“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.

With a sharp, startled cry, Maddie came on the spot. Her knees and thighs trembled as warmth spread through her nerve endings. “You’d actually agree to that?” Maddie gasped out. “Next time, I mean?”

Elena’s smile was equal parts triumph, amusement, and delight. “Of course not. My desk is for work purposes only.”

Maddie groaned. God damn it. Elena could play her like a fiddle. She used her power so perfectly in their sex life, with such precision, it should be a crime. Maddie both hated and loved how well Elena knew her weaknesses and every turn-on. It was arousing, thrilling, and probably a little pathetic if she bothered to care, which she absolutely didn’t. Maddie was, quite simply, putty in Elena’s hands, and they both knew it.

Heat flooded her, and only part of it was to do with that magnificent orgasm.

Elena smirked, dropped a kiss on Maddie’s cheek, and then stabbed her phone. Her voice was stern and dry: “Send my global art director up.”

* * *

Elena made it into her chair with seconds to spare when the elevator dinged announcing Perry’s arrival. Madeleine—teasing, intoxicating Madeleine—had insisted on distracting her with further passionate kisses, leaving barely any time to fix her appearance. Elena squirmed in her chair, self-conscious about what was missing, and darted an appalled look toward where a tangle of thong still lay. She hadn’t had time to reclaim it. Still, those kisses had been quite something. She prayed Perry wouldn’t notice what lay at the foot of her office window.

Madeleine followed her gaze and mouthed “sorry”, just as Perry swished into the office in an elegant, lilac, Brioni suit.

He stood in front of Elena and ran a hand over his dark-skinned bald pate. “What did you say to Tony for him to give me the third degree about sending me up?” He almost pouted.

“A better question is what has you in here so late? And what constitutes enough of an emergency for him to override a Do Not Disturb?” Elena drawled. “Especially after Bartell Corp’s dividend that’ll see half its shareholders off to Aspen, and a certain fashion mag’s destruction.” She leaned forward. “Do not tell me you’re here to ruin my famously good mood with bad news.”

He snorted at that characterization of her mood. “Yes, well, it’s CQ I’m here about.” He sagged a little. “Emmanuelle Lecoq specifically.”

Elena’s pulse kicked up at the mention of the rival magazine’s editor. “What’s she done now?”

He opened his mouth, then caught sight of the visitor’s sofa. “Sorry, Maddie, didn’t see you there. Hello.”

“Hey, Perry. Great to see you again.” Madeleine grinned, and her genuine affection for the man was infused in her voice.

Then again, her warm, affectionate lover seemed to like pretty much everyone. Elena could not relate to that in the least. She folded her arms. “Perhaps if you just spat it out.”

“Fine.” Perry reached into his briefcase. “You know I have contacts everywhere. This is out tomorrow.” A newspaper hit her desk.

Madeleine joined Elena to read over her shoulder.

‘NO PASSING FADS FOR ME!’ LECOQ DISHES DIRT