Page 9 of Secret Desire (Sapphic Billionaire Club #3)

Maeve

T en years ago…

“Thanks for coming with me. These events are insufferable.”

“It’s your sister’s graduation,” Grace pointed out. “You just have to show up, smile, eat some food, and congratulate Ashley. And give her a nice gift of course.”

Ariel shook her head. “Nope. My father will try to corner me to give me another lecture about why I should go to law school so I can join the family firm. And my mother will try to convince me that I’m not really a lesbian, that if I just meet the right guy I’ll be fine.

And then she’ll try to introduce me to the spoiled loser son of someone she knows. ”

I shook my head. “It’s a pool party. Let’s just get some sun. We’ve all been working way too hard.”

AGM was getting off the ground now and we were having better success than any of us had anticipated.

We’d had a lucky break, meeting the right person and landing a big project with the city.

It had paid off handsomely for all of us and seemingly overnight we were the company to call for innovative design ideas.

Now we were talking about building ourselves an office tower – and maybe even some housing units where we could all live in close proximity to each other, just like we’d dreamed of when we were younger.

Ariel found a great spot with the right zoning on the Gold Coast, and we’d already secured the rights to three of the four existing buildings on the site.

“I’ve always loved your parents’ pool,” Grace said happily as we scoped out three loungers right next to each other.

It was nice. Olympic sized, with landscaping along one side for shade. We should definitely find a way to put a pool in when we built our new building.

I put on my sunglasses and leaned back, enjoying the feeling of the sun on my pale skin. It had been a long, cold winter followed by a miserable rainy spring. This unexpectedly warm June day felt like a gift.

“Hey everybody.”

I followed the sound of the voice and nearly swallowed my tongue.

The young woman standing in front of us was a touch on the skinny side, but she was still a stunner.

The tiny bikini she wore highlighted beautiful breasts, full and high and straining against her bikini top.

I dropped my eyes, noting a tiny waist, round hips, and miles of long, muscular legs.

Damn. Something stirred in my belly that felt a lot like attraction. I wondered if she went for older women.

“Hey sis. Congratulations.”

Oh crap. I felt myself recoil as I realized that the woman I was ogling was Ariel’s little sister.

I hadn’t seen her since Ariel, Grace, and I graduated college three years ago.

She’d looked much different then, skinny with frizzy hair and braces, not the beautiful young woman she was now.

Ashley was eighteen, technically an adult, but I still felt like a pervert checking her out the way I had. Thank God my sunglasses hid my eyes.

“Congratulations Ashley,” I mumbled, popping out of my chair and hurrying away. “I’m going to go get a drink.”

***

As soon as the door to the limo closed Ashley and I flew together, our mouths meeting in a crash of lips and teeth. It felt like years since I had her in my arms, years since that hot scene in the supply room at the office, and now I couldn’t believe we’d held out this long.

Being together felt inevitable. And that was a problem on so many levels.

“Stop thinking,” Ashley whispered against my mouth. “We’ll think tomorrow. Tonight you’re mine.”

We made out like horny teenagers until the limo reached Ashley’s building.

She lived on the north side in one of the typical brick buildings that lined Chicago’s inner city neighborhoods.

Taking me by the hand, she pulled me through the courtyard and up three floors to one of four units on the floor.

“No wonder you’re in such good shape,” I laughed. “You live in a third-floor walk-up.”

“No elevator in these older buildings,” she reminded me.

Ashley opened the door, and I had a brief impression of a comfortable living room before she dragged me through the small dining room and down the hall to the bedroom.

We removed each other’s clothes in a frantic rush, dropping everything on the floor without a care for wrinkles. We were in too much of a lust-fueled frenzy to worry about anything but getting naked as soon as possible.

Ashley pulled me into her arms, kissing me hard while walking me back to the bed.

In some part of my brain I was fascinated by the way it felt so natural to let her take control.

I was usually the person in charge. At work.

In the bedroom. I rarely let my guard down.

But now all I could think about was how good this felt, and how nice it was not to have to be making any decisions.

We fell onto the bed, Ashley landing on top. I rolled us over, pressing down against her to give her a long, passionate kiss, then she rolled us over again, sliding down my body to suckle my breasts. My back arched off the bed, pressing closer as she teased first one, then the other breast.

Her hand slid down my belly, stopping briefly to give my mound a possessive little squeeze before slipping down farther.

“You’re so wet already,” Ashley said as she kissed her way up to my collarbone, biting down gently on either side, not enough to mark me, but definitely hard enough for me to know she was there.

I cried out, already too far gone to form any cogent sentences.

Ashley chuckled, then slowly made her way down my body until she was on her belly, her face between my thighs.

She used her fingers to spread my lower lips wide, staring at my pussy like it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen.

“This is mine,” she said firmly, her breath tickling my sensitive tissues. “All mine.”

Her possessiveness thrilled me. “Yes,” I gasped. “Yours.”

She rewarded me by giving me a long, slow lick that I felt in every cell of my body.

Again and again she moved through my folds, exploring me with her rough tongue until I was begging her to let me come.

Then, and only then, she slid her tongue inside me, fucking me with it while I thrashed beneath her.

When her fingers caught my clit and gave it a firm squeeze, I lost the last remnants of my control.

I shuddered through my orgasm, chanting Ashley’s name until the waves of pleasure receded.

“You look so beautiful when you come,” Ashley told me, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Now you can thank me.”

Before I knew her intention, Ashley crawled up my body, bringing her knees to either side of my head. She lowered her hips until she hovered just above my face.

“Be a good girl and lick me.”

Obediently I lifted my head and slid my tongue inside her channel, finding her wet and ready for me.

I gripped her hips, settling her down on my face, and began eating her out in earnest, desperate to give her even a fraction of the pleasure she’d given me.

She tasted sweet and salty, and I couldn’t get enough.

Ashley’s body surrounded me, dulling sound, but I could tell by the way she was shaking and grinding herself against my face that that she was enjoying my ministrations.

I snaked my hands up, one grabbing her hip to hold her still, the other reaching for a breast. When I found it, I pinched her nipple between my fingers, giving it a sharp tug while my tongue focused on the swollen bud at her apex.

I sucked her clit between my teeth, biting down gently while I teased it with my tongue. Ashley started bucking against me, and I grabbed her other hip to keep her from flying right off me while she rode the waves of her orgasm.

When she finally sagged forward, then slid off me, I felt like an oral sex goddess. I’d gotten her off in record time and judging by the blissed out look on her face, Ashley had enjoyed every damned minute of it.

We adjusted our positions so we could snuggle together, my head on her shoulder, legs tangled around hers.

“That was good,” I said quietly. “Really good.”

I felt Ashley’s chest rumble beneath my cheek as she huffed out a laugh. “I’ll say.”

We were both quiet for a few minutes, recovering from what had just happened. When Ashley spoke again, I was already half asleep.

“Do you want to stay over?”

I yawned. “Yeah, but I have to get home by mid-morning. I have a conference call at eleven.”

“I’ll set the alarm on my phone,” she said.

“Set it an hour early,” I said. “I like morning sex.”

“Well aren’t you presumptuous?” she teased.

But she wasn’t laughing when we brought each other to orgasm the next morning. Twice.

As much as I wanted to spend the day with Ashley, I had a conference call to get to and several hours of work to do after. We agreed that I’d come back to her place when I was done with work so we could order pizza and watch movies. And have sex again a few times.

“It’ll be like a proper date night,” Ashley teased.

It was a far cry from my typical dates with other high-profile women, usually attending the opera or some art exhibit somewhere.

I liked that I could just be myself with Ashley.

She wasn’t impressed by my wealth, and she didn’t need anything from me other than orgasms. And I was more than happy to provide those.

I kissed Ashley goodbye at her door before heading home. I stepped out of the car service’s Town Car just as Ariel, Sadie, Grace, and Nicole walked out of AGM Tower. Crap.

“Well well well, what have we here?” Ariel teased as they stopped to greet me. “Look who’s doing the walk of shame!”

I was still wearing my dress from the opening last night, although it was impossibly wrinkled.

“And she’s got the sex hair too,” Grace chortled.

I resisted the urge to reach up to smooth what I knew would be a tangle of wild hair on my head. I hadn’t even bothered to run a brush through it before I left, which was stupid of me given that the local paparazzi sometimes hung around AGM Tower looking for a scoop.

“What are you guys doing?” I asked, trying to distract them. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Oh no you don’t,” Ariel said. “Who is she? Someone from the opening?”

“Ah, yeah kind of.”

My besties were studying me carefully. We’d had years of practice ferreting out each other’s secrets and teasing each other. I made my face as neutral as possible.

“Was it one of the catering crew?” Ariel asked. “Were you slumming it?”

“Hey!” Sadie smacked her on the arm. “That’s rude.”

Ariel gave her puppy dog eyes. “Sorry babe, I’m just teasing.”

“I need to take a shower,” I said, trying to walk around them. Grace and Ariel blocked me.

“I have a conference call soon,” I said impatiently. “I’ve got to go.”

“That dress is ruined,” Grace said. “You’ve got lipstick stains on the chest.”

I glanced down before I thought better of it, making my friends and their partners laugh. Of course there was nothing there.

“I hate you all,” I grumbled as I walked away.

“I would have thought getting laid would have made you more cheerful,” Ariel called out after me. “Maybe try harder next time.”