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I sat in the backseat for minutes on end—contemplating what I would do next.

I knew I needed to go to the bathroom, especially with how wet I felt from my own arousal and her saliva.

It made me feel needier, wishing she would come back and finish me off.

Even if it meant going rounds until I couldn't walk.

But Monroe wasn't coming back.

Eventually, I determined that I needed to go back inside.

I had been gone for at least twenty minutes now.

The cold air sent shivers through my body, folding my arms tightly over my chest.

My heels clicked against the pavement, walking as fast as I could back toward the entrance.

The walk back felt so much fucking longer.

I counted the seconds until I was back in the warm building, letting out a deep sigh as I walked down the familiar marble hallway.

The chandeliers were softly lit, hanging from the arched ceiling.

This place honestly felt like a fucking maze.

I didn't know which way the bathroom could possibly be.

The only thing I recognized were the doors leading into the event room.

Nothing else.

I contemplated just skipping the bathroom, but I genuinely could not.

I feel so... slick.

I can feel it with every move I make and it's so uncomfortable.

I suddenly glanced over, noticing a woman walking down the hallway across from me.

It was the best hint that the bathroom was that way.

Or my only hint.

So I walked forward, passing her to walk down the hallway she came from.

I nearly let out a breath of relief when I made it to the end, noticing the bathroom signs to the right.

They really need to have more signs pointing to the bathrooms honestly.

I rushed toward the women's bathroom, pressing the door open and walking toward the nearest empty stall.

It felt so relieving to wipe myself, even if my underwear was fucking ruined.

I stood there for a moment, considering something.

An idea to tease Monroe.

It was harmless really, and it didn't involve anyone else.

Also, she partially caused the debacle I'm currently experiencing.

I carefully slid my smooth black underwear down, guiding them past my ankles and heels as I stepped out of the material entirely.

Then I grabbed my small purse hanging on the hook, unzipping it to grab my phone inside.

A smile grew on my lips as I navigated to my camera, taking a picture of my black underwear in my hand.

Then I sent the picture to Monroe, typing up a message to go with it.

I smiled wider as I watched the text deliver through, glancing over as I slid my underwear into my purse and zipped it closed.

I opened the stall and walked over to the bathroom sink, setting my phone and purse down.

I briefly washed my hands, glancing over when I noticed my phone illuminate with a text message from Monroe.

Excited knots grew in my stomach, quickly reaching for the paper towels to dry my hands.

Then I impatiently grabbed my phone, unlocking it to read her text.

I clenched my jaw, hating how easily her text affected me.

They only made me more frustrated, making the ache grow between my thighs.

I started typing again before I could think it through.

My words were purposeful, knowing she would dislike the idea of anyone seeing me like that.

I'm determined to win this one.

I watched the typing bubbles briefly appear.

Then her text buzzed through.

I pursed my lips when my smile grew, quickly typing my response.

The typing bubbles appeared immediately, her text buzzing through moments later.

I hearted her message immediately, letting out a content sigh.

I got my way.

Thank god.

I smiled happily to myself as I grabbed my purse, walking out of the bathroom to venture back toward the event.

Luckily, Dr. Kincaid was now immersed in a conversation with a different group of people rather than Zion and Sarai.

Then again, it's been over thirty minutes since I left to "supposedly" go to the bathroom.

"There you are," Sarai said as I approached them.

"Damn, did you fall in or something?" Zion said, nudging my arm with a smile as I rolled my eyes.

"I got lost actually—I also wanted to take some cute mirror pics," I said, the lie naturally rolling off my lips.

I mean... technically I did get lost for a minute.

"Oh yeah, I should probably go take mirror pics too," Sarai said, glancing over when a random woman tapped one of the microphones, catching everyone's attention, "After these awards," she whispered to me.

I nodded a few times, subtly glancing around the crowd for a specific person.

Monroe stood calmly among the different people, her posture high and her expression neutral.

She looked so attractive.

The dim lights illuminated her sharp jawline and her hair looked so soft.

Even her plump lips stuck out just perfectly.

I stared at her lips for a moment, recalling the sight I recently had of her.

I needed her in such a desperate, animalistic way.

I would honestly bark if she asked me.

I furrowed my brows at my intrusive thoughts, immediately glancing away as I questioned my morals.

I probably would not bark, but the fact that I have to use "probably" in that sentence is a red flag.

That's just who Monroe is.

You'll do anything she asks, and she doesn't even have to convince you.

Much less ask.

She'll tell you, sure, but not ask.

"And the Philanthropy Award goes to—Dr. Monroe Leclair."

I suddenly snapped away from my thoughts, zoning back in the moment I heard her name announced.

My eyes darted over to Monroe, watching as she politely nodded.

Yet, she was still neutral—her steps precise as she approached the stage.

"Isn't that your therapist?" Sarai whispered to me.

"Yeah," I murmured, wordlessly watching Monroe approach the woman holding her award.

She looks so good in that dress, fuck.

And the way she walks.

I'm atrociously down bad for her right now.

"Thank you," Monroe said into the microphone, pausing at the podium where the award rested near the edge, "I don't do this for the recognition, but I'm honored. Education is the most important investment for our future as a society."

Soft applause immediately spread through the room, everyone clapping as Monroe nodded her head once.

I joined in—clapping as I watched her grab the award before walking off the stage.

"Okay I get the voice thing with her now," Sarai subtly whispered to me, making my lips twitch up.

"I told you," I murmured, my eyes clinging to Monroe as she passed through the crowd.

Various people leaned into her, murmuring something—probably congratulations.

I wanted to congratulate her myself, suddenly realizing how big of a deal this award was.

Monroe made it seem minimal—like it was nothing.

Or maybe it took a lot to impress her.

Coming from her background would do that I guess.

I briefly glanced down, checking the time on my phone.

Fifteen more minutes.

It feels so far away.

I let out a soft sigh, trying to focus my attention ahead as more awards were announced.

Each speech was brief, which made the award ceremony fly by.

There were also items on display, donated by various people to auction off.

It was more of a silent auction, so everyone got to conversate and enjoy more champagne—while the ones interested in the items could place a bid.

I briefly talked to Zion and Sarai about random things—they even told me about their conversation with Dr. Kincaid.

Apparently, there were a lot of psychological myths on TikTok, created by people to go viral.

Unsurprisingly so.

There were a few truthful facts though, which was kind of cool to hear about.

But once it had officially been thirty minutes, I checked out of any conversation.

I briefly excused myself, telling Zion and Sarai I planned to head home.

We exchanged our usual goodbye hugs and even pondered the idea of having dinner tomorrow.

Then I made my way out of the event, briefly passing by the different groups of people.

I purposely made an effort not to run into Dr. Kincaid by accident.

Luckily, she seemed very occupied by her current conversation with two people I didn't recognize.

I subtly slipped past the doors, nerves bundling in my lower stomach as my heels clicked against the marble floors.

I swear the front entrance felt so fucking far away.

And my nerves only got worse.

I hoped Monroe would give me more of my way.

Whether it's in the backseat or back at her place.

I just didn't know what to expect, and my brain was swirling with different scenarios.

The familiar SUV was waiting out front for me, the tinted windows reflecting under the exterior lights of the building.

I reached for the door handle when I made it to the SUV, lightly pulling the door open.

My brows furrowed when I noticed the empty seat, wondering if I approached the wrong car.

"Um," I awkwardly said, glancing at the familiar driver.

He was the one from earlier.

So where is Monroe?

"I was instructed to pick you up miss," he politely said, making me grow more confused, "I'm supposed to drive around back for Ms. Leclair."

I nodded hesitantly, blinking a few times as I processed his words.

I guess this is about being seen together so whatever.

I slid into the backseat, closing the door behind me.

He immediately put the car in drive, slowly rolling forward as he navigated around the large building.

I silently stared out the tinted windows at the building, my nerves doubling as we drove toward the back.

I spotted Monroe immediately, calmly standing by the metal double doors with her award and purse in her hands.

As soon as the SUV came to a smooth halt in front of her, she walked toward the backseat door.

I instinctively slid down further in the backseat, making room for her as she opened the door.

It was silent as she slid into the seat beside me and closed the door, pressing the discreet button by the window.

The partition rose in one smooth motion, separating the backseat from the front.

"Congratulations," I spoke first, openly eyeing her, "You looked perfect on that stage."

Monroe set the award aside, "Thank you, darling," she murmured, glancing over to meet my stare, "I planned to handle a few more conversations, but someone couldn't behave themselves."

I tilted my head innocently, "I was behaving—I just had to take my underwear off because they were too wet," I said, trying to keep my smile from growing.

"And send me a picture?" Monroe clarified, leaning against the door as she eyed me, "Insinuating everyone see you in a way only I should?"

I furrowed my brows, as if I genuinely wasn't aware of what I did, "I just wanted you to know they might see," I murmured, softening my tone.

Monroe didn't say anything.

She only stared at me, clearly not believing a word I just said.

"Is it soundproof back here?" I curiously asked.

"Yes," Monroe said, her dark blue eyes not wavering from mine, "But you're going to be patient for me and wait."

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Seriously?" I asked, knowing it was at least a fifteen-minute drive.

Double that actually with Friday night traffic.

"Is that an issue, Liberty?" Monroe asked, her words lowered between us, "Because I can always make you wait longer."

I remained silent, feeling my face burn up from her words.

I'm so tired of her edging me.

And making me wait longer—I think I hate that the most.

"Fine make me wait," I mumbled, leaning down to my ankles, "I'll take care of myself without your help," I purposely said, guiding my dress up.

"By all means, go ahead, darling," Monroe just had to fucking say, making my frustration grow worse.

"I will—and after, I don't think I'll need another round. You can rest tonight," I spitefully said, trailing my hand underneath my dress and between my thighs.

"If I decide to give you another round, you'll take it, darling," Monroe calmly said as I started running my fingers over my clit.

I let out a soft moan as I sped up my pace, not bothering to respond to her.

Instead, I met her calm stare as I touched myself, rubbing my clit even faster.

Monroe soaked in every second, her eyes burning into mine as she watched me slowly fall apart.

I whimpered when she suddenly slid her hand around the back of my neck, her touch firm against me.

"It's not me, is it, Liberty?" she softly whispered, watching as I arched into my touch.

"It... is," I forced out breathlessly, quickening my pace.

But somehow her words had gotten into my head.

She had gotten into my head.

And her stare wasn't fucking helping.

"Monroe," I whined, glancing away from her as I tried to focus on my release.

"Prove me wrong then darling," she said, her voice lowered between us, "Slide two fingers into yourself. Hit the spot I always do."

I gasped for air, sliding two fingers into myself just as she specified.

Her touch tightened at the back of my neck, grounding me to this moment as my eyes rolled closed.

"Slower, Liberty," she instructed as I stroked my fingers in and out of myself, "Feel how wet you are, the warmth against your fingers."

Goosebumps coated my body, shaking my head rapidly as breathless moans fell from my lips.

I'm right there.

"Tighter," Monroe's voice echoed around me as I slowly reached my peak, "You can get tighter, Liberty."

I moaned even deeper, feeling myself tighten even more around my fingers.

My body tensed, feeling my legs tremble as I chased my release.

Until finally—

"Monroe," I gasped out, furrowing my brows together as she gently caressed my neck.

"Keep going, ride it out, darling," she said, her voice so soft between us.

I slowed my pace even more, arching deeper against my fingers.

Whimpers and moans fell from my lips, basking in the warmth spread all over me.

The tingles at my core slowly began to fade, shivering when I finally came down from my intense orgasm.

Then I was left panting for air, blinking my heavy eyes open as I slid out of myself.

"Who knew you were so desperate, Liberty?" Monroe softly whispered, caressing my hair away from my face.

My face burned from her degrading words, but I couldn't find the energy to say anything.

Instead, I let my dress fall back down, draping across my thighs as I leaned down to her lap.

I let out a tired sigh, laying my head on her covered thighs.

"My beautiful Liberty," she murmured, her smooth fingertips brushing my cheek.

I only hummed in acknowledgment, closing my eyes as I relaxed against her legs.

Monroe continued caressing my face—from my cheekbones to my jawline.

Even my forehead.

It made me grow more tired, keeping my eyes closed as I focused on her touch and the smooth car ride.

At some point, I drifted off, falling into a light sleep.

I'm not sure how long I slept—all I remember was waking up to Monroe sliding out from underneath my head, gently lowering my head to the leather seat.

I felt groggy, still half asleep as I blinked my eyes open and laid up from the seat.

Monroe held our small purses on her arm with her award in hand, standing by the open car door.

I rubbed my heavy eyes with furrowed brows, silently sliding out of the seat to step down from the SUV.

My feet ached from my heels, silently following behind Monroe past the open garage.

We passed by the familiar Bentley, approaching the tall door that led into her house.

I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the overhead lights as I lazily slid off my heels.

A light buzzing invaded the silence around us, causing Monroe to instinctively reach in her purse.

It was her phone.

"I need to take this darling," she told me, her blue eyes meeting mine.

I nodded a few times, not even caring about anything but sleep.

Or maybe food.

I feel really hungry actually.

I smiled slightly when Monroe leaned over to briefly kiss my forehead, her lips soft against my skin.

Her actions were brief, pulling away to set our purses on the kitchen island with the award.

Then she walked off towards the back patio.

I focused on finding something simple to eat, not wanting to inconvenience Monroe given she was trying to take a phone call.

First, I washed my hands, wanting to ensure I didn't leave any smudges on her clean fridge.

I grabbed the milk, remembering the cereal Monroe picked up for me the other day.

I wanted Cookie Crisps but forgot to specify that so Monroe ended up getting Cheerios.

It felt on brand for her, but weirdly enough—all I wanted was a huge bowl of Cheerios right now.

I made sure to set the milk back exactly as it was in the fridge.

Monroe put the cereal in one of those clear storage containers, so all I had to do was close it and put it back in the cabinet where she had it.

I carefully grabbed myself a spoon, making sure I didn't mess up the neat stack of them.

Then finally—I could dig in.

I didn't even bother sitting down, I just leaned over the bowl, eating the crunchy cereal.

Halfway through, the Cheerios grew a little soft, which I loved.

I don't like it crunchy or soggy—kind of in between.

I swear this cereal was better than anything they could've served at the fancy gala tonight.

I was in heaven, eating with my eyes closed as I thought only about sleeping.

Once my cereal was gone, I poured the milk out and rinsed my dishes, neatly setting them in the sink.

Then I grabbed my purse from the kitchen island, picking up my heels by the garage door as I walked upstairs.

Monroe was still handling her phone call, so I decided to get ready for bed.

This is a usual thing, especially with her recent workload.

It barely took me ten minutes to take off my makeup and wash my face.

Then I lazily brushed my teeth before changing into one of Monroe's t-shirts.

After that, I got in her bed, sliding under the soft sheets and comforter.

I briefly texted Zion and Sarai in our group chat since they asked if I made it home okay.

I said yes, but didn't include whose house I was technically staying at.

Once that text sent through, I plugged my phone on the charger and set it on the nightstand, sliding further under the covers.

It was a little past ten and somehow I felt exhausted.

I think falling asleep in the car didn't help my case.

Touching myself also made me more tired—but I always get tired after sex.

Even masturbation you could say.

I was knocked out in under five minutes, the lights dimmed around me, and the covers perfectly warm.

I knew Monroe would join me after she finished her phone call and got ready for bed.

Although it seems like she'll probably be up late handling work—especially after how long she's been on the phone.

Time passed quicker as I slept, stirring from my sleep when I felt her slide into the bed next to me.

I was half asleep, but I could make out the silky pajamas she wore and how her hair was pulled into a bun.

Her face was bare of any makeup from earlier, wearing her usual aviator glasses as she set her laptop and notebook on her lap.

I quickly fell back asleep after that, not even bothering to check how late it was as I left her to her work.

The next time I woke up the room was drenched in darkness.

My brows were furrowed, unable to catch my breath as a weird tightness built up between my legs.

My face was buried in her chest with my leg wrapped around her torso, my nails unconsciously digging into her back.

That's when I registered her fingers buried inside me, her strokes deep and angled at my spot.

My breathlessness suddenly made sense.

So did the tightness building at my core, and the way I was scratching my nails into her covered back.

"Monroe."

My raspy voice was barely audible, masked by the unconscious moan that burned in my throat.

"Shhhh," I heard her in my ear, quickening her pace as I trembled against her.

My moans grew louder, my head still foggy as I tried to wake up fully.

"Monroe," I whimpered, feeling her slide a third finger into me and stretch me out more for her.

"I know darling, I know," she softly whispered, holding me firmer in place as she deepened her pace.

My choked moans were muffled against her chest, my legs trembling as I quickly shot up to my peak.

I could feel myself engulf her fingers, tightening around them as I gasped for air.

"Hold it for me, Liberty," she instructed, making me rapidly shake my head.

"I-I can't," I forced out, my voice raspy and tired.

"For me, darling," Monroe said softly in my ear, making me whine so desperately.

I dug my nails deeper into her covered back, taking each deep thrust as I squeezed my eyes closed.

It was so hard to keep my orgasm at bay.

I was right there at the edge, ready to come undone on her fingers entirely.

A choked whimper fell from my lips when she slid out of me entirely, sending a shiver through my body.

It made me gasp rapidly, trying to fight the unbearable ache left at my core.

Monroe pushed me on my back before I could process it, sliding under the covers and angling herself between my legs.

I gripped the sheets underneath me as she tugged my legs over her shoulders—pressing her warm mouth to my core.

"Oh my god," I forced out, arching into her mouth as she sucked and licked my wet clit.

I felt so overwhelmed, especially since I still felt half asleep.

Her mouth was so warm against me, her soft tongue tracing around my clit.

I curved away from the bed, my legs opening wider for her mouth as soft moans spilled from my lips.

I gripped the sheets tighter when she trailed lower—firmly sliding her tongue past my entrance.

I withered under her, moaning and whining as tingles quickly spread through my core.

"Please," I gasped, feeling my legs tremble, "Don't stop please," I practically begged her.

Monroe quickened her pace in response, thrusting her tongue quicker into me as she teased my clit with her thumb.

I didn't even have time to process my approaching orgasm.

I fell right into it, throwing my head back as I gripped the sheets for dear fucking life.

My entire body shook under her, arching so deeply that the top of my head dug into the mattress.

Every muscle in my body tensed as I gasped for air, moaning her name over and over again.

Monroe slowed down her pace, helping me ride out my intense orgasm.

Until my body fell limp, collapsing flat onto the bed as I panted for air.

I shivered when she flattened her tongue against me, dragging it up my core as she collected every drop of wetness she drew from me.

Then her lips trailed up past my core, grazing past my lower stomach and making me squirm under her.

"Monroe," I laughed softly as she pushed my shirt further up, rising from under the covers and kissing my stomach.

"Work was tasking tonight," she murmured against my skin, her dark eyes meeting mine through the moonlit darkness, "Thank you for being patient darling."

I laughed again, squirming from her featherlight kisses.

"You're welcome—please, you're tickling me," I gasped, trying to push her away.

Monroe only chuckled, purposely softening her kisses as strings of laughs fell from my lips.

"Monroe-Monroe," I forced out, squirming under her as she lightly squeezed my sides.

"Wrong name, darling," was all she said, trailing more featherlight kisses higher as she tickled my sides.

"Mommy," I quickly said, my stomach hurting from laughing so hard, "Please, I've had enough mommy."

Monroe immediately halted, "Good girl," she murmured, smiling against my skin as she stared up at me.

I remained silent for a moment, openly staring down at her.

It was the way the soft moonlight hit her glowy face.

How her lips glistened with the taste of me, her jawline sharp, and her cheekbones pronounced from her subtle smile.

She looked like something... out of my best dreams.

I unconsciously held my arms out, "Lay with me?" I asked her, my voice softened among the calm air between us.

"Of course sweetheart," she murmured against my stomach, placing one more kiss to my skin before pulling away.

I smiled as she leaned up to me, wrapping my arms around her torso.

Monroe hovered over me for a moment, giving me the most perfect view.

"You're..." I suddenly trailed off, feeling oddly shy underneath her, "Pretty," I unconsciously forced out, staring into her dark blue eyes.

Monroe's lips twitched up into a deeper smile as she silently stared down at me.

It made me grow wordless, holding her open stare as a brief silence formed around us.

Until she suddenly leaned down to kiss me, making my eyes flutter closed.

"My sweet girl," she softly whispered against my lips.

I hummed in response, reciprocating her brief kiss as my arms tightened around her waist.

Her lips were so soft against mine, the taste of myself so prominent on them.

I smiled wider when she suddenly pulled away from my lips, placing soft kisses on my neck.

Then she nuzzled down into me, our bodies molding together so perfectly.

"You can officially wake me up anytime you want," I whispered, smiling wider when she chuckled against my neck.

"Oh, anytime?" she clarified, her breath warm against my neck, "That's a very broad term darling."

I hummed as I kept my heavy eyes closed, "Anytime," I repeated, not caring what time it was if she woke me up like this.

CNC is definitely my new favorite.

"Anytime it is then," Monroe softly whispered, relaxing further against me as I let out a content sigh.

This was the perfect way to end our night.

Or morning?

I'm not sure what time it is and I didn't care.

I just wanted to bask in this moment.