supported herself on her elbows. Her seductive tones were nearly Kiera’s
undoing. The throbbing growing between her legs and in her lower belly
were nearly unbearable.
Romi spread her legs, giving Kiera unfettered access to all that lace.
Kiera ran her finger over Romi’s heat and all the breath escaped her lungs
in a hiss when she realized how wet she was there. Kiera swirled her finger
there gently, teasing. She loved the way Romi squirmed and trembled
beneath her touch. She loved the trust that she gave her blindly.
Kiera was well aware that they were at work and that even though the
doors were locked and it was the weekend, she wasn’t the only one with a
key. Although, if the front door or back door opened, they would hear it and
could break apart quickly enough.
She dropped to her knees, tugging Romi closer to the edge of the table.
She thrust her hand a little roughly between her legs, spreading them wide
for her. Romi gripped her dress and tugged it roughly around her waist
before she reached out and buried both her hands in Kiera’s hair. The pins
that held her bun in place on top her head went flying everywhere.
“I want to taste you.” Kiera almost didn’t recognize her own voice, it was
so deep and gravelly with need. She trailed her hand back up Romi’s thigh
and over her heat again. Romi’s hips bucked wildly. She let out a yelp when
Kiera’s finger brushed over her sensitive, lace covered clit.
“Please,” Romi begged. “Yes. I want you to taste me.”
Kiera didn’t wait. She didn’t tease. She couldn’t. She was too frantic, in a
haze of lust and passion. She didn’t have time to toy with Romi. She’d been
thinking about this moment, literally dreaming about it for days, and now
that it was here, it was almost too amazing to be real. She couldn’t make
herself wait. She couldn’t force herself to take her time no matter how much
she might want to.
She left Romi’s underwear on, since the lace was thin. She tasted her
right through it. Romi whimpered low in her throat at the first pass of her