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It breaks my heart. What is so wrong with two people falling in love? Making love? Literally, the only thing holding us back is…

“I missed you too.” Reason is losing out to my wants. Now that I feel her against me again, all I can think about is bringing her lips to mine and getting lost in the back of her throat. I haven’t kissed her in over a month. I want her hands on me. I want her lips to kiss every speck of skin on my body. I want… I want…

Damnit, all I want is her!

“Come on.” I step back, taking her hand long enough to give her an idea. “Ten minutes.”

Someone like her needs longer than that. A woman like me knows how to have a quickie.

Chapter 69

Kathleen

There aren’t many places to hide during a ball boasting hundreds of guests, but this is a large hotel. One with a lot of clean closets and empty conference rooms, like the one we barge into, locking the door behind us.

I barely have time to find the conference table before Ira has me on top of it, her kiss so powerful that I’m melting beneath the weight of her body.

We’re a couple of famished bastards as zippers fall, skirts rise, and more than one hand searches for a forbidden place untouched in over a month. A month probably doesn’t sound like a lot. Before, it didn’t sound like a long time to me either. A woman in need of someone’s touch knows how to get by until she can secure it again, but that’s a woman who isn’t in love.

Because I need Ira’s specific touch. I need the way she knows my body, what I like, what I desire. Only she knows how to touch me in ways I never thought possible before. Only she knows my precarious line between being dominated and taking control.

Like right now, when she thrusts into me, her satisfied grunt telling me how much she wants me, and how much she loves me.

“Katie…” No matter how many times I hear it, or how many times she says it, I still feel renewed every time that name enters my ear. It’s like being welcomed home by the lover you’ve had for decades. With her inside of me at the same time, thrusting enough to get me wetter and then completely take me? Oh my God, I am going to die.

I say her name, desperately, letting her know how much I’ve loved and missed her as well. This is so stupid. This is so dangerous. This is the last thing we should be doing, but I can’t help myself. I need her in me, on me, whispering sweet nothings as she fucks me like I need air to breathe. Because what’s the point of breathing if I’m not sharing those breaths with her?

Being away for a month affirmed how much I love her. But I… I…

Tears pool at the corner of my eyes as we fall into a steady rhythm. I love her. I love her so much that I had to drag her back here after one embrace. The idea of being without her like this again shatters my heart until I don’t even recognize it anymore.

The tears come, however, because no matter how good this feels, I know it won’t last.

“I love you.” The words sound pathetic coming from me. I’m hiccupping with every moan, Ira’s ability to pin me to this table otherworldly. Yet I’m afraid. “Don’t leave me, Ira.”

Her movements still, hands on my cheeks as she brings my face forward for a kiss. Even though her tongue slips along mine, she still manages to say, “You’re the one who left, darling.”

I touch her back, clinging to her jacket and holding her fast inside me. I don’t want to let her go. “Claim me.”

Here I am, Kathleen Allen, a big, strong Domme who is sloppily in love with another and pleading to know what it’s like to be claimed again. The Kathleen I am now and the Kathleen who went to her that first night seem like completely different people.

When she moves within me again, I forget everything.

I forget everything about her that annoys me. Her arrogance, the way she nonchalantly takes control of everything and assumes she can take what she wants, how she wants to submit to me, but won’t…

I forget. My life is nothing but Ira Mathison making love to me and how good it feels.

I want this.

God, do I want this!

“Katie!’ She pushes me down onto the table, spreading my legs open, driving inside me, pinning me, pounding me, pressuring me to meet her great and mighty need for what we’re doing. It’s hard for us to kiss at this angle, but I don’t care. I can look into her eyes in this darkness, at the wild mien bearing down upon me and begging me… begging me… to feel the same way about her that she does me.

I do, Ira. I do feel that way.

For one split second as we climax, I am convinced that nothing else in this world matters.

Her hand takes mine on the table. Our breaths are one. My hips surge against her, bringing her into me, body and soul. Her groan is strong, yet vulnerable. Like her. Ira doesn’t know it and probably wouldn’t believe it, but she’s a vulnerable person.