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"You’re on time," Caitlin said.

"You told me not to be late."

"I did." Caitlin crossed the room. She didn’t stop until she was close, very close. “I’ve just spent the entire morning being a partner. Being professional, being impressive. And the whole time I was thinking about you in the audience and I couldn’t concentrate because I kept remembering last night."

"You seemed pretty concentrated from where I was sitting."

"I’m good at putting on a show.” Caitlin put her hands on Helena’s face. "But I’m done performing now. I have something I need to show you."

She kissed Helena. Not as her Gatinha, not as a submissive… just Caitlin kissing Helena because she wanted to, her hands on Helena’s face, her lips soft and objectively amazing. Helena kissed her back hard, her hands finding Caitlin’s skin just about her hips, loving the smoothness under her fingertips.

Caitlin broke the kiss and walked Helena backwards to the bed. She sat Helena on the edge, knelt between her legs, and pushed Helena’s skirt up towards her hips.

"I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” Caitlin said, looking up at her. “Even when I was up on stage. I want to show you how much I’ve learned. And…” She grinned. “Whatever you might think about everything else I told you last night, I’ve definitely learned.” Her fingers hooked into Helena’s underwear and pulled them down. “Let me show you how.”

Helena leaned back on her hands and Caitlin lowered her mouth to her. Everything else in the world stopped mattering.

Caitlin was extraordinary. Not just improved, she was transformed. Last night and that morning Helena had been able to tell that Caitlin knew what she was doing much better now than she had before, but they’d been so caught up in the passion of their reunion that it was as much about being there with each other as anything. Now, Caitlin was confident, certain, so far removed from the more tentative exploration that Helena remembered from their time in Houston. She found the right rhythm and the right places quickly, responding to every shift of Helena’s hips and every sound she made. She was thorough and patient, completely unhurried, as if the conference and the networking lunch had ceased to exist.

Helena let herself go as she rarely could in the dominant-submissive dynamic. This time wasn’t about dominance or submission. This was about a woman on her knees because she wanted to be, showing the woman on the bed exactly how much she wanted her.

Helena came hard, one hand tight in Caitlin’s hair, her other hand gripping the hotel sheets, biting back a cry that probably wouldn’t have been appropriate to have echoing down the corridor on a Thursday lunchtime. Caitlin helped her through it, drawing it out, then brought her to the edge and over it a second time, and this time Helena really did cry out, repeatedly, it felt too good to do anything but. When Helena finally opened her eyes, Caitlin was looking up at her with an expression of fierce satisfaction.

"Improvement?" Caitlin asked.

"I’ve turned to jelly." Helena grinned. “So yeah. You got good. Really, really good.”

Caitlin grinned and climbed up beside her. They kissed, Helena tasting herself on Caitlin’s tongue, and lay together for just a couple of minutes, long enough for Helena to feel herself return to something approaching normal.

"I have to go back," Helena said. "I’ve been 'making a phone call' for twenty minutes."

"Your São Paulo client must be very demanding."

“She is incredibly demanding, it seems.” Helena pulled her underwear back up, smoothed her skirt down, and stood. She knew she was glowing. "How do I look?"

"Like a woman who’s just had an exceptional lunch."

Helena laughed and kissed Caitlin once more. “Until tonight?”

“Until tonight.” Caitlin was grinning, and Helena couldn’t help but copy her.

As she rode the elevator back down Helena was incandescent. Every nerve was alive, the taste of Caitlin’s kiss still on her lips. The woman who’d held the upper echelons of her firm rapt that morning had just spent twenty minutes, near naked on her knees, because, put simply, she’d wanted to give Helena pleasure.

That… the sheer, uncomplicated desire, was the most arousing thing that Helena had ever experienced.

Chapter 16

Dinner for the second and final night was a lavish affair, much more so than the dinner on the first night. The firm had booked the hotel’s ballroom and Helena immediately understood it for what it was: a reminder to the partners that the firm had history, that it had style, that it treated them well, and for the non-partners like Helena a tantalising taste of what was to come if you kept your head down and worked hard.

Helena found herself sat at the global Managing Partner’s table for dinner and so she forced herself to push Caitlin out of her mind, or at least she tried. It didn’t help that when Caitlin arrived for dinner she was wearing a navy-blue dress that looked incredible, not to mention familiar. It took Helena a second but then she placed it, the same dress Caitlin had worn to their proper date on their last night in Houston. When Helena briefly caught her eye during the appetisers across the room, Caitlin’s smile told her that that dress was definitely no accident.

After dinner, the Miami office had arranged a party in a nearby bar and, despite her desperation to get Caitlin behind a locked door and do unspeakable things to her, Helena knew that neither of them could miss it… the half-shouted conversation next to a dark dance floor with a colleague was worth more for building a relationship than talking to them over a video conference for a hundred times as long. And, of course, they were there to work after all.

She and Caitlin didn’t avoid each other, not deliberately, but they didn’t seek each other out either. But… that didn’t mean they weren’t in contact.

You’re looking so good tonight, Gatinha. So good. Hold your drink in both hands if you want to be good for your Dona x

Helena sent the message and watched, amused, as Caitlin glanced at her wrist then stiffened, forcing herself to smile at the partner she was talking to. Then, slowly and deliberately, she moved her drink so that it was held in two hands rather than one. Not even a glance Helena’s way, but she was playing, that was for certain.