Page 100 of Obedience

‘Hmmm,’ Dylan hummed low in her throat. ‘Feisty fucker Vincent reporting for duty?’

‘You can bet your outrageously toned arse she is.’

Dylan laughed, pulling Greta on top of her. ‘Come here,’ Dylan whispered as Greta settled on her hips. Greta met her with a soft, open kiss, her arms bracketing Dylan’s head while Dylan’s hands found the curve of her waist. Pulling away just enough to brush a kiss against the tip of Dylan’s nose, Greta looked down at her. As a silent beat passed, Dylan stared back, her eyes warm and soft. ‘I like you, Doctor Vincent.’

Smiling, Greta pushed Dylan’s curls back off her forehead with her fingertips. ‘I like you too, Miss St John.’

Just as Dylan was melting under the trail of kisses peppering her jaw, Greta suddenly rammed her face into Dylan’s neck, obviously aiming for some long-awaited retribution.

Dylan didn’t react. She didn’t so much as gasp.

Greta pulled back, blinking rapidly. ‘Are you fucking kidding me? That doesn’t make you crazy?’

‘Nope.’ Dylan gave the 'p' an elaborate pop and while grinning.

‘You’re not one bit ticklish? Anywhere?’

‘Nooope,’ Dylan ground out cockily as Greta searched her face with narrowed eyes.

‘You’re lying,’ Greta said, staring Dylan down to see if she’d break.

‘I am not,’ Dylan lied, though her lips were already starting to twitch.

As Greta sat up to straddle her belly, Dylan was completely powerless to stop her gaze from raking slowly over Greta's knickers and vest, the soft skin of her hips and belly just visible in the gap between the two garments. With Greta’s knees pressed into each bicep, pinning her in place, Dylan arched a brow suggestively, unsure of where this was heading but praying it was toward her face.

Greta leaned back. ‘Sooo, I could touch you here,’ she said, grabbing Dylan’s waist behind her, ‘And you’d be fine?’

‘Well, quite clearly,’ Dylan said, unbothered, though the wide smile she was trying to stifle was now giving her away.

‘Hmmm,’ Greta pondered. The pressure against Dylan’s biceps intensified as Greta ran her hands over Dylan’s chest, slowly heading toward her underarms. Dylan twitched uncomfortably underneath her. ‘Ahhhh.’ Greta’s eyes lit up when Dylan’s muscles began to bunch against her knees.

‘G, don’t!’ Dylan warned but Greta allowed her hands to continue their agonisingly slow path that was making Dylan squirm beneath her. ‘Greta Vincent, I am warning you— Fuck!’ Greta dug her fingers into Dylan’s underarms, making Dylan buck so hard she almost threw her off the bed.

Dissolving into helpless laughter and fighting for her life, Dylan managed to wrench an arm free and wrap it around Greta’s waist. After wrestling a giggling and squealing Greta down to the mattress, she slid between her thighs, pinning her arms above her head. Still laughing, Dylan pulled back to look down at her.

‘Oh shit,’ Greta laughed breathlessly.

‘Yeah, oh shit!’ Dylan chuckled. ‘Who am I, G?’

Greta sighed with an over-the-top eye roll. ‘The Dylan of the—’

‘The Dylan of the House. That’s correct,’ Dylan chuckled with a single triumphant nod of the head.

Sighing lightly, Dylan watched as Greta’s frantic breathing evened out; the tears of laughter still glistening in her eyes. Out of nowhere, a sudden need to crack open her heart consumed Dylan again, making it almost impossible to hold back the words that were gnawing to get out.

‘G?’

‘Hmm?’

‘I…’ Dylan hesitated as she stared at Greta’s lips.

As she made a pathetic attempt to struggle under Dylan’s soft grip that held her arms, Greta tilted her head. ‘Go on,’ she urged, craning for a kiss.

Scrunching her lips together, Dylan sucked in a quick breath. ‘I’m going to fuck you now, Doctor Vincent. Sooo, may I suggest you offer a prayer to your higher power of choice, perhaps get something to bite down on…’ She ostentatiously scanned the bed and checked under the pillows for a suitable mouth bite, as Greta laughed. ‘Because shit is about to get very real.’

Their laughter tapered into moans as Dylan kissed her and started to push against her. ‘I love this, Dylan,’ Greta whispered in between soft kisses. ‘I fucking love this.’ She reiterated emphatically, making Dylan’s heart fill, swell and become perilously close to exploding.

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