She could. She did.
I could get used to this. For a long time. June didn’t care that the hardness of the nearby bench – the same one Miquela fucked her against not too long ago – dug into her, or that a chill was overtaking her body. All she cared about was Sette on top of her, kissing her, squeezing her, fucking her with everything she had. Which was a lot. The woman was good at bottling up her needs, then unleashing them all over her.
June didn’t often think dangerous thoughts during work, but she realized that this was quickly becoming not work. Worse. Sette was proving to be a rare client who could have caught June’s attention even outside of her career.In another life, she could be my girlfriend. Girlfriend.
Her heart seized in fear as Sette went at her with the despotic need of a brand-new beast. “Holy hell, you’re mine,” she groaned into June’s ear. “Do you feel me? You’re all mine.”
“Yeah…” June was trapped between sexual reverie and the kryptonite exposed to her brain. “I’m yours, Sette.” Her orgasm was taking forever. Tortuously so. Was she doing this on purpose? Was she slowly spending herself to draw this out and make June face how much Sette owned her in this moment?
To what end?
“You’re amazing.” Sette’s kisses were harder now, covering June’s throat. “So amazing that I insist on taking you up to your room and giving you whatever you want. You deserve it.”
June didn’t charge her for round two. Or three.
Chapter 4
Sette
Sette Christie had never been so content in her life. Work was fantastic. Joy had called her the day before to announce that a gallery in New York was interested in featuring her June collection in the summer.“I need a shortlist of the pieces you want to submit… oh, and how about a title for the collection? That would be SO HELPFUL, hint hint.”Her finances were better than ever, with her accountant announcing that some of her stocks were skyrocketing and now was the time to cash out and invest in other things for more long-term gain. The weather was so beautiful that she was able to spend a healthy amount of time both indoors working and outdoors socializing with friends, some of whom she hadn’t seen in ages. Even her father didn’t give her crap for retiring from the medical world the last time they chatted on the phone.
As for her love life? Sette had never been so infatuated as she was with June. Every time she thought of June, her face lit up,and she started whistling a tune she had never heard before. Maybe she was making it up. Maybe it was a sign that her next artistic venture would be music.
When she saw June instead of thinking about her? Life was complete.
Sette took the good news from her accountant as a sign that she should keep bidding on her fair June. She and the other woman were at a stalemate in the mid-60s. Sette wasn’t sweating it. At some point, the other woman would give up, and Sette was willing to go up to a full 100k. June was worth every pretty penny.
Of course, she often fantasized about not having to pay for her at all. If June were a real girlfriend, Sette would be asking her to move in with her. Introducing her to the family. Taking her to Mexico like she promised, so she could post selfies of them on social media. The world deserved to see them together, happy.
One step at a time. First, she would win the bid and become June’s greatest patron ever. Then, after a while, if things were still going well and they meshed in the civilian world, as June called it, Sette would start thinking about the next steps.
What were the next steps? At some point, Sette would want more from June. If not for her to retire from her career as one of the country’s greatest courtesans, then to at least leave the Manoir and be withherfirst and foremost. It was a pipe dream, and perhaps their goals would change as the months and years went on, but the truth was that Sette had never felt like this before. She fully intended to ride it out as far as it could go.
One. Step. At. A. Time. Still, she looked like a fucking idiot as she sat at her and Zara’s favorite outdoor bistro, sunglasses covering her love-sick eyes, but her smile so broad that more than one person looked at her as if she were criminally insane.
“You’re despicable,” Zara grunted. She stabbed her crab cake with a fork, but did not eat it. “I don’t even have to ask whatyou’re so dumb about. It’s that woman. Congrats, I guess. I would say I like the new positive you, but I still say you’re going to be eating this situation for shit-breakfast sooner rather than later.”
“Don’t care what you think.” Sette emptied a pack of sweetener into her iced tea. She stirred it a little too vigorously, sending tiny splashes of light brown all over the bistro tablecloth. “I’ve put up with every woman you’ve fallen in love with since we’ve known each other. Remember Cathy? After the second date, you were pacing around here, whooping and hollering, talking about how much you wanted to marry her already.”
“Yeah, and it turned out that Cathy was dating Jeremiah Holder already, whom she married instead of me. That sucked.”
“How about that model from LA? The soap opera star? Something like that?”
“Cindy Charles. Had to dump her because she was stealing things right beneath my nose. Lost my grandmother’s 19th-century locket because of that klepto.” Even so, Zara grinned. “She was a great lay, though. Almost made it worth it.”
Not as good as June, I’m sure. Sette didn’t know how it was possible, but every encounter with June was better than the last. Maybe it was because she had shed every layer of inhibition she had been harboring for years. June didn’t care if Sette banged her against a stone bench or in her soft, malleable bed. The urgency, the desire, the passion were the same. When Sette asked her what she wanted?“Make love to me as if you have everything to prove.”Sette had. She not only wanted to be one of the most memorable lovers in June’s busy, infamous life, but she also wanted to prove how much she cared about her.
“I have to tell you, though,” Zara continued, drinking beer. They were both waiting for their lunches to arrive. “You’re making me want to find a girl of my own. Maybe not from that Manoir, though… I hear that the woman I was with is themistress of the Anderssens. You know.TheAnderssens. I ain’t going up against that. I’d fear for my life and reputation.”
Sette vaguely knew who Zara talked about.I’m not in the society like she is. Sette grew up rich and privileged, but she was from a medical family. They traveled in different circles from the other wealthy types… and tended to be antisocial everywhere but the golf course.Dentists, on the other hand…
Zara was from that other world. And friendly. And charming. She knew everyone, even if only tangentially.
“I had figured you were jealous. First time I’ve had a great girl, and you don’t.”
“Sure. Let’s call it jealousy.” Zara glanced at the waitress walking by. A new girl. Big, round ass. “Either way, I’m happy for you about the gallery thing. I know this is huge for you.”
“You’re coming to the show, right?”
