“Always, my pet.”
Alicia was absolutely convinced that she had the hottest date in the room. Sure, there were other good-looking people scoring chicks on the dancefloor and then luring them away for a more private time in a corner, but did any of them have the V-shape of her wife’s shirt, the perfectly palm-sized breasts, the defined jaw, the unrepentant hair hanging in her face, or those searing amber eyes? Only Alicia could say she had the intense pleasure of dancing with a woman as sexy as hers. From the way shecontinuously felt her up, whether it was to the loud, raunchy beats of a house song or the smooth tones of an R&B jam, Alicia remained entranced with only one woman in the room.
“Still thinking about me?” They were locked together, Alicia’s legs straddling Danica’s as they sank toward the floor. Some sultry Lana del Rey remix sent them into this stupor they could not get up from. “Or should I help you figure out what you really want, Mistress?”
“I know what I want.” She kissed Alicia with such famished intensity that she almost forgot where they were. “I want you every damn day. In my bed, of course.”
“Excuse you.Ourbed.”
“Yes.” Danica dipped her, letting Alicia’s hair spill onto the floor and her breasts almost spill from the top of her dress. “Our bed, precious.”
When she snapped back up, her thighs slid all the way up Danica’s leg and knocked into her crotch. “Oops. Look what I did.”
“Yes.” Alicia loved it when her wife growled like that. “Look what you did, Alicia. I used to be a lot more in control of my life than I am now. Ever since you walked into my club that night, I was a fucking goner. I had to have you.”
Alicia’s fingers weaved through slick, silky hair. “You did have me.”
“It wasn’t enough, was it? For either of us.”
“No way. I never once stopped thinking about you.”
“So it’s agreed. We’re meant to be together.”
“We better be.” For what I’m going through? Alicia didn’t want to think about that. “’Til death do us part, Danica. That better be later rather than sooner.”
“Alicia.” The music continued to play. People continued to dance. Yet as far as Alicia and Danica Moreau were concerned, there was nothing beyond the two of them. No music. No people.Only them, and the passion emanating between their helpless bodies. “Nothing is going to happen to you. I swear it. I’ll cut off my own arm if it means protecting you and our family.”
“You promise?”
She promised with another kiss, this one refusing to let her go.
So much for their normal night. Or perhaps it was normal to run up to an employee and demand a VIP room. Maybe it was normal to shove a wad of bills into someone’s hand to ensure that they weren’t bothered for an hour. Was it normal to take a whole hour? Was it normal to rush into a tiny room, bombarded with club beats and the scent of sweat and sex for the sole purpose of making more sweat and sex? It was probably normal to rip off half of Alicia’s dress and have two fingers inside her before she could emit a moan from her throat.
Nothing felt more normal than pulling up Danica’s shirt and whimpering against her hot skin. Alicia was back against the wall in a club, like the first time they made love.
Because that’s what it was then, and that’s what it was now. So what if they didn’t know what to call it back then? Alicia was naïve, and Danica was closed off from what her heart desperately wanted her to have. It didn’t matter if they were in bed, having spirited, vanilla sex, or in Midnight exchanging verbal BDSM. Alicia wanted to spend the rest of her life experiencing what it meant to be the object of Danica Moreau’s affection. No other woman in history could say she had this woman’s love.
She had it. She had her love, her money, and… yeah. The other stuff, too.
“There’s nothing fucking better,” Danica mumbled against her wife’s breathless lips, “than how I feel with you.” She lowered Alicia to her feet but did not let her go. Her arm remained slung around her, words as potent as her vitality. “We’re going to take over the world, you and I.”
“One thing at a time.” Alicia ran her fingers up and down Danica’s sweaty arms.So. Much. Power.She had felt it between her legs once already that night. Would Danica be ready to go again when they got home? (Who was Alicia kidding? Of course she would be! The woman was fit and barely in her thirties. She was going to ram Alicia’s pussy until she couldn’t feel it anymore!) “Let’s start with taking over your company.”
“Stop talking so sexy. How did you know hostile corporate takeovers get me wet?”
“Because you’re a lioness who saunters up to some other shit lion’s pride and kicks his ass out of there.”
“And then gets all the women.”
“You only need one woman.”
“That’s right.” Danica’s thumbs massaged Alicia’s naked thighs. The woman was always so fascinated with her own work.She’s got a fetish. She totally does. Alicia wouldn’t disagree that it was hot. “One woman to take over the world with. Just what I always wanted.”
“I thought you wanted a woman to build a stable home with?”
Danica hoisted Alicia’s legs back around her waist. Why, was it time for round two already? “What makes you think that’s not the same thing?”
Much to Alicia’s relief, her wife was more than ready to take her for another round when they arrived home. Not only was she ready, but she fully intended to put those handcuffs to good use. And the paddle. And the brand-new spreader bar she had kept hidden in the bottom of her drawers.
