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Bitch.
The table began discussing their own companies. Gen turned to me, her face full of mischief as she pretended to talk about business.
Her hand glided up my thigh again as she came closer, pretending she couldn’t hear me over everyone talking. I tried to bite down on my self control before I made a fool out of myself. I allowed her hand to go deeper, eliciting a smirk from her as someone from across the table asked us what our businesses did. We both turned, but Gen didn’t remove her hand. If I shoved it away, they would be able to see what was happening.
As Gen tickled her fingertips at the top of my legs, I spoke to him about my skincare range. He seemed interested as I told him about my techniques of finding the most natural materials to put in my mixtures for both moisturizing qualities and sweet smells.
“Mmm, I do love a good moisturizer. I don’t know what it is,” she began. “Something about my face feeling just that little bit moist in the morning makes my day.”
I caught the double entendre but the man didn’t seem to get it.
“Excuse me, I must use the bathroom.”
Gen’s hand fell as I got up and I hurried toward the restroom. Taking a deep breath once I was inside, I locked myself in the disabled toilet for the extra breathing room. My panties were fucking wet, not just damp but wet.
How in the fuck was she able to do this with just a touch?
The door to the restroom opened and I stayed silent until I heard a rapping on my door.
“Occupied.”
Gen’s cheeky giggle came from behind the door. I moved over to the lock and opened the door.
“Can I come in?”
Her eyebrows raised at the word come and I felt the urge to smack her behind. Instead, I pulled her inside and locked the door again.
“You like your face to feel moisturized?” I asked, moving to sit on the top of the toilet, pushing the lid of the bowl down, I put my feet on either side of the bowl and opened my legs. “Prove it.”
Gen bit her bottom lip, her eyes glazing with desire as she looked down at my panties. She knelt down on top of the toilet bowl, and slid my butt out so I was right on the edge of the top of the toilet before she moved her mouth over the top of my panties. I felt the material of it sliding into me as she poked her tongue along the lips. My hands went into her hair, pulling it as she hit my clit several times with sharp pokes with that tongue of hers.
“These really need to come off,” she said. Before I could act, she was ripping them off me. The sound of the panties ripping had my pussy throbbing. Her mouth latched back onto me before I could react and my tongue slid in between my lips, immediately circling my clit. I held onto her for dear life as my toes tried to curl in my shoes. She moved one hand up along the back of my thigh before a sole finger circled the entrance to my hole. I tried to urge my pussy forward but she moved her finger away. I cried out in anguish as I desperately wanted her to fill me with her fingers.
As if an angel of mercy lifted its fucking wand, Gen shoved three fingers into me at once. My eyes widened and my mouth opened in a gasp that never came as I felt my hips begin to do their own dance against her mouth. Her tongue frantically circled my clit over and over again, her mouth shoving against my pussy so much, I could feel every movement of hers. It was then I realized I had shoved her face so far into my crotch she probably couldn't move but she didn’t try to back away. Instead, she moved her face from side to side. I felt the familiar pressure coming, but I knew it would be explosive this time. More explosive than any of the other times we’d connected in this way.
I held onto the walls of the cubicle as the pressure mounted and groaned out as my orgasm hit, and hit hard. My hips were moving with the waves of pleasure, and Gen was there for every single second of it. Once I fell back against the wall, completely worn, I looked at her as she stood back up, a mischievous look on her face, her mouth completely wet.
“Now that is the best kind of moisturizer,” she said with a giggle before she handed me back the remnants of my panties and opened the stall door before exiting.
Jesus.
How did I go back to dinner after this?
After what felt like half an hour but I could see that the time on my phone had only been fifteen minutes, I got up and left the stall. I straightened myself up, but there was nothing I could do about the panties. I dropped them in the bin under the sinks and I went out.
Standing across the foyer was Eva. She caught sight of me leaving, a curious look in her eyes but she turned back around and continued the phone call she was on.
Did she know?
Surely she couldn’t have known.
CHAPTER8
GEN
“Genevieve.”
I turned to see Mara standing next to me, a grave look on her face. I hadn’t seen her look anything less than resplendent this entire conference or ever actually. She was never serious.
