“You feel so fucking good.” Charlotte’s voice, so throaty after moaning and chanting Sutton’s name, forced her to open her eyes and stare down at Charlotte as she moved against her. “Darling, I?—”
Sutton’s orgasm hit her like a freight train at the worddarling, hurtling through her body as her nerve endings lit up. She gasped, then groaned, jerking down against Charlotte’s fingers harder, needing to ride out every single sensation pushing through her body.
She rode through her orgasm, pushing through any aftershocks even as her body jerked with them, so ridiculously sensitive. But she wanted every moment of this.
Finally, when she felt totally wrung out, she slid to her side, collapsing next to Charlotte on her bed.
The quiet in the room was only disrupted by their heavy breathing; the blood rushing in Sutton’s ears moved from static at first to quiet background noise after a minute as she stared up at the ceiling.
And even though she didn’t know exactly what this meant or what they weredoing, she couldn’t deny that she liked the feeling of this. Of Charlotte’s body warm and soft next to hers during the comedown, as the night settled around them.
This wouldn’t be like the last time they had done this, she knew that instinctively, and it also wouldn’t be the last time they did it. She didn’t know what itwas, she thought again, as she turned her head to look at Charlotte, who was already gazing at her in the room’s low lamplight.
But she knew that.
“That’s not what I invited you here for today.” The words left her, unplanned but honest. Her brain was not firing at full capacity, in fairness to herself.
Charlotte’s smile was slow and beautifully crooked. “I didn’t assume so.” She paused, before saying softly, “I’m…thankfulfor it, though.”
There was an honesty there, but also that stupidly charming, joking voice, and Sutton could only laugh at it.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Charlotte readthrough the most recent edits made on a proposal that she’d had land on her metaphorical desk, initialing and signing on her tablet when appropriate. Namely, she was doing her best to keep her mind onwork.
And, in fairness, she was doing a decent job. This was a proposal she was soundly behind and had helped secure funding for, regarding building accommodations for the unhoused, and she’d already read over this proposal thoroughly several times.
It just so happened that she presently had some… other matters on her mind.
Maya cleared her throat from where she was seated perpendicular to Charlotte. “I’m sorry to bring this up, but you’d previously asked that I make certain your schedule remain relatively light this evening, given that the Senate is in session tomorrow morning and it’s likely to be…”
“Painful,” Charlotte supplied knowingly, still looking down at the proposal. So close to finishing it, she initialled at the bottom of the second-to-last page. “Yes.”
Maya was quiet for a few moments as Charlotte moved on to reviewing the last page. “Right. I’m just wondering if this event tonight is a priority. Should it be treated as such in the future?”
Charlotte paused, shifting her gaze for the first time since getting into her town car to look out the window in thought. Before she could let herself gettoodeep into those thoughts, though, she shifted her gaze back down with a nod. “Yes, it’s a priority.”
There were a few beats of silence before Maya spoke again, “Does that mean events from Georgetown or for the Zones in specific?”
Charlotte pursed her lips as she finished scanning the document and added her final signature. She closed the document out before handing the tablet back to Autumn in the seat next to her, who readily accepted it.
She absolutely did not miss the look Autumn was shooting Maya as she did so. It clearly read,Shut the hell up.
She glanced back at Maya who was shooting Autumn a look right back that clearly read,NO.
Their silent communication broke as soon as Charlotte settled back in her seat and simply answered with, “Yes.”
“Okay, then,” was all Maya said in response, and Charlotte knew they were giving each other looks again as she took her phone out and scrolled through her emails.
Maya was right; Charlottehadpreviously asked to keep her schedule clear tonight because tomorrow was absolutely going to be long and arduous. And shehadnever decided—on a rare evening that was work-free—to attend an event that she barely had anything to do with.
But she was living in unprecedented times.
It had been officially four days since she’d had sex with Sutton on Thanksgiving.
Four days since Sutton had completely and entirely shaken her right down to the very core of her being. Four days since she’d had the best sex of her life. Four days since she’d talked to Sutton vulnerably.Trulyvulnerably. In a way that was difficult and rare for her to manage, even to herself at times.
Four days since she’d lain in Sutton’s bed, both of them breathing hard and deliciously sweaty. Her body had already been starting to feel the effects of their second round as they were both lying on their stomachs, facing one another on the same pillow.
