Sometimes Maddie ordered Elena to do intimate things just to watch her wordlessly obey. That was arousing. Telling the woman who controlled almost a billion-dollar empire what she had to do.
Elena always seemed to know what that meant for Maddie. That this was where Maddie had power too. After a delicious pause, Elena reached under her dress and slid her lace thong down. She met Maddie’s eye and her need was clear.
“Madeleine.” She drew out the word until it sounded French and naughty, becoming a demand. Elena’s way of saying, enough playing.
Smiling at her impatience, Maddie reached for her soft thigh. She trailed higher. Without a barrier, Maddie’s fingers moved easily across swollen skin.
“Tell me something,” Elena said, voice breathless. Her eyes became far too knowing.
A shiver skittered down Maddie’s spine at that taunting, devilish gaze. Uh-oh. Elena did love to fight back, to try to wrestle the power away from Maddie when she felt her own control slipping too fast.
“What did you wish you could have done that night two years ago?” Elena asked. “When you watched me in this window?”
Maddie parted Elena’s folds and slid her fingers through wet flesh. “That night, I wished you’d kissed me. Pushed me against a wall and kissed me senseless.” Her nipples tightened at the reminder. God, that night.
“Is that all you wanted?” Elena rolled her hips forward, pressing harder into Maddie’s fingers. She quivered and bucked into Maddie and seemed to struggle to keep her arousal in check as she finished the deliberate words designed to crack Maddie’s restraint.
If only Elena knew how pitifully close Maddie already was.
“You just wanted a kiss from me that night?” Elena’s hands landed on the window, bracing herself. Her fingers shifted a little, leaving steamy, smeared imprints on the glass.
“Well, maybe my fantasies included you flinging me on your desk, tearing off my jeans, and—”
“On my desk?” Elena’s eyebrows lifted to cocky heights. “My desk is only for work, Madeleine.”
Jesus. The soft, playful timbre of her voice would kill her yet.
“You know that,” Elena finished, adding a soft growl as Maddie pressed harder.
She did know that. It’s why it was so fun to tweak her about desk sex. Maddie smirked, then dipped inside her. “God, Elena, you’re so wet. So needy.”
Elena bucked into Maddie’s hand and muttered: “I am not needy.”
Sure she wasn’t. Maddie lifted her other hand up the dress, tracing heated skin within the deep vee. She slipped her hand under the silken material and lifted Elena’s bare breast outside the dress. They gazed at the sight in the window.
Maddie’s breath hitched. It seemed so naughty, so daring, that pale, soft breast lying against a blood-red dress, an erect nipple crinkling in the air. Jesus. Maddie rubbed the tight nub while moving her other hand through coarse, trimmed hairs, to Elena’s clit, circling it. She shifted her legs trying to alleviate the rising heat between her own thighs. One touch, hell, one pointed look from Elena, and she’d fly apart.
Elena moaned.
“Not needy? Are you sure?” Maddie tongued the salty skin of Elena’s neck until the other woman shivered. Then she drove her fingers deep inside her, curling them up, at the same time pinching her nipple hard.
Elena choked out a gasp, pushed a hand between her legs, and rubbed herself frantically. She shuddered, trembled, and slumped her forehead into the glass with a pained groan. “Oh God. That was… Oh, Madeleine, I had to. Couldn’t wait.”
Maddie would never get used to this arousing sight, no matter how many times they’d made love. Elena unable to stop herself. Elena lost. Whimpering. Finally, irrevocably undone. She smiled. “I love it when you do that. Lose control so completely you can’t help yourself.”
Maddie withdrew her fingers, pausing to spread the wetness around Elena’s most intimate flesh until she twitched again.
Turning Elena around to face her, Maddie kissed her deeply. The response was hungry, heated, and arousing.
When they parted, Elena’s mussed hair, smudged lipstick, and bare breast pushed Maddie right to the edge. Her swallow was shaky.
Elena’s smile was cocksure. She trailed a fingertip down Maddie’s neck. “Now then. What to do with you?”
“The desk?” Maddie croaked hopefully, already knowing the answer, as she unbuttoned her jeans.
“Absolutely not.” Elena’s cool gaze raked Maddie’s form as if deciding exactly how to devour her. “How would I ever be able to work if all I could picture was me debauching you all over it?” Pushing a hand inside Maddie’s jeans, she cupped her heat through the boy shorts. “Well, well. Speaking of needy.”
“It’s not like you work a lot on that desk, though,” Maddie protested weakly, as Elena rubbed with determination. Her underwear was soaked through. She was helpless whenever Elena’s fingers got anywhere near her. Maddie couldn’t get enough, and her moans were soon filling the room. Just her touch, combined with the thought that Elena might consider flinging her down on her desk, where she ruled her empire… Gah. “Style Sydney’s desk gets most of your attention these days,” Maddie gasped out. “We could just…”
Elena pressed against her clit with unerring accuracy, and oh God, Maddie was about to…
The desk phone started ringing.
Both women froze.
Maddie frowned. She’d been clear to Security about no interruptions.
Elena yanked her hand out of Maddie’s jeans, adjusted her breast back into her dress, and stalked to the desk, irritation sharp in her stride. Wiping her fingers on a tissue, she then stabbed the speaker button. “Yes?”
“Ms Bartell, sorry to bother you, I have Perry Marks here to see you. He says he has urgent business. Shall I send him up?”
“One moment.” Elena stabbed the Hold button. She glanced over at Maddie. A speculative, dangerous look crossed her face. Elena perched on the edge of the desk and leaned back, which pushed her ample breasts hard against red silk. “I suppose I could take you on the desk,” she said as though considering it. “Spread you out, strip you bare. Splay you before me. Then I’d roll up to you in my chair, lick my way up those delightful thighs, and feast on you. Would you like that? Madeleine?”
Oh fuck. Arousal surged through Maddie. Elena loved to do this to her, describe in detail her erotic plans. She searched Elena’s daring expression and came closer. “Y-you mean now? B-but—”
Elena gave her an imperious look. “Well?” She moved in front of her and rubbed the seam of Maddie’s jeans, hard, between her legs. “Would you like that, Madeleine?”
The pressure and positioning were perfect—as Elena well knew given the look in her eyes.
