“So he’s a player. And also, ew.” Felicity scrunched up her face.

“Right? His charms were wasted on me, of course, but he gave it a crack at one office party.”

“Arrogance like that turns me right off,” Felicity said with feeling. “I think it’s an occupational hazard—being around cocky lawyers too often makes me dislike overconfident men in my downtime. Especially ones who try to talk all over me or, worse, talk down to me.”

“I can see how that’d end badly.” Cooper grinned.

“Oh yes. Very much so.” Felicity’s expression turned evil at the reminder. “Now, can you send Mrs. Brooks a thank you while I order us in lunch?” She gave Brittany a quick scratch, then gently pushed her aside to rise.

She made her way to the fridge and the assorted menus clinging to its face. “What are you in the mood for?” she called out.

“Don’t care. Not that hungry right now.” Cooper’s phone made a whooshing noise—probably her thank-you message being sent.

“Would you like to skip lunch, then? Go for the next item on the agenda instead?” She poked her head out of the kitchen to gauge Cooper’s reaction.

“Are you tempting me with sex?” Cooper arched an eyebrow as her phone beeped. She glanced down and suddenly went still. “Mrs. Brooks said she didn’t send you anything and wants to know what we’re smoking over here.”

“Then who did?” Felicity stared in astonishment. “What’s going on?”

“No clue.”

“Well,” Felicity said, “I seriously don’t know what’s happening, even more than before. That disconcerts me. Someone leaking exactly what I need to help my investigation exactly when I need it is weird enough. But how many people would have access to that document I just received?”

Cooper opened her mouth.

“And before you begin listing the board members from Rosalind down plus the independent accountant and some random IT guy, of those people, how many know my direct email address, which, I should point out, I rarely share?”

“Not a clue.”

“I can already tell you how many.” Felicity barreled on. “One: Mrs. Brooks, who is the only person at Living Ruff I’ve given my card to. Even you don’t have my email address.”

“But Mrs. Brooks says she didn’t do this.”

“Right. So…” Felicity gave Cooper a baffled look. “I’m really out of my depth here.”

“I can see that.” Cooper rose from the couch and came to stand in front of her. “I see an intervention is in order. Figuring out this mystery can wait.”

“What did you have in mind instead?”

“You were right. Let’s move to the next item on the agenda and take our mind off things. Then maybe the answer will come to us. Besides, given you’re only going to be around for a short time, I don’t want to waste a second.”

She kissed Felicity, her powerful arms wrapping around her.

When they came up for air, a dazed Felicity said, “Right. Yes. Next item on the agenda it is.”

* * *

Sex wasn’t something Felicity had had an enormous amount of in her life, but what she’d experienced she’d categorize as ranging from acceptable to good—especially since she’d added women to her repertoire. She still liked men well enough; it wasn’t a competition. But there was something to be said for how well a woman knew a body so much like her own.

That was a fleeting thought as she hunted through her wardrobe for her most kick-ass power suit. She was determined to make this the best fucking sex of her life, or at least the most memorable, given her lover was right. Time was running out.

Ten minutes later, Felicity assumed her bossiest pose and gave Cooper—stark naked on the bed—her most withering look. “I have thousands of employees,” she declared. She dramatically wrenched off her jacket, tossing it behind her. “Thousands of people all across the world who answer to me.” She snapped the suspenders that tramlined up her breasts that were covered only in a starched white high-collar shirt, then winced. Oh fuck. OW!

Cooper snorted with laughter.

Not quite the reaction she was going for. She pressed on. “I’m allowing you this. I trust you appreciate having what my employees never get to see.”

With a small smile, Cooper said, “Um, hey, Felicity, I love this, I really do, especially how much thought you’ve put into it. But I don’t care about the size of your staff. It’s the size of your sass that gets my motor purring.”

Felicity deflated. “My…sass.” What the hell did that mean?

“Yeah. How you own every room you enter.”

She did? Felicity’s ego reinflated.

“And the way you give people these pitying looks when they say something stupid.”

Felicity puffed up a little more.

“I loved how you owned the mayor. And your bossy side when you ordered Dee around? Christ, that made me so wet because Dee’s a powerful fucking force in her own right.”

Well. Felicity could work with that. She straightened. “Spread your legs, then. And don’t keep me waiting.”

Cooper scrambled to obey.

Felicity was rather impressed at how quickly the woman could move when she wanted to.

“I believe you wanted to be taken by a bossy woman in a power suit.” Felicity loomed over her, allowing a trace of teasing in her tone. “It was your fantasy, I believe you said.”

“Y-yes.” Cooper’s voice was a croak.

“Hmm.” Felicity leaned over her and dropped her hand, assessing how wet she was with the tips of her fingers. Her own body gave a clench of approval at what she found. “I’d say you’re more than a little interested.”

“I am,” Cooper said with feeling.

“You like powerful women,” Felicity said conversationally, fingers still tracing Cooper’s slick lips. “Soon I’m about to have more power than almost anyone outside of politics in this country. People will line up, wanting me for my connections, for my power,” she whispered, leaning even closer. Her wandering fingertips paused at Cooper’s entrance. “But all I want is you.” She thrust.

Cooper moaned and her eyelids fluttered, then closed.

Felicity thrust deep and hard, setting up a rhythm. She lowered her body until the crispness of her starched shirt teased Cooper’s straining nipples. Her lips touched Cooper’s ear. “Touch yourself,” she said breathlessly. “Show me you getting yourself off.”

Groaning, Cooper pushed a hand to her clit, rubbing it with the side of her thumb, as Felicity took her time, sliding in and out, enjoying the rush from her favorite sight: a beautiful woman coming slowly apart. This was even better, though. Because seeing someone so physically strong letting go, opening up to her, was the most astonishing aphrodisiac.

She withdrew her hand, leaned in, and licked Cooper’s fingers, still rubbing her own clit. She tangled her tongue over delicate flesh and the long digits, playing with both textures.

Cooper stiffened, her hand freezing. She pulled it away and gasped. “Oh fuck.” Her back curled, and she arched, thighs locked and quivering.

Felicity tongued the resulting flood of wetness, spreading it over soft curls and tucks of flesh until Cooper weakly groaned “Oh hell. Fuck. Please! Time out!”