Unfortunately, Etta was not finished by the time they got home. She announced she was going to finish up in her office, so there would be no distractions. Only fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty. Jamie nodded once more, but now she knew better. Etta would be out half an hour to an hour, depending on how deep she got.
Could get deep into other things…Jamie didn’t care how long she had to wait. She was going into their bedroom, kicking out the cat(s), and doing everything in her power to make sure she got laid that night.
“Etta is easy,” she told herself, opening a bureau drawer and searching through her lingerie. “The easiest of them all.” Jamie knew her ticks, her kinks, and what she responded to the best. The idea a woman like her could resist her girlfriend… Jamie pulled out the crimson negligee she bought at Monique’s behest.
“Etta would love it.”
Well, she better. As Jamie dropped her dress and shimmied into the lingerie, she thought of nothing but her girlfriend’s reaction the moment she came through that bedroom door.
She smoothed out the bed covers, ignoring her cat on the other side of the door, mewling and scratching.She thinks she owns this room. When she first moved in, Barbarossa refused to leave the bedroom. Then she started wandering the wing, claiming this windowsill and that chair in Etta’s office. Yet her favorite place, especially at night, was the bedroom, curled between Jamie and Etta’s bodies – regardless of how close they were too. That fat asshole was not above sitting at the end of the bed and staring at them while they engaged in foreplay. Jamie had learned how to ignore her, but Etta still got up, plucked the fucker right off the bed, and unceremoniously plopped her on the other side of the door. Now Jamie had done it prematurely.
“Sorry. This is an emergency,” she mumbled, going to a vase full of fresh flowers from the garden. Beatrice always put them there, and for that, Jamie was grateful because it meant a lovely early spring bud for her to bring to bed. She picked up her phone and texted her girlfriend.
“You should come to the bedroom. It’s an emergency.”
It took no fewer than ten seconds to receive a reply.
“An actual emergency? Or did the cat get trapped in the shower again?”
“You could say this emergency involves…”Jamie had to decide how dirty she wanted to get. Grinning, she typed a word she didn’t often let be stored in the phone.“Pussy.”
“Give me five minutes. Finishing upthis email.”
“You better finish up that email before I finish myself off.”
“Now, let’s not get hasty.”
Jamie put her phone on the nightstand and rolled onto her side. She didn’t have a mirror, but she had a woman’s intuition, and it told her that posing herself on the bed so her breasts bulged from the negligee and her thighs poked out from beneath was her best shot at getting what she wanted.
She had just decided to fix her hair when the door handle turned.Open, damnit. The door couldn’t decide. Open? Shut? Etta’s foot and a tuft of orange fur appeared in the crack.“No, no,” Etta muttered, followed by an insistent yowl. “You were left out here for a reason.”
Another yowl, this one almost violent.My freakin’ cat.
Finally, Etta won the battle with the beast and managed to sneak into the room without the cat stealing in behind her. Pitiful scratches appeared at the door; pink paws appeared beneath the crack. But the moment Etta turned and saw the treasure on her bed, everyone ignored the demanding furchild.
“Wow.” Etta had left her jacket in her office, probably draped across the back of her chair. The first two buttons on her white shirt were unbuttoned. Jamie kissed the flower she held and let it hover above her cleavage. “Look at you.”
“You haven’t forgotten that you live with this, have you?” Jamie tossed her hair back, letting her thighs slide together and catch Etta’s attention. That’s right. Get ready for me.“Been a while since Ms. Coleman paid proper attention to the pretty girlfriend she keeps cooped up in her bedroom.”
“Indeed, it has. Sometimes, Ms. Coleman forgets she’s got a life outside of work.” Etta approached the bed, rolling up her sleeves and gazing down at the length of Jamie’s curving body. “Hello. Come here often?”
“Only when Ms. Coleman pays on time.”
Jamie extended the flower to her, running it down the seam of Etta’strousers and teasing her thigh with the precious petals.
“You are a convincing lady when you put your mind to it.”
She scoffed. “And you are a domineering woman when you put your mind to it.”
“You think my mind isn’t going there right now?”
“I should certainly hope so… ma’am.”
The flirtatious countenance Etta sported quickly disappeared. “Is that what you want?” She leaned down, hands bracing against her knees. “Because I know what would look very nice with this skimpy nightgown you’re wearing.”
Jamie rubbed the flower petals against her face. Etta did not flinch. “What’s that?”Fingers walked from her cleavage up to her throat, lightly touching her skin. Shivers rippled through Jamie’s body.It’s been too long since she last touched me like this.To be fair, it had been too long since she welcomed this kind of touch.
“You know what, my flower.”
