Page 118 of The Right Kind of Wrong

Blake already knew this wasn’t just sex for her. And she thought, maybe, Monroe felt the same way.

Not that Blake would say that out loud.

She didn’t need to get anywhere quickly. There was nothing wrong, she reasoned, with enjoying the ride.

Sure, it wasn’t her usual MO, but what about her life was the same as it had been even a year ago?

The old rules didn’t apply.

Blake ran her finger along the shell of Monroe’s ear, watching as she shuddered in response to the light touch. “How was your meeting? I hope that you still got to have it.”

Monroe gave her a long blink in response before answering. “I did. Luckily, I was just wrapping up when the daycare called. They want me to come to Austin as soon as possible to do the work. They’re hosting some big annual meeting next month and want it completed for the footage they’ll be recording. It should only take a few days, and I can work over the weekend while the office is closed.”

The idea of Monroe being so far away didn’t sit well with Blake, and she squirmed in Monroe’s lap. At most, she should be next door. These days, the other side of the bed was preferable.

It was a new feeling, the idea of wanting to keep someone close. Wanting to hear all their thoughts and just exist with them, regardless of what was going on.

Blake realized that she hadn’t responded. Her smile was genuine, even if emotion was flurrying behind it that Monroe couldn’t see. “Obviously they’d want you to do the work. You’re incredible at what you do.”

Monroe rolled her eyes, even as Blake could see her sit up a little straighter from the praise. Which Blake loved to be the one to cause. A lot.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Monroe deflected, but she’d started to trace patterns along Blake’s skin again, pressing insistently against the column of her spine.

She was in no position to argue while Monroe was touching her like this. Monroe used her hands on Blake’s hips to spin her, so that Blake’s ass was positioned directly in front of Monroe.

The water was suddenly less hot than the press of Monroe’s skin against hers. Blake wriggled backward, trying to find more friction.

“Are you calling me fast?” she asked, her voice throaty with want.

Sure, she had been a little adventurous lately, but it definitely wasn’t her norm. But she wanted Monroe all the time, in whatever way they could come together: Monroe fucking Blake hard and fast with her fingers. Swirling her tongue around Blake’s clit until she came with a shuddering orgasm that racked her body. Blake returning the favor, her own need always flaring to life whenever she made Monroe feel good, too.

All that thinking about the sex they’d been having served to do was make her squirm harder against Monroe, who pulled the loose hair away from Blake’s neck and placed hot, open-mouthed kisses there.

Blake needed to feel Monroe. Needed relief from the floating, unmoored feeling that seemed to be as much because of her unfulfilled desire as it was from the water surrounding them.

Finally, she got the friction that her body so desperately craved, in the form of Monroe wrapping her arm around Blake’s stomach and pulling their bodies close, so that she could feel Monroe’s breasts pressing into her back. “No. I’m calling you so fucking enticing that I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you.”

Blake sighed, the words skittering through her, and leaned her head back against Monroe’s shoulder, giving in to the moment.

Truly, what a perfect way to end the day.

With the hand not holding Blake in place, Monroe started to stroke her thigh. At first, it was from her knee up to her hip, but with each pass, her fingers would move inward, drawing closer and closer to the place where Blake was already aching for her touch.

Monroe kissed her shoulder at the same time she skimmed her fingers over Blake’s pussy, featherlight and not nearly what Blake needed.

“Do you want to go to your bedroom?” Blake asked, tightness coiling in her lower abdomen like a spring.

Monroe’s words washed over her in a whisper. “Why do we need to go inside? What if I want to have you right here? Like this?”

She pressed her fingertips against Blake’s clit, rubbing a few concentrated, slow circles.

Blake moaned, instinctively rutting herself against Monroe’s hand, but it was hard to get the friction that she needed in the water.

Monroe would have to give it to her. But only if Blake wanted it.

And she did want it.

Desperately.