“Ever been fucked by an executive in a kick-ass power suit? High starched collar. Four buttons undone. The smell of success.” Felicity murmured against the little nub, inspiration seizing her. If Cooper liked bossy…
“Oh God!” Cooper’s eyes screwed shut. “Oh God!”
“Would you like that? Me putting on my best corporate-takeover outfit and fucking you like a boss?” Felicity’s tongue did a playful little swirl over her clit. “Would that make you come?”
Cooper’s arms and legs snapped ramrod straight, her toes and back curled, and she wailed.
Guess so.
Cooper shuddered and shuddered as Felicity licked her thoroughly, dipping her tongue inside her entrance, teasing in circles around it, then sliding back up to her clit. Finally, the shudders turned to trembles, and Cooper weakly pushed her away.
Felicity wiped her mouth and sat up. “I’ll do it, you know. I have just the outfit.”
Cooper groaned. “How did you know that’s what I’d be into? I never told anyone.”
“I can see what Deedra and I have in common.” She smiled. “Besides, I’m rather fond of powerful women myself.” She lightly slapped Cooper’s thigh. “Obviously.”
“Felicity?” Cooper’s voice turned serious. “I want more.”
“Well, I suppose we could go another round—”
“No, I mean more than tonight. I meant what I said at dinner: I’d really like to date you. This isn’t a one-and-done thing to you, is it?”
That was the question. Felicity knew dating was off the table. Even if she was good at relationships—and clearly, she wasn’t—this would be the worst time to try something new.
Her whole body pouted.
On the other hand, she wasn’t even close to ready to give up the earthly delights of being with Sandy Cooper.
“How about we make it a length-of-time-I’m-involved-with-Living Ruff thing?” Felicity suggested.
“Sure.” Cooper exhaled in what looked like relief. “Okay. I can live with that.”
“Okay,” Felicity said, then rose. She looked around for her underwear.
“You’re leaving?” Cooper’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “It’s late. You could stay over.”
“No,” Felicity said immediately. “I’m not a stay-over kind of woman. I like my own space and my own bed. Especially when I’m not really dating someone. When it’s just brief and casual like this.”
“Oh.” Cooper sat up. Her impressive breasts looked even more glorious from this angle.
Felicity’s lower stomach twitched in instant approval. Damn.
“You know,” Felicity said coolly, dropping her newly reclaimed bra back to the floor, “I may have been hasty. Perhaps the night is still young.”
“You mean you’ll stay?” A wide grin spread across Cooper’s face.
Felicity tilted her chin up as she regarded Cooper, expression imperious. “Did I stutter?”
“Great,” Cooper whispered. “Oh, fuck me dead.”
“My plan precisely.” Her voice was so commanding, she swore Cooper looked about to come again.
Felicity hid her smile. This fling was doing wonders for her ego. She nudged Cooper in the ribs. Sprawled out as she was, she took up a lot of space. “Come on, make room for me.”
Cooper didn’t speak for a moment, then said softly, “For as long as you want.”
Felicity pretended not to hear because the murmured words were weighted in ways that felt like too much. Anyway, it was easy enough to forget them as her hands found firm, warm flesh once more, and Cooper’s eyelids fluttered closed.
CHAPTER 8
Puzzling
Felicity woke to find Cooper’s muscled arm pressing her chest tightly against Cooper’s torso. It was delicious. She wanted nothing more than to wake the woman up and begin round three. Or was it four? In the course of their evening, Felicity had discovered how much she loved pure strength. Physical, sweaty, fling-me-down-and-fuck-me-senseless strength. God, she could do this forever.
Brief and casual, she reminded herself. This was just a fling—a glorious one—for the duration she was with Living Ruff before the real world clawed her back once more. She groaned, surprised at the surge of reluctance at the reminder.
The soft sound was enough for Cooper’s eyes to flutter open.
“Hello, beautiful.” She smiled. “Have a good night?”
“You have no idea.” Felicity sat up, trying to gauge what time it was. She reached for her phone on the bedside table. The sheet fell away from her body as she twisted, and her lover’s eyes lit up. “Keep looking at me like that, and neither of us will get to work,” Felicity said, dropping the phone again. “You make me want to break all my rules and call in a personal day for once.”
Cooper’s hand lifted, and she cupped Felicity’s small breast. Her fingers absently played with the sensitive nipple. “I know the feeling. However, I’m highly motivated in my job.”
Her fingers drifted down Felicity’s body, almost tickling, the movement was so light. She reached Felicity’s hips, pulled the sheet away, and her fingers dipped lower. It was enough to make Felicity tremble. “Unfortunately, if I don’t go to work, people’s animals get sicker. Or worse. So…”
All arousal fled, and Felicity glared.
