Faye snapped out of her daze. “Sorry, what?”
“I said I’ll sit with you for ten minutes before I get back to work.”
“O-oh, okay.” Faye focused on her hands in her lap, picking at a spot on her jeans.
When the main door slammed shut, Talia approached Faye. “Is everything okay?”
“Of course. That was incredible. You’re very…flexible.”
“Uh huh.” Talia stopped in front of Faye, her breath catching when Faye looked up at her, reached out, and touched the back of her knee. “F-Faye—”
“Sorry.” Faye drew her hand away, sitting back on the couch. “I forgot about the cameras. Shit.”
Talia straddled Faye’s lap, pressing her hands into the back of the couch. “They’re not on. The girls aren’t here or the clients.”
Faye looked up into Talia’s eyes, reaching out a hand and gripping the back of her neck. When she pulled Talia in, their lips connecting, Faye’s other hand palmed Talia’s thigh. God, Faye’s hands on her skin would always send her wild.
“Talia, I-I…” Faye looked down between them, groaning as her eyes landed on Talia’s cleavage.
Talia dragged Faye’s gaze back to her, gripping her chin. “I’m not working right now, beautiful. You can touch whenever and wherever you like.”
Faye’s breath quickened, her hands smoothing over Talia’s thighs. There was a slight hesitancy in Faye’s touch, but that was to be expected. They were close to ripping one another’s clothes off in the middle of the club. “N-not here.” Faye dipped a hand between Talia’s legs, grazing her fingertips against Talia’s crotch. “I want you, but not here.Neverhere.”
Talia instinctively rolled her body against Faye, their lips almost touching. “B-babe…”
Faye’s eyes lit up at that term of endearment, grinning as Talia wrapped her arms around her neck and settled against her. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Talia dipped her mouth towards Faye’s ear, nipping at her lobe. “And you’re making meverywet.”
“We need to leave. Right now. We have to go.”
“Go where?” Talia pulled back, feigning confusion. She just liked to tease Faye. It was a lot of fun.
“To my place.” Faye urged Talia up out of her lap, scrambling to her feet on unsteady legs. “Please tell me you can leave now.”
“I can. Just let me change and grab my things. I’ll be five minutes.”
Faye held up a hand, and then she pointed up and down Talia’s body. “The lingerie stays on.”
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Faye struggledto find the right key as they reached her apartment door. It didn’t help that Talia was pressing her body to Faye’s back, those impeccable breasts just dying to be touched. Right now, Faye couldn’t think straight. God, she wanted to rip every last shred of clothing from Talia’s body while covering herself up entirely.
She hated being in her own head, and this afternoon, it wasn’t an ideal place to be. No, she needed to be fully present…one hundred percent in this with Talia. Because if Faye had any kind of inkling as to how this was going to go, she suspected it would be the greatest sex of her life. How could it not be with a woman like Talia?
Her body ached at the thought of the club. How Talia had straddled her on the couch. How Faye had dipped her hand to find scorching wet heat pooling between her legs. Fuck…she could barely contain her own arousal.
“I really need you to hurry up,” Talia whispered against Faye’s ear, nipping at her lobe.
The sensation sent a roar of desire straight to Faye’s sex, her underwear undoubtedly soaked.
When Talia slid a hand around Faye’s waist, dipping it lower and cupping her through her jeans, she said, “Because if you don’t, I’m going to fuck you against this door.”
“Oh, God.” Faye’s shaking hand tried to slot the key into the lock, failing as her entire body trembled. “O-one minute.”
“You have about three seconds before my hand movesinside.” Talia applied a little more pressure to the seam of Faye’s jeans, forcing it against her aching clit. Sure, it had been a while since Faye had been with another woman, but she didn’t expect to feel so hedonistic about it.
With one final try, the key slid into the lock. Faye turned the handle, forced inside by Talia, her body pressing her to the back of the front door as it slammed shut. Talia’s delicate mouth was on her faster than Faye could comprehend, their tongues warring as Talia reached for the button on Faye’s jeans. Her concern for her appearance vanished, only to be replaced with concern for how quickly this could potentially be over. Faye, in all her aroused glory, was just about ready to explode.