Before Lisa could dissect that, Donald was at my side, whisking me back onto the dance floor. We spun through the room, maintaining the charade until the clock ticked past ten and the first wave of guests began their exodus.
Kelsey intercepted us near the grand staircase. She didn't stop, but as she passed, she leaned in, her voice a low, private vibration against my ear: "Wait for me. Dressed."
I offered a sharp, nearly imperceptible nod. Donald caught me by the waist, playing the part of the devoted partner to the very end as we climbed the stairs toward the guest wing.
"I’m fairly certain I overheard two senators discussing how beautiful our children would be," I noted as we reached the landing.
"Oh, absolutely," Don shot back without missing a beat. "I’m sure your mother would be thrilled to play nanny while we run the capital."
"And what about your mother in this hypothetical nightmare?"
"I don’t mention her because she’d move into the guest house permanently to hover over her grandchildren. Why on earth are we talking about children, Megs?"
"I think it’s the sparkling wine," I laughed, leaning against the wall. "Do you actually have company tonight?"
"I do. He should be waiting in my room as we speak."
"Can I meet him?" I teased.
"Not a chance. He’s not the type I introduce to the family. I’ll likely never see him again after tonight."
"Donald... you really are a bitch," I whispered, grinning as we reached our respective doors.
Donald’s laughter echoed down the hallway as we reached my door, his "goodnight" a cheerful end to our public farce.
The moment I stepped inside, I didn't hesitate; I moved straight for the connecting door. Inside Kelsey’s suite, a bottle of sparkling wine sat nestled in an ice bucket, waiting. I pouredmyself a glass, leaning my hips against the dresser with my legs crossed, silent, poised statue of anticipation.
The main door swung open, and Kelsey entered, followed by the striking woman who had been her shadow all evening.
"Kitty, this is Alica," Kelsey introduced, her voice smooth and commanding. "She’s a doctor... and our companion for the night."
Alica was breathtaking, likely no more than twenty-five. Her dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that lit up with a tentative, respectful smile.
Kelsey didn't wait. She moved into my space, one hand anchoring on the back of my neck while the other claimed my waist, pulling me into a kiss so passionate it threatened to undo all the restraint I’d practiced downstairs.
When we finally broke apart, we both turned our focus to Alica. She was watching us, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her hands clasped politely in front of her, a portrait of controlled desire. Kelsey extended a hand, and Alica took it with a slight tremor of excitement.
I followed suit, wrapping an arm around Alica’s waist and drawing her into a kiss. Almost immediately, I felt Kelsey move behind her, biting into the soft skin of Alica’s neck while her other hand remained firmly planted on my butt.
Kelsey leaned in to steal Alica’s mouth from mine, leaving the woman's neck exposed and inviting. I didn't hesitate to trail my lips over her pulse point, nipping at the skin until a low, fractured moan escaped her. Kelsey broke the kiss just enough to offer me a triumphant, wicked smile.
"I wanted to know if we had chemistry together," I whispered against her skin. "And I think the answer is a resounding yes."
"Absolutely, yes. And please... call me Ali," she replied softly. I didn't waste a second before kissing her again, my hands tracing the elegant curves of her body, discovering the map of her skin.
I felt a jolt of electricity when Ali’s tongue brushed against my neck. I watched, breathless, as she offered Kelsey a silent, nodding permission, her hand sliding down to explore the firm lines of Kels’s abdomen.
Soon, Kelsey’s neck became the focal point for both our mouths. My nails dug into the fabric of her shirt, anchoring me as the thrill of sharing her of seeing her through another’s desire, heightened my own.
When Ali and Kelsey leaned in to kiss inches from my lips, I found myself paralyzed by the sheer beauty of it, unable to interfere, content to simply admire the heat radiating between them.
Ali’s hand found the nape of my neck, pulling me into a kiss defined by a delicate, lascivious aggression. My fingers sank into the softness of her ass, squeezing harder as a drawn-out moan escaped her. Looking down, I realized the cause: Kelsey had claimed Ali’s breast, her tongue swirling around a tightening nipple.
We shifted positions with an almost choreographed grace. Soon, Ali’s breasts were against my lips, but the moment was interrupted by Kelsey’s hand fisting in my hair at the base of my neck. She hauled me back toward her mouth with bruising strength.
"Kitty... you’re mine," she growled against my lips, her possessiveness sending a flood of heat between my thighs. She turned her emerald gaze toward Ali, pointing to the edge of the heavy dresser where I had been standing. "Sit on the edge."
As Ali obeyed with a quiet, eager focus, I returned to her neck, my teeth grazing the skin in a desperate search for more contact. She anchored her hands on my waist, and I felt myself fitting into her embrace with a terrifying, perfect ease.
