, her hand fisting in Charlotte’s hair as she stared into her eyes, and Charlotte felt that look in that dark blue gaze move through her.
This moment, the way Sutton felt clenching around her fingers as her hot, erratic breaths washed over Charlotte’s lips… she’d never been so caught up in another person in her entire life. Yes, she’d been with women since Sutton, but not even the best nights she’d experienced with different women felt half as good as this hurried, intense moment with Sutton Spencer.
With every quake that rocked through Sutton’s body, Charlotte felt more and more intoxicated by her pleasure. This was it. It was everything.
When Sutton’s breath became a little more regulated, more normal, and her forehead fell into Charlotte’s shoulder, she finally was able to take a deep breath.
She slid her hand out of Sutton’s pants, settling it on her hip, as she felt Sutton’s heart racing. She knew hers was, too.
“Darling, I?—”
Charlotte didn’t know what she did.
But in that moment, she could feel Sutton stiffen, moments before she jerked away.
Wide, blue eyes stared at Charlotte, who was still leaning back, shamelessly, on her desk, thoroughly fucked. Even though Sutton had been the instigator, she blushed. And, damn, Charlotte adored that, even as confusion crashed down over her.
“I—” Sutton began. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t?—”
“Sutton, it’s okay.” It wasmorethan okay?—
“No! It wasn’t! Not okay! Nope,” Sutton seemed to be muttering to herself more than Charlotte as she backed away, quickly zipping up her fly. “I have to go. I…” She stared, wide-eyed, at Charlotte for a long moment before turning around and fleeing.
Charlotte could only stare, her heart pounding in her chest while utter bafflement mixed with satisfaction in her mind.
What in the hell was that?
CHAPTER SIX
What the hellhad she done?
It was really all Sutton had been able to think since the previous night.
She wasSutton Spencer. She didn’tdothose kinds of things! She didn’t just walk into Charlotte Thompson’s office and—and…have her way with her.
And yet she had. She’d walked right into Senator Charlotte Thompson’s office, pushed her against the desk, and fucked her. There was no other way to say it. And then—or, at the same time?—Charlotte had madehercome.
It was all she was able to see in her mind’s eye. Not even just when she closed her eyes and thought about it, butconstantly. The way Charlotte had moved against her, the heat in her eyes, the way she’d sounded as she’d moved against Sutton’s hand. The way she’dfelt.
The way she’d made Sutton feel… No one touched her like Charlotte did. So knowingly, all confidence and no question.
God. She?—
“Sutton, hello?” Regan snapped her fingers in front of her eyes, jolting Sutton out of her thoughts and back into the moment.
Brunch. At the hole-in-the-wall diner down the street from where Regan and Emma lived; it was Regan’s favorite place.
Sutton rubbed a hand over her heated cheeks, shaking her head. “Sorry. I’m listening.”
And shehad been. She had been listening to Regan talk about the remodel at her bakery, which was delivered in typical Regan fashion: big gestures, perfect delivery, and, typically, Sutton would have been listening without difficulty.
Regan nailed her with a critical look. “Like I don’t know when you’re zoning out.” Also in typical Regan fashion, she wasn’t offended by Sutton’s lack of focus. Instead, she was studying Sutton so closely, her dark eyes narrowed as she stared across the table…
Sutton ducked her gaze to pick at the pancakes she’d barely taken a bite of. Otherwise, and maybe even in spite of this defensive maneuver, she knew Regan would be able to read her like a book.
“Somethingbigis going on in your head,” Regan muttered. “I clockedthatwhen we sat down, but?—”
