They lay half-entwined together in silence, the only sound their satisfied breathing as they came down from their incredible highs. Anna reveled in the bliss of it. It had all been exactly as she’d hoped. Better, even.
Victoria broke the quiet first. “I am… so, so hungry.” She rolled over and nipped at Anna’s breast. “But truly, for food.”
“Our stuff might still be warm.” They’d left it on a table near the condo door when they stumbled in, ripping each other’s clothes off.
“Yes. Let’s eat.” Victoria slid out of the bed, reaching for a little white satin robe. “Put this on.”
Anna eyed it dubiously. “I don’t think that’s going to fit. Don’t you haveanynormal clothes? A big t-shirt from your university days?”
“I think you know better than that.” Victoria rolled her eyes. “Put on the robe. It will not fit. And that’s going to be so extremely fucking hot.”
“Oh.”
Victoria grinned. “Mmhmm.”
They sat companionably on the sofa, feeding each other crusty toasted baguette slices smeared with a beautifully fresh white goat cheese and the most heavenly local honey Anna had ever tasted. “God, I really am a long way home from rural Alaska tonight,” she murmured, wiping a smudge of creamy cheese off of Victoria’s bottom lip with her thumb, then popping that thumb into her own mouth to lick it off.
“Is that where you’re from? Alaska? What a place to be from.” Victoria pulled a container of olives from the takeaway bag and opened it up, eating one herself before holding one to Anna’s lips until she accepted the morsel.
“Everyone has to be from somewhere,” Anna pointed out as she chewed. “And we can’t all have giant audible signals of our birth origins baked right into our voices.”
“Too right. Still, I’d never have guessed Alaska. What even is there?” Shaking her head, Victoria ate another olive. “Oil, yes?”
“Oil, tourism, salmon fishing, dog racing. Even some agriculture.” Anna leaned down to grab their bag of food and fished out their entrees. “What did you order for us?”
Victoria stared at the sealed containers. “I… I genuinely have no recollection. You were so distracted, I was so curious, there could beanythingin there.”
“If Russian roulette were French food, what a game.” Anna laughed and handed one of the containers over to Victoria along with a set of disposable cutlery. “Well, let’s find out.”
To their relief, they both opened their containers to generous portions of a delicious-smelling dish, roasted chicken thighs in a creamy mushroom sauce. Suddenly ravenous, Anna tore into hers with gusto, sucking tender meat off of the bone, spooning the rich sauce directly into her mouth. She’d never eaten anything so incredibly sensual, never sat barely wrapped in a tiny white satin robe that could hardly contain her breasts, eating post-coital French cuisine with a gorgeous blonde wearing nothing but silky black lingerie.
It was, quite possibly, the most erotic experience of her life. Anna squeezed her thighs together as arousal began to ripple through her again.
Victoria noticed the movement and reached over to adjust the lapels of the robe so that one of Anna’s breasts sprang free. “Ah, better. I do love a view while I eat.”
Anna raised an eyebrow, deeply appreciative of her own view, since Victoria hadn’t put her bra or any sort of top on and was simply sitting on her elegant sofa, clad only in her stockings and garters and panties and all of her glorious tumble of blonde waves. Like a fantastically, ferociously sexy Lady Godiva. “Likewise.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever eaten French chicken in my knickers before,” Victoria mused. “Rather a novel experience.”
“It’s an incredible sight,” Anna said earnestly, and, if she were being honest, more than a little lustily. As she sat there licking mushroom sauce off of her fork, hair mussed, blue eyes rolling with pleasure, there was a feral quality to Victoria that Anna couldn’t believe had been wrapped up so tight under all her ice walls and designer layers. How many people might have ever seen this Victoria? The number couldn’t be very high.
As precarious as their situation was, she felt so lucky.
Victoria looked up at her from under the heavy fall of her hair and set aside her food container. With a slow, sensual grin, shecrawled across the sofa to Anna and plucked her food out of her hands to put it on the coffee table. She pushed Anna down onto the sofa and covered her with her body, brushing Anna’s hair back from her face. “You,” she began, before dipping her head down to press her lips to Anna’s throat, “look like you,” and her whispers were a sensual tickle on the soft skin, “might be hungry for something that’s not food.”
Anna hitched her leg up over Victoria’s hip to pull her in until their bodies were snugly pressed together. “Maybe…”
It was difficult to leave, but Anna managed to reluctantly pull herself away. “You could stay,” Victoria offered, lounging like a lioness on the tumble of bedclothes atop her bed, watching Anna put on the clothing she’d had to hunt around the condo to gather. “In fact, I rather wish you would.”
If she stayed, she feared she might never leave, but they were certainly not at a point where that was a healthy conversation to have. “Perhaps another time,” Anna replied lightly. “One I’m prepared for. I can’t wear this into the office tomorrow.”
“A pity.” Victoria yawned and rolled onto her back in a lazy stretch. “I much prefer this to your regular wardrobe.”
“Well, if we had more appointments, I might consider a change. Alas.” She tied off her wrap top and stepped over to the bed, leaning down for a long, heated kiss. “Mmm. Promise me you won’t kill Cam when you start working with him.”
“Shan’t. I never make a promise I can’t guarantee keeping. I will, however, try to behave.” She sighed and sat up, sliding off of the bed to grab the tiny little robe that hadn’t fit Anna, and wrap herself in it. It did look amazing on her, naturally. “I’ll walk you to the door, though for the record, I do oppose your departure.”
“Noted.” Anna chuckled and found her purse discarded by the front door. “I’ll pack a bag for it.”
