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“Nope.” I smile. Damn, Isabella is beautiful. I turn to look at her more and I almost stumble into her arms.
She catches me at the last second, hooking her arm on mine and holding me up to steady me. We’re face to face and I relax, looking into her dark eyes. I ignore the nagging feelings and lean forward to push a piece of hair out of her eyes. Her breath hitches, and I leave my hand on her cheek.
“Dylan…” she says warningly. But she doesn’t tell me to stop or even take a step back. No, the world stops as we gaze into each other’s eyes, and I wait for it to move again.
“Isabella.” Her name rolls off my tongue like I was always meant to say it. She smiles and I take this moment to lean in closer, we’re less than inches apart, when she turns her cheek and closes her eyes.
“We should get you home.” She sighs and forces a smile.
I have my answer. It was all in my head. Isabella is someone I had hired and I need to be careful not to cross that line again. No matter how much I want to.
Chapter9
Bella
Iturned my head at the last moment, because I knew it was the right thing to do. The heat between my legs says something entirely different. But I couldn’t kiss Dylan, not when she was drunk and had no idea what she was doing. I had a good time with her, better than I had expected for going to a boring work party. But with her by my side, it didn’t seem so bad.
Her arm had been wrapped around my waist for most of the night and it felt almost natural. A lot of the night I had even forgotten I was being paid to be there. Of course, then I did and it was a nice bonus. But IlikeDylan. She is a fun and interesting woman. I don’t mind spending my spare time with her and I hope turning away from her isn’t going to stop our meetings. There is something I can’t quite explain when it comes to her, but things just feel natural being around her.
“Why don’t we get you home?” I suggest, and Dylan nods. She’s been avoiding eye contact with me since our almost kiss. I don’t blame her but I don’t know how to let her know it’s okay without her trying it again. I guess it’s a conversation we should have once she’s sober.
“134 E 84thstreet, please,” she tells the cab driver. Then reaches in her purse before I can close the door. “Here, take this and get home safe please.” She hands me a wad of cash and I nod. Mostly because I don’t want to fight with a drunk woman right now.
“Thank you.” I smile and close the cab door behind her.
I call the next cab and ask him to take me home. I could go to Grand Central, but I am too exhausted and I know the next train won’t be for another hour or two. They rarely run this late at night. By the time the cab driver gets me home, I’m thankful to be able to kick off my heels. Walking in the house, I head straight for Sara’s room and pray she’s home. I need to talk this out with someone who will understand. But she’s nowhere to be found so I retreat to my bedroom, strip my clothes, and head into the shower.
The heat washes over me and gives me time to think. Well, overthink really. Is something going on between Dylan and I? Have I accidentally given her some kind of mixed signals that she thinks I am into her? It isn’t that I am not into her, I mean she is beautiful and fun and kind, but she is also a client. Surely, she knows how this works and she is just making a drunken mistake. I think about telling Madame Angelica, but I don’t want to get Dylan in trouble. She didn’t cross any boundary and I think once we’re both sober, we can talk it out like adults.
Getting out of my shower, I can’t help but think about how much the almost kiss affected me. I mean I was soaked just from a simple hair touch and a brush of my skin.Am I really that lonely?I dry off and decide to treat myself tonight. I will have to distract myself from having sexual feelings about Dylan and try to have them about anyone else.
Climbing into bed, I pull out my vibrator from my nightstand and bring it to life with the press of a button. It’s on its lowest setting but that will be a good place to start. I close my eyes and lean my head back into my pillows, getting comfortable as I run my toy up and down my folds. I’m not wet, so I take my phone from my nightstand and open a private browser. I knew no one is looking at my phone, but yes I am still worried about getting a virus from watching porn. I click on a lesbian one and turn the volume on low. I know Sara isn’t home but she could come home at any moment and the last thing I want is for her to find me like this. Maybe I should’ve locked my door but there is no way I am getting up now.
The porn I’m watching starts to get interesting, taking my mind off Sara and anything else for that matter. I bite down on my bottom lip as I watch the two women kiss and touch and eat each other out at the same time. I moan softly as I drag my toy through my wet folds. Pushing it inside me, just the tip at first and a little more and more until it’s all in. Moaning, I can’t help but turn it up. I prop my phone on a pillow next to me so I can watch and play. I grab my breasts, squeezing lightly and playing with my nipples the way I like. Say what you will, but there is nothing wrong with some self-love. I knew exactly what I like, and I get to cum every single time.
Pushing the toy a setting up, to its highest I let out a loud moan. Gasping as I push the toy in and out of my pussy. The women are licking and sucking on each other and I can feel myself wishing that was me. Closing my eyes, I listen to the sounds they’re making and instantly Dylan pops in my head. At first I try to push her out, but with how wet I am, my body doesn’t care and Dylan stays in my fantasy.
She’s naked, in front of me, her body looking eerily like the porn stars. But her face is hers. And as she leans in to kiss me, this time I don’t pull back or turn away. She kisses me and her hands run down my stomach to find my core. Plunging two fingers inside me as she pumps them just hard enough to make me call out. I keep pushing my toy in and out, this time adding small circles surrounding my clit. I think about how good it might feel to let Dylan taste me and how good she might be at eating pussy. I can feel my orgasm building and the pressure building in my lower abdomen. I am about to cum and squirt at the same damn time. Thank god I had thought to put my towel on the bed. One too many times I’d had to fall asleep on the wet spot from an orgasm I didn’t intend. Going even faster, I let the orgasm overcome me and I feel my pussy let out its juices, squirting all over the towel and my thighs.
I scream out, unable to hold back with how good it feels. But what surprises me most is whose name I call out when I’m unable to think twice. “Dylan! Oh! Dylan!”
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“Hello?”I pick up my phone on the second ring and yawn. I don’t care, whoever is calling me this early on a Saturday can be privy to my yawns.
“Isabella?” It is Dylan. She is the only one who calls me that.
“Yes.” I sit up in bed, so this is a work call.
“I just wanted to call and apologize about last night. I was clearly intoxicated and I just wanted to make sure I didn’t cross any lines with you.”
“We’re good.”
“Are you sure?” she asks again.
“Yes. I’m sure, you had a little too much to drink so honestly it’s no big deal. Nothing to write home about,” I lie. Not like I hadn’t gotten myself off to that last night.
“Then I would like to ask you something, I’ve already discussed it with Madame Angelica, but I wanted to run it by you before it was just sprung on you.”
