Page 11 of At Her Service (Club Velvet #2)

CHAPTER 11

A bby pulled her headphones from her ears, her stomach sinking. When had Valerie come in? How long had she been standing there?

How much had she seen ?

Abby’s body began to burn. She cinched her thighs together and yanked her nightie down, her fingers gripping tightly at the hem. She needed to shield herself, to pull up the sheets, to hide under the covers until Valerie went away.

But she didn’t move.

And neither did Valerie.

“Valerie,” she said again.

But the woman didn’t say a word. Her gaze was fixed on Abby on the bed. And even in the dim light, Abby could see—Valerie’s eyes, her expression, her stance.

They were filled with lust .

Abby’s heart pounded, her whole body throbbing with it. The moment Valerie touched her in the kitchen that evening, it had ignited something inside her. She’d wanted nothing more than for Valerie to take her on the kitchen counter right there and then.

And even after she walked away, leaving Abby alone in the kitchen, that feeling didn’t dissipate. No, it grew and grew, until Abby couldn’t take it anymore. She shut herself in her room. She got into her bed. She closed her eyes and tried to drown out her feelings.

And she finally broke.

It had only been minutes. Just a few minutes spent imagining all the things she longed for Valerie to do to her while she touched herself the way she wanted Valerie to. And now, the woman from her imagination was standing right there in her doorway.

It was humiliating. At least, it should have been. But it only made Abby hotter.

So did the way Valerie was looking at her.

You said that there’s no way I’d ever be into you. Nothing could be further from the truth. Those had been Valerie’s words. A part of Abby had doubted them, but it was undeniable now.

“Do you…” Her lower lip quivered. “Do you want me to stop?”

Again, Valerie said nothing. But there was the faintest deepening of her breath, the slightest tremor in her body. Abby’s skin sizzled under Valerie’s gaze, but she resisted the urge to look away, meeting Valerie’s eyes as she slid a hand up her thigh.

“May I—” She bit her lip. “May I keep going, please?”

Still, Valerie was silent.

Slowly, Abby slid her hand higher up her thigh, dragging her nightgown up with it, hoping, praying that Valerie would command her to keep going?—

Valerie’s voice cut through the still air.

“Stop.”

Abby froze. Had she read Valerie wrong? Was she making a fool of herself? Any minute now, Valerie would turn around and leave her there, pretending she hadn’t seen anything at all.

She reached for the door handle. But she didn’t leave the room. Instead, she closed the door and stepped toward the bed, stopping at the end of it.

Then, she issued a command.

“Keep going.”

A shiver rippled through Abby’s body. She closed her eyes, her hand trembling as she slipped it underneath her nightgown?—

“Open your eyes,” Valerie said. “Look at me.”

Abby obeyed.

“Pull your nightgown up. All the way up.”

Abby pulled the hem of her nightie up around her waist tentatively, her exposed skin prickling.

“Good. Now spread your legs wide for me.”

Abby parted her legs, a thrill rising through her. Valerie’s eyes skimmed along her body, devouring her with her gaze.

“Go on,” she said.

Taking a deep breath, Abby slid her hand down her stomach, all the way to where her thighs met. Parting her lower lips with a finger, she glided it up and down between them. Her fingertip grazed her clit, sending sparks through her.

“Slowly now, Abby.”

Desire swelled inside her at the sound of her name. Valerie’s velvet-smooth voice was so enthralling. She was powerless to do anything but obey.

“That’s it,” Valerie whispered. “Touch yourself for me, just the way you like it.”

Abby let out a breath, drawing a finger down to circle her entrance. A tremor rolled through her. She’d been wet and ready before Valerie had walked through the door. And now, she was right back there again.

She dipped a finger inside, then another, electricity darting deep into her body.

“Yes, just like that,” Valerie whispered. “Keep going.”

Abby drew her fingers in and out, curling them against that sweet spot inside. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, holding back a moan. Aside from Valerie, there was no one around to hear her. But what they were doing felt so forbidden. She couldn’t acknowledge the illicit moment they were sharing. She couldn’t make a sound. She couldn’t break the spell.

She peered up at Valerie, pleading with her wordlessly. Abby yearned for her to kiss her, touch her, ravish her with her fingers and tongue and lips, with her whole body.

But all Valerie did was command her once again.

“Keep going,” she said. “But don’t come. Not until I give you permission.”

A shudder rolled through Abby. Her fingers still inside her, she drew her other hand down between her legs, stroking her swollen clit, sending pleasure flowing through her. She squirmed atop the silken sheets, her head tipping back against the pillows.

“Faster,” Valerie said. “But don’t come yet.”

Abby exhaled softly, her fingers moving frantically between her legs. How was she supposed to hold back with Valerie gazing down at her with ravenous eyes? How was she supposed to contain herself when just the sound of Valerie’s voice set every inch of her ablaze?

How was she supposed to keep herself together when Valerie’s presence made her want to fall to pieces?

Her hips arched, pleasure rising within her. She couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Valerie said.

Abby nodded feverishly. “Can I come?”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Please…” A quiver shook her. “Please, can I come for you?”

“Yes,” Valerie whispered. “You can come.”

Her words were all it took to release the avalanche of ecstasy inside Abby. Her eyes fell shut, a gasp erupting from her chest as she arched up from the bed. She held back a cry as wave after wave of pleasure flooded her, until finally, she couldn’t take any more.

She collapsed back down to the bed, breathing hard, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. But she barely had a moment to come to her senses before Valerie spoke again.

“Taste yourself.”

Heat crept up Abby’s cheeks. What could she do but obey?

What did she want but to obey?

Gazing up at Valerie, she drew her hand up to her mouth and licked her slick, wet fingers clean.

Valerie let out a slow, trembling breath. And just like that, Abby was as wet and ready as she had been moments ago.

Please. Abby didn’t dare to plead out loud. Instead, she kept her eyes locked with Valerie’s as she silently begged her to give her what she so desperately wanted, what Valerie so desperately wanted.

But the woman only stood up from the bed, the mattress swaying beneath her. “Good night, Abby. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Without another word, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her. And just like that, she was gone, leaving no trace behind.

Abby’s pulse raced. Her thirst had been quenched. Her desire had been sated.

But now, she ached for Valerie’s touch even more.