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Marcy clambered across the cushions, her eyes shining, her lips parted in a suggestive smile. "I can't resist." She kissed Abby on the mouth.
She was so soft, her lips damp, gentle but sure, her breasts squishing against Abby's own.
"You're so naughty, your underwear is soaked through," she said accusingly, as she pulled back, with laughter in her eyes. She put her hand fully over Abby's mons, cupping it, pushing the heel of her hand against her aching sex. Abby's clit was crushed in the embrace, gloriously crushed and pounding. Her legs fell apart. Marcy's fingers massaged the plump flesh of her mons. She watched, lips parted and eyes riveted, glued to Abby's reactions.
Being watched so closely and handled so cleverly, Abby couldn't hold back. The orgasm was so close and Marcy was doing all the right things. She writhed back on the cushions her hips riding against the willing hand.
"Oh, oh!" Abby jerked, her whole body tuned to that spot, her actions automatic. Pleasure rolled through her, her body shuddering from release.
By the time she'd grounded, Marcy was sipping wine, lazing on her side. "Mm. Yes. He's good for you, I can tell. I like him already."
Abby gave a weak laugh. "You needed physical proof?"
"No, but it was fun seeing you get all worked up over him, then letting rip."
All worked up over him? Well, yes. She couldn't deny it. Zac could get her stirred up when he was hundreds of miles away. Besides, Marcy was right. He was good for her, in lots of ways. It was less than two weeks since she'd met him, yet her whole being was focused on him and the connection between them. It was feeding her with vitality.
"And you said he's away at the moment?"
"Yes, unfortunately...it's killing me." She laughed, embarrassed at her confession.
Marcy didn't bat an eyelid. "I know that feeling. You're living in love's shadow."
Abby gave a deep sigh. "That's one way of putting it."
"Poor Abby, you have got it bad. So when will he be back?"
"Oh, I'm meeting him in Paris tomorrow, for the weekend."
Marcy looked surprised. "Only twenty four hours to go? I don't know what all the fuss is about."
She gave a raucous laugh and Abby couldn't help joining her. Yes. Her body gave a throb of anticipation. Only twenty-four hours to go. Bliss.
* * * *
Abby climbed and climbed but her breath was trapped and she finally gave in and slowed her pace on the cross-trainer. She glanced down at the mileage. It wasn't quite far enough to get her to Paris, she would just have to wait and catch the flight instead.
The early morning trip to the gym was meant to burn off some of her excess excitement, but it didn't seem to be helping. She'd barely slept. She was restless as a cat in heat. She smiled and turned to Caroline, who wrestled half-heartedly with a rowing machine next to her.
"You seem to be thriving since you took contro
l of the Ashburn account," Caroline said. There was a note of admiration in her voice.
"Thanks for saying so." She took her pacing right down to a dawdle, thinking about the sense of achievement she'd been getting from the work she'd been doing. She had thrown herself into it totally with an energy that came from her private life, and she'd thrived.
Was it really time to go it alone? She gave a mental shrug, she was almost ready to dare herself to do it, wasn't that a good enough reason? Of course it was.
"Ed and Penny aren't doing so well," Caroline continued. She pulled wearily on the mock oars then muttered a few words before reaching again. "They seem to get deeper and deeper into the mess. I'm glad I'm not out there with them, it must be hell." She shook her head and paused a moment.
Abby laughed and Caroline looked up at her with curiosity.
"Come on, I'll buy you something decadent for breakfast, let's indulge ourselves." Abby said, and stepped off her cross trainer.
Caroline laughed too and abandoned the rowing machine.
They went to a cafe that seemed to be placed strategically next to the gym, to tempt people from their path with the pastries in the window.
"I'll have to get to the office soon," Abby said, glancing at her watch. "I'm expecting the architect to phone. He's visiting the site early this morning and said he'd call me right away."
