“Your breasts are so distracting,” Elena said. “Beautiful. But now I wish to stay focused. Where were we?”

They watched in the mirror, as Elena slid her hands to Maddie’s waist while she nipped and kissed Maddie’s shoulder. Her fingers slid into the top of Maddie’s black panties and eased them down, baring Maddie’s patch of dark curls. A telltale glistening on them caused Elena to smile.

“Oh yes,” she breathed as Maddie reddened. “Very good. And what would I see in your eyes when I touched you, Madeleine? What would my fingers feel as they pushed inside you?”

Maddie groaned, as Elena’s hand slid down her stomach to brush across her wet curls. She trembled. “Please,” she whispered.

“Are you remembering how it felt that night when I couldn’t have you, but oh how I wanted you? Did you want me too? Did you want me to push past your lace thong and touch you then, just as I am now? I would have slipped my fingers inside you. Watching you as I did it. Did you want that?”

“Yes,” Maddie said. Her back arched into Elena’s. “God yes, I did. I do.”

Elena’s fingers pressed down, against her swollen clit, causing it to pulse. “I knew that,” she said against her ear. “That night, I felt your arousal as well as my own. Your face doesn’t hide your secrets. I wanted you very much.”

She rubbed her harder, causing Maddie to moan. Elena’s fingers curled forward, sliding through heat and slippery folds, and entered her.

Maddie leaned forward, and her hands, now flat against the dresser, became slick. She gasped at the sensation between her legs and the flash of ecstasy across Elena’s face.

Elena’s lips parted, her eyes fierce and full of desire. Another groan reverberated, low, dirty, and raw, and it was Elena’s.

“God,” Elena said, her breathing harsh, “you’re even hotter than I imagined.”

She was rocking against Maddie, her fingers a blur as she worked them in and out, urging Maddie on. Her other hand slid up to Maddie’s breast where it pinched and rolled her nipples.

Maddie was hypnotised by those eyes in the glass—burning, excited, and dark—and her control wavered. Slick noises filled the room, and her wetness gleamed on Elena’s dancing fingers.

“So close.” Maddie squeezed her eyes shut. God. It was exquisite.

“I know. I can feel you. You’re almost pulsing. Look at me when you come. I want to see. Show me.”

Maddie opened her eyes and locked on to Elena’s naked gaze. The raw hunger she found in her eyes made Maddie crash over the edge. Her back arched, her centre clenched, and hot flares arced from her. Her hands trembled against the wood she leaned on.

“Oh, Madeleine, so beautiful.” The words purred against her neck, as Elena withdrew her fingers and scribbled the wetness all across her stomach. She lifted them to her lips and tasted them. She smiled.

Maddie swallowed, her throat dry. She turned and kissed Elena. It was messy and hot and so damned arousing. Maddie kissed her like a woman deserved to be kissed. With every hint of passion she felt. With all the love she possessed.

She took a step back and slid her hands inside Elena’s green bodice, lifting out her creamy breasts, and then studied her with satisfaction. “You’re breathtaking.”

Maddie’s mouth closed over an aroused, deep-red nipple, her tongue sliding across it. Elena pressed herself into her more.

When Maddie finally pulled away, she whispered to Elena, “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”

“Is that all you wanted to do to me?”

Elena’s cocky smirk was back, and Maddie’s heart lurched at the suggestiveness.

“No. Take off your dress. I want to see the rest of you.”

Elena reached for a hidden zipper at her side, unzipped the dress, and lowered it to the ground. She stood before Maddie in nothing but a thin, white thong and thigh-high stockings. The thong was darker between her legs, revealing her arousal. Elena put her hands on her hips as if to say, Well?

Maddie’s heart hammered at the intoxicating sight of Elena Bartell virtually naked. “Sit.” She pointed to the dressing table.

Elena did as she was requested, leaning back on her hands, pushing her breasts out.

Maddie parted Elena’s knees and lowered herself to the floor. She nudged aside Elena’s thong and took in the sight of slick lips.

“You want me.” Maddie’s words were an incredulous whisper. She blew across her skin and marvelled at the tremble in response.

Elena widened her legs and arched back. “I want you.”

Maddie’s mouth covered her most intimate spot. As her tongue worked, she felt wetness growing on her chin. Elena’s thighs began to quiver. Her hands had shifted to Maddie’s hair, where they were clenching and unclenching. Elena tensed and gave a tight, strangled cry.

The sight of this magnificent, commanding woman coming undone, vulnerable, and gazing at her with such unmasked affection, was seared into Maddie’s brain.

She wouldn’t give this up, Maddie decided as she returned her mouth to her folds and slid her tongue all over her slippery flesh as she twitched and trembled. In response, Elena’s whole body shook.

Maddie would keep Elena close and make love to her as often as she could. She could never give this up.

“Bed,” Maddie croaked. “Bed before my knees give out. So we won’t have to stop next time. Because we really have to do this again.”

Elena slid from the dressing table to her feet, looking slightly dishevelled yet still regal and supremely satisfied. “By all means.” Her voice was a purr. “Bed.”

But as Maddie turned to head there, Elena grabbed her and pulled her close. “Wait,” she whispered, her tone urgent. She kissed her, tightening her arms around Maddie as though afraid she might leave.

Her roaming tongue and soft lips made Maddie tremble all over again.

“Oh God,” Maddie murmured, when they finally broke apart. “I had no idea you would be this amazing. Should have guessed, though. It is you. When do you fail at anything you set your mind to?”

Elena’s smile was both brilliant and pleased.

No. Maddie absolutely would never give this up.

* * *

Elena was not a cuddler in her sleep. Nor did she spoon, Maddie discovered. Oh no. She conquered. When they had been too tired to do anything more beyond crawl under the sheets, Elena took up most of the bed, two-thirds of the pillows, half the blankets, and all of Maddie, like some sort of post-coital corporate takeover.

Maddie wondered if she’d need a prying bar to separate them in the morning, as she eyed the sensuous, nude body pinning her down, a leg claiming her hip.

She had never felt so desired, wanted, and completely taken. And by someone who was legendary for being stand-offish.

If only they knew.

Waking up, Maddie felt spent and dehydrated. Muscles she didn’t know she possessed were complaining. She slid her gaze to the side to find Elena’s soft eyes studying her. The woman wore a cat-got-the-cream, lazy smirk.

“H-hey,” Maddie mumbled. Her voice was worse for wear.

“Well,” Elena said as she stretched. “Awake at last. I thought millennials were supposed to have more stamina.” The sheet fell down to her waist, giving Maddie a view of generous breasts. And given the look on Elena’s face, Maddie guessed the intoxicating display was deliberate.

“God, how can you look so bright? Did you even get any sleep?”