A filthy smile settled on Billie’s lips. “Then they’ll see just how much I want you.” Her hand slipped higher, inching beneath the fabric slowly, her fingertips dancing along her sensitive inner thigh. Debra bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her hands clutching at Billie’s arms for balance. “Mm. They’ll also see how you’re already trembling for me.”
Billie’s touch grew bolder as she pushed Debra’s underwear to one side. She moaned when her fingers found Debra’s soaked clit, one hand now pressed to the wall beside Debra’s head.
“O-oh, Billie…”
“Is this something I should expect if I see more of you?” Billie asked, her head tilted ever so slightly. “You…dripping wet just from the sight of me?”
“I…yes.” Debra’s hips bucked involuntarily when Billie drew languid circles against her clit. “F-fuck!”
“Shh.” Billie cupped Debra’s face and pressed a thumb gently against her lips. “Be good for me. Hold it in until I tell you to let go. Just like last night when you came undone on my fingers.”
Debra’s world zoned purely to that intimate pressure, her orgasm building with every teasing glide. Her breath came in shallow pants, now muffled against Billie’s palm as she fought to stay silent. The risk of it all only heightened the ache, turning everything she felt into something exquisite but unbearable.
Billie’s voice dropped to a husky murmur as she brushed her lips against her ear. “That’s it, let it build. I can feel how close you are, how you’re clenching around nothing but craving more.” Billie drew back and touched her forehead to Debra’s. “Imagine if I slipped inside you right here and made you shatter.” She took Debra’s bottom lip between her teeth and bit down gently before releasing itpainfullyslowly. “Do you think you can keep quiet while I fuck yourachingpussy?”
God, this was so far from Debra’s world. Being fucked in a corner of a museum? A woman threatening to slip inside her…just because she wanted to? Yeah, this wasn’t Debra’s life. But she could quickly get used to it.
“Well?” Billie slowed between Debra’s legs, teasing a little lower. “I usually get what I want, Debra.”
All she could manage was a nod. Right now, she didn’t care where she was or who could walk by. She felt sorry for anyonenotexperiencing this kind of pleasure with Billie Brown.
Debra’s legs nearly gave out, a soft whimper escaping her when Billie bent her knees a little and slipped right inside her. “O-oh!” Every nerve came alive as Billie fucked her hard and fast. “Yes, right there.”
Billie picked up her pace, smirking when Debra’s eyes started to close. “Eyes on me!”
Debra locked eyes with Billie, her orgasm tearing through her, silent but devastatingly real. She trembled against her, waves of pleasure rippling through her, soaking her thighs as she clung on.
Billie held her, slowing her movements to draw out the aftershocks, her own breath ragged. When Debra finally sagged against her, spent and dazed, Billie withdrew her hand with a final, teasing caress. She brought her fingers to her lips, tasting them with a slow lick that made Debra’s body twitch all over again.
“Delicious,” Billie whispered, those eyes still eager for more. “But we’re not done yet. Not by a long shot.”
Debra exhaled a shaky laugh and touched her forehead to Billie’s shoulder. “I’ll never look at a museum in the same way again.”
The cab ride backto Savile Row had been surprisingly good. Billie hadn’t spent the twenty minutes stuck in traffic worrying about another afternoon out with Debra, she just…let it settle inside of her. She stared out of the window, pretending to watch the city pass by, but the truth was…every nerve ending pulsed with the imprint of Debra against the museum wall.
The continuous moans Debra had fought back. The look in her eyes as Billie lifted her skirt. The whimper as she accepted Billie’s fingers, pulsing the moment they eased inside.
None of today had been an accident, and Billie wouldn’t pretend otherwise.
When the cab stopped outside Brown & Co., Billie gathered herself and stepped out onto the pavement. She strolled to the other side and opened the door for Debra, smiling when their eyes met.
“Thank you.” Debra offered her a quick squeeze of the hip as she slipped past her, fixing her handbag on her shoulder and smoothing out her skirt as they stood side by side outside the shop. “Should I just…head off?”
Billie lifted a brow. “That wasn’t the plan I had, but if you have things to do…”
“I don’t. I don’t have anything to do.”
“Then I’ll just pick up some invoices, and we can head to my place. Glass of wine, tea…whatever you want to do.”
Debra gazed back at her with surprise written all over her face. “That’s…yes. That would be a lovely end to the day.”
Billie tipped her head towards the door and smiled. “Come on. Let’s get out of the cold before we brave the walk against the wind.”
Billie would usually hail a cab, but the traffic was not playing ball today. She didn’t have the sanity to sit in it any longer. And truthfully, the walk in the fresh air would do her good. It would give her a chance to clear her mind.
She pushed through the door and stepped into a world she no longer wanted to be the centre of. Just a few short hours with Debra over two days had shown Billie there was more to life.
Nina straightened behind the front counter as soon as they entered. “Miss Brown.”
