Page 31 of Is It Casual Now?
thirty-one
Siena hadn’t expected this. Not today of all days. But when Jamie had walked in, all that false bravado she carried with her gone, she couldn’t help herself.
“This isn’t casual,” Siena started. She knew she’d have to be the one to do this. Jamie wasn’t ready for it, not fully, but Siena needed some kind of conversation between them. Backing away, she looked down into Jamie’s baby blue eyes, her parted lips that were so damn kissable and were beckoning her to kiss them again. “And I don’t want it to be casual.”
“Siena…” Jamie had been abnormally quiet. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Tell me what you feel and what you want.” Siena hated backing away, but she also knew that Jamie likely needed the space to think. Holding her, caressing her during this conversation was only going to slant it in a way that Jamie might not want it to go.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Jamie whispered, pulling a face like she hadn’t expected to say that. “I can’t stop thinking about fucking you, that’s for sure.” She grinned up at Siena again, and there was the woman that Siena had fallen in love with.
That thought had never felt more right. This was far from the convenience of her relationship with Tori. Siena had to work for Jamie, not just for her but with her. But she wanted to, and she could only hope right now that maybe Jamie did too. Tori was right—again—Siena had to stop pushing her feelings to the side and actually deal with them up front.
“Like if I had my way, I’d take you on that couch right now.” Jamie gave a nervous laugh.
Siena flicked her gaze to the couch. The thought had occurred to her, on more than one occasion. And she’d definitely had sex there before, though it had been years and a divorce ago. But right now wasn’t the right time.
“And then what?” Siena asked. “Leave it at sex?”
Jamie shook her head before she frowned. “No, I don’t want to leave it at just that.” Jamie took an intentional step forward, wrapping her arm around Siena’s back and pulling her in closer. “I want more than that.”
“What exactly do you want?” Siena whispered the question, almost afraid to voice it out loud. She’d wanted this moment for weeks now, for them to actually talk about what their relationship might mean or what it could mean in the future. She’d tried before, but Jamie hadn’t been ready.
Was she now?
“I want you.” Jamie bit her lip. “I want to not be a bitch.”
“You’re not?—”
“I can be,” Jamie countered. “And so can you. We all can, but I didn’t care before if I was. Now I do.”
“Why?” Siena lifted Jamie’s chin up with a finger and her thumb, gazing into those eyes. The ones that could come off as so cold, but instead Siena found them absolutely alive with energy and joy and life and passion.
“Because someone pointed out that people care about me. ”
“Someone? Jessie?”
“No. You.” Jamie’s lips curled upward, and her gaze decidedly dropped to Siena’s mouth. “You did, and I tried to avoid you and I just… can’t stop thinking about you. You vex me most days, but I think there’s a reason for that.”
“Is there?” The tension in Siena’s shoulders slipped away, easing the ache that had started in the center of her back.
“Yeah. I like you.” Jamie grinned broadly. “And I do still really want to fuck you on the couch.”
Laughing, Siena shook her head. She was about to step back and walk away but Jamie pulled her back with a sharp tug on her hand. This time when their mouths met, it was all heat.
“I wasn’t kidding.”
“Jamie,” Siena said against Jamie’s lips. “It’s the middle of the day.”
“You cancelled your next appointment.”
Siena groaned. So this wouldn’t even be a quickie. “But I still have work to do.”
“Won’t it be easier if you’re relaxed?” Jamie nipped at Siena’s lower lip, sucking on it, scraping it with her teeth.
Groaning, Siena moved in closer. She put her arms against Jamie’s back and held on tightly, not quite sure what to do next. But fuck if she didn’t think that Jamie was right. Not that she’d admit that, and definitely not now. Jamie didn’t need to add to her cockiness in any way, shape, or form.
“We have work to do,” Siena muttered.
“Tell Paula to set up a meeting with Bunny and Piper. I’ll interview them with the questions we’d talked about before, and then we’ll publish that. Immediately.”
Siena pulled away slightly. “You want to go back to that?”
“Well, I want to ask one question, but you told me no.”
“What question?” Siena asked.
“Now why would I tell you that? Give me permission to ask it, and you’ll find out what it is. If not, the others will be good enough to get done what we need done.”
We. That word felt amazing coming out of Jamie’s mouth. They were actually working together on this. Like they did on the fake engagement. This was what that should have felt like.
“God, you’re sexy.” Siena covered Jamie’s mouth with her own. She tilted her head back and started to walk toward the couch, pushing Jamie along with her as she went. Siena dropped her hand down Jamie’s front and over her scrumptious breasts. “And whatever put it in your head to wear this today?”
She found the edge of Jamie’s dress, which rode up high on her thighs, and she tugged it up. Jamie moaned, intensifying her kisses with a fury that Siena hadn’t been prepared for. It stole her breath the instant Jamie started.
“It was the only thing clean,” Jamie mumbled against Siena’s mouth before pulling back with a glint in her eye. She put her hands on Siena’s shoulders and pushed her backward.
Siena let herself fall onto the seat of the couch with a little bounce. She grinned up at Jamie as she pulled her dress up and over her ass to her waist. The thong she wore was black and lace, and it framed Jamie’s body perfectly.
“Is that also because it’s laundry day?” Siena couldn’t move her gaze from between Jamie’s legs.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Jamie straddled Siena’s hips, her knees pressing against Siena’s side as she sat fully on top of Siena’s lap. “When’s the interview?”
Siena sputtered for words. Thank fuck Jamie hadn’t tried this method of getting her to agree to stuff before today, because it was absolutely working in Jamie’s favor. “They have a concert coming up.”
“When’s the interview, Siena?” Jamie took Siena’s hand in her own and purposely moved it to the inside of her thigh.
Siena’s heart raced. Jamie’s skin was so warm and smooth. Her breathing came in ragged gasps that she definitely couldn’t control. Jamie pushed Siena’s fingers under the swatch of fabric, and Siena groaned at just how warm and wet she was.
“Fuck,” Siena mumbled. She’d missed this. She’d wanted this. She took over the touches, sliding her fingers against Jamie and pressing her clit between her middle and pointer fingers. Siena started to scissor them back and forth, catching Jamie as she rocked into Siena when the sensations hit her. “Fuck, you’re dripping.”
“All for you, baby,” Jamie mumbled against Siena’s ear before nipping at her lobe. “Fuck me already.”
Siena peppered Jamie’s chest with kisses, the sweater fabric rough against her skin. Jamie undulated her hips back and forth against Siena’s hand as Siena continued to scissor her clit.
“When’s the interview?” Jamie hissed out, her head falling back as her hips jerked suddenly.
Siena couldn’t think. How the hell could Jamie? She was so damn focused on what she was doing, on what was happening. Siena bit her lip, looking down at her hand and the way Jamie’s body moved against her.
“Siena…” Jamie said. “When’s the interview?”
“I don’t know,” Siena answered, trying to pull Jamie’s dress up higher. She wanted to touch and taste her breasts, to see the way they moved with each rut of her hips. But the damn dress was in the way, and Siena couldn’t get it up and over Jamie’s delicious body with only one hand, and not even her dominant hand at that.
“I thought your time was valuable,” Jamie teased, dropping kisses onto Siena’s neck. “Don’t want to be wasting it.”
“Fuck this.” Siena moved her hand from Jamie’s thong and used both her hands to pull the dress up and over Jamie’s head. She was greeted with her glorious breasts, tightly confined in a similar black lace bra. “I don’t believe for a second you didn’t plan to come in here and fuck me senseless.” Not that Siena minded. A good fucking was always worth it.
“I didn’t,” Jamie said with a squeak when Siena put her on her back and hovered over her. “I came in to apologize and tell you what happened.”
“With a hope of a fuck.”
“Always a hope,” Jamie shot back, her cheeks red with arousal. “What day, Siena?”
Siena wanted to curse her out. “I don’t know.” She just wanted her mouth to be busy with Jamie, not with putting shit onto her calendar.
“Can’t think?”
“Don’t want to,” Siena growled. She hooked her fingers in the sides of Jamie’s thong and tugged it down. “Do you want me to? Or do you want my mouth on you?”
“Mouth. Definitely mouth.” Jamie grinned at her, but she parted her knees, and oh, that scent. Siena nearly collapsed face-first into Jamie right then and there.
“Good.” Siena pressed open-mouthed kisses against the inside of Jamie’s thighs. She prayed Paula didn’t choose this time to try to get hold of her, because like hell was she going to answer that call. Siena nuzzled her nose into the curls at the apex of Jamie’s legs, and she breathed in that glorious scent in its fullness. “I’m so glad you came.” She cringed at her phrasing.
Jamie, however, laughed. The sound gurgled up from her and left her lips, echoing through the room. Siena couldn’t stop the smile on her lips as she corrected herself.
“I’m glad you came to talk to me today.”
“Sure.” Jamie gasped when Siena nipped at her hip. “Next time, you get to find me.”
“Mm-hmm.” Siena pressed her nose back between Jamie’s legs and licked her. She would never get over that flavor. Siena loved her. The more she thought about that, the more it settled into her chest as exactly right. And Jamie had come back to her. Not to ask for anything, but to give.
Curling her tongue up and gathering Jamie’s flavor on it, Siena swallowed. She was never going to forget this moment. Jamie reached down and tangled her fingers in the hair at the top of Siena’s head while Siena pushed her shoulders into the backs of Jamie’s thighs to get as close as she possibly could. She would never get tired of doing this.
Siena sucked in a sharp breath filled with nothing other than Jamie, and she stopped holding back. Days like today weren’t meant for long slow touches or teasing and then pulling back. They were meant for quick, hard, and dirty. Siena pressed into Jamie even more, flicking her tongue in just the way she knew Jamie would love, the way that would get her to keen and cry out.
Sure enough, just as the thought entered her mind, Jamie groaned. She was getting so loud, but Siena didn’t have it in her to ask her to be quieter. This was for them, a reconnection, a new starting point. Siena stayed where she was, teasing and tasting and bringing Jamie up to new heights. Jamie pushed down on the back of Siena’s head as if she was trying to get even closer, impossibly closer. Siena had to brace her forearms against the couch just to make sure that Jamie wasn’t going to move her off of where they both wanted her to be.
“Fuck…” Jamie said, throwing her hand over her face. “Oh God.”
Siena said nothing, eyeing Jamie’s breasts as they heaved with each of her breaths and watching as Jamie came apart against her mouth. She stayed there until Jamie slowed and her body eased the tension away. Finally Siena started to kiss her way up Jamie’s body until she reached her breasts.
Pulling down the cup of one side of her bra, Siena covered Jamie’s nipple with her mouth and teased the hard little nub. She would never get over Jamie’s tits and just how perfect they were. Moving on up, Siena pressed their mouths together as she covered Jamie with her body.
“I can’t take the rest of the day off today.”
“Wasn’t asking you to,” Jamie answered. “But I have all the free time in the world.”
“Except for an interview you need to prep for.” Siena nibbled on Jamie’s neck, scraping her teeth and marking her. Siena hummed, wanting another go with Jamie already. “Tuesday.”
“What?” Jamie gasped.
“Tuesday at ten in the morning. I’ll have Bunny and Piper here. You show up with your questions. I’ll even let you take a cute picture to add to it.” Siena licked Jamie’s nipple again.
“Five pictures.”
“Three,” Siena countered.
“Deal.” Jamie clasped her hands on Siena’s cheeks and pulled her up, kissing her hard. She curled her legs around Siena’s hips and pulled her in so that Siena was lying fully on top of her. Their mouths melded together in a deep kiss. Siena slowed it, eventually pulling away.
“Paula’s going to come in here any minute.”
“How do you know?” Jamie asked.
“Call it a sixth sense.” Siena pulled away, standing up and staring down at Jamie, newly fucked and definitely wanting more. “My place or yours tonight?”
“Yours.” Jamie frowned. “Always yours.”
Siena would talk to her about that later, but now wasn’t the time. She checked the watch on her wrist before wiping her fingers around her mouth. “Six?”
“I’ll be there.” Jamie moved, sitting up and fixing the cup of her bra. “You uh… need to check your lipstick.”
Siena laughed, but instead of going to the mirror, she bent down and kissed Jamie hard, squeezing her breast for good measure. “Well worth it. ”
“Hmm, I’d say so.”
Siena made quick work of her makeup and hair while Jamie finished getting dressed again. She’d ask Jamie to wear that little number again soon. It was stunning on her. As Jamie stood at the door, a knock came quickly. “Told you.”
“She’s been five minutes.” Jamie pointed. “It doesn’t take me five minutes.”
“It would take me five minutes to get my head back on straight.” Siena unlocked and opened the door, knowing full well that the entire office smelled like sex.
“Ms. Frazee, there’s uh…” Paula trailed off, her eyes widening ridiculously huge. “There’s a problem with Bea.”
“Right. I’ll be there in a minute. Let me just finish up with Jamie here.” Siena smiled at her and then focused back on Jamie when the door was shut. “Tuesday?”
“Tonight,” Jamie answered, reaching for Siena’s hand. She leaned in and pressed their mouths together in a sweet kiss.
“Tonight,” Siena promised.