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“Stay right there,” Jos commanded while she tried to get herself under control. Losing her shit like this was not an option. “I want you to watch while I fuck you. While I make you beg and plead and come on my fingers.”
“Oh fuck,” Eden groaned.
“Not very journalistic of you. Where are your words?”
“I have none,” she whimpered. “I have no words.”
Jos made a tsking noise in the back of her throat. “Let’s see if I can help you find them.”
She circled around Eden, trailing her hand over Eden’s flat stomach, splaying her fingers at her hip. She stood behind Eden, who was just a few inches shorter than her. She was wearing nothing, and Jos was still in her heels. Without them, she’d actually be shorter than Eden. Not now, though, and now was what counted.
She let Eden watch her hand as she smoothed it over her belly and down her hip, down to her thighs. Eden threw back her head, but Jos growled in her throat. “No. Watch.”
Eden’s eyes snapped back open. She was eager to obey, and that made Jos feel lightheaded. All the blood in her body rushed between her legs. Her clit wouldn’t even need to be touched at this point. She could get off on watching Eden come.
It wasn’t what she’d been going for, and it unnerved her a little, annoyed her to no end, and strangely enough, delighted her as well. She’d never thought that losing control over her own body was a perk. No, her life had always been about control. Over herself. Over her emotions. Over her memories.
“Jos,” Eden cried when Jos smoothed two fingers over her clit. She soaked those fingers, lubricating them in Eden’s arousal. She was so wet, so swollen and plump and pink. The taste of her was still in Jos’ mouth and her body wasn’t just out of her control. It was so much more than that.
Jos pushed her fingers inside slowly, carefully. She wanted Eden to watch every single second of her filling her. She didn’t expect to be so affected as she watched Eden watching herself in the mirror. Eden’s eyes were on Jos’ hand between her legs. The way she moved her fingers. The way she fucked up into her so nice and slow. Her breaths were a wreck. She was moaning every single time Jos slid in and out. Her hips were rocking into Jos’ hand. Slower first, then almost violently. She was close. She was shaking. The orgasm was building for her.
And Jos watched it all. She watched every single emotion that flickered over Eden’s face. She couldn’t admit to herself how it slayed her. How it made her want to shred off all her clothes and spend the entire night with Eden in bed. How she wanted to, just once, lose control completely.
That happened already. A few nights ago. It won’t happen again.
Oh, and it’s not happening now?
Jos ignored the annoying voice inside her head and focused instead on what she was doing. Eden was even closer now. Her body was straining against Jos. If she wasn’t standing behind her, Eden probably would have fallen over. When Jos intensified the rhythm, Eden closed her eyes and threw back her head, leaning on Jos completely. Jos should have commanded that she open them and watch as she came, but she didn’t. She let it go. She watched Eden’s face. Watched as all the tension in her muscles suddenly let go as that tight coil inside her snapped and she found her release.
Jos was stroking up into her hard, hitting Eden’s G-spot on a few of those passes. Her thumb was on her clit, massaging small circles. She was writhing and moaning through that orgasm, fucking back and into Jos’ hand because she’d given it to her. She’d given Eden that pleasure and she was the one giving it to her still, letting her ride out those waves by letting up just a little. She was the one massaging her clit after, relentlessly chasing those aftershocks. It was her hand that was slick and wet, soaked in Eden’s arousal, in her come. She was the one holding Eden up.
It was all her.
And fuck, she wanted more.
Jos was an expert in denial, and she was going to deny herself now. She withdrew her hand, wiping her fingers on Eden’s thigh. She bent and picked up Eden’s clothes. She didn’t shove them at her but held them out.
“You need to get dressed and you need to leave. This can’t happen again,” she commanded. She liked the authoritative sound of her voice. She liked how it didn’t wobble, not one bit.
Eden’s lips did. They trembled. Her eyes found Jos’ and the amber flecks in them burned bright. She wasn’t angry an
d she wasn’t offended. She had Jos’ number. She knew exactly what she was doing. That she was putting distance between them, forcing Eden out.
“Because we work together?” Eden’s voice was wobbly. She didn’t even try for bravado.
“Yes. Among other things.”
Eden crossed her arms, reaching for the clothes. “What other things?”
“Other things that don’t concern you.”
She stared Jos down. Hard. It was the kind of stare that saw too much. Revealed too much too, but Eden didn’t care about that. She didn’t need to be strong, and she didn’t need to worry about things like soft spots and hidden weaknesses and all the ways a person could slip a knife into them.
She might have thought that she’d grown up rough, with photographers hounding her and people using her for her daddy’s money, but she had no idea. The hurts she’d suffered were small and she was able to get over them. She was able to be a normal person. A good person. A sweet, innocent girl who Jos should have pushed away from the first because she’d already gone too far.
Jos didn’t want to care, but she didn’t want to hurt Eden either. Whether that meant she cared or not and was a bit of an ironic, catch twenty-two statement; it wasn’t something she was going to examine.
“This is the last time, then?”
