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“Fine, I’ll speak to Jessie about York. Then I’ll head back to the hotel.”

“Good.” Alex smiled as they all filed out, and she followed behind, closing and locking the door behind them. “Take it off,” she said without turning to face Morgan. The dress had been tempting her all night. From the minute Morgan had stepped out in it, she’d wanted to strip her of it.

She breathed in and out, trying to compose herself. Her breath hitched at the sound of the zip, and she smiled to herself knowing that Morgan would do exactly as she demanded.

“How naked do you want me?” Morgan asked, her voice low and sultry.

Alex turned slowly to find her standing in just her underwear. Matching of course, plum and black lace and silk. Her arms hung limply by her side, awaiting further instruction. She looked delicious.

“I think as you are, is just—” Alex stepped forward. “Perfect.” Her eyes swept up and down the body she was enjoying so much lately; too much? Maybe, it would all end soon though, wouldn’t it? “Turn around.”

Morgan smirked before she twisted on her heel and turned her back on Alex. Unsure what her lover had planned, her skin pimpled in anticipation.

Alex moved in closer, breathing in Morgan’s scent as her fingers touched flesh and slid easily around her to cup both lace-clad breasts in her palms. “Do you know what you do to me, Dr Morgan Kelly?”

“Hm, I think I have an idea.” Morgan sighed, her head falling back to rest against Alex’s shoulder.

“I need to be inside you. I want to feel your desire.” Alex squeezed and caressed, enjoying the way Morgan’s nipples swelled and hardened to her touch, pressing into her palms perfectly.

Morgan whimpered when Alex ran her thumbs across them, gently pinching and rolling each one between her fingertips, alternating the pressure with which she squeezed.

“I want to make you come,” Alex whispered. “And you can choose how. But whatever way you choose, will be slow and deliberate. I want you to beg for release, Morgan. And then I want to take you back to the hotel, bend you over and fuck you senseless with your favourite toy. Can you handle that, Morgan?”

Alex squeezed her nipples a little harder.

“Yes,” Morgan gasped. “Yes, please. I want…” She moaned, her hips beginning to thrust against the air. “Touch me.”

“We have half an hour to fill,” Alex said, suggesting that would be how long this would take.

“Please touch me,” Morgan tried once more, knowing that every time she said please, she pleased Alex.

Releasing her nipples, Alex stepped back and admired the slender back, the silk-covered buttocks. She spanked herhard, surprising her with the movement. Morgan yelped, but pushed her backside out to enjoy the caress she knew would follow.

“Good.” Alex rewarded her, stroking the softness of her flesh. With quick fingers, she unhooked the bra and pulled the straps down Morgan’s arms, freeing her breasts of the lacy constraints. “Turn around,” she commanded again.

Morgan didn’t waste a second, spinning to face her, arms still hanging loosely by her side despite the desperate itch to use her fingers and deal with her building arousal.

She watched as Alex reached out, tenderly stroking the back of her fingers across her nipples again. “So excitable, aren’t they?” Alex said with a smile. “Always so perky, and hard.” She pinched them once more, hard enough that it made Morgan whimper, but not painfully, not cruelly. Just enough to throw Morgan from her thoughts, out of her head for a moment. “Would you like my mouth on them?”

“Yes,” Morgan breathed the word out. “Yes, please.”

Alex pinched them once more. “Maybe I will.” She stepped back again and let her eyes scan downward, admiring the darkening wet patch becoming more evident on the front of Morgan’s knickers. “You’re so wet, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Morgan nodded quickly, her breath quickening as she enjoyed being watched and admired. When Alex stepped in quickly, forcing her tongue into Morgan’s mouth and her hand between her legs, Morgan gasped and released all of the air she’d held in her lungs.

Her legs parted of their own volition, the intruding fingers rubbing vigorously against her underwear, the friction against her clit so good, and yet, unbearable all at once. Shewanted to come, she wanted to beg, but she wouldn’t, not yet. That would be too easy, that would be disappointing to Alex. And that wouldn’t get her what she wanted. She knew the game and understood the rules. She liked the rules.

As if reading her mind, the kissing stopped, lips brushing against one another. “Not yet, don’t you dare.” The fingers slowed, but Morgan felt her hips still thrust and jerk, trying too hard to betray her. “No,” Alex warned. “Not yet.”

“Please,” Morgan whimpered.

“No, not yet,” Alex insisted. “We still have more time.”

“I can…twice, I can come twice,” Morgan tried to bargain.

Alex dropped down to her knees. “I know, but I don’t want that.” She smiled up at her as she plucked Morgan’s knickers between her fingers and dragged the silk slowly down her thighs. Breathing in the scent of her arousal made her own clit throb between her legs. “I want you in my mouth.” She teased, blowing gently, and watched as Morgan twitched and jerked.

“Please,” Morgan tried again. When the fingertip dragged slowly across the tip of her clit, Morgan cried out, “Please, I need—”