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Page 41 of Summer Breakdown (Training Seasons #2)

Jasmine hums. “Good.” A sense of accomplishment rears up Frankie’s spine.

She’s suddenly hot all over. Sometimes, when she can’t help it, her thoughts fall to how she wants to be treated in bed.

Being masc, Frankie assumed she’d need to be the dominant one.

She’s so good at it, and she does like being good at it.

She knows she’d like it with Jasmine. She wants to make Jasmine beg for her.

But she wants Jasmine, too, exactly like this.

Jasmine twists Frankie’s nipple between her fingers—rubbing, pulling—until Frankie tries desperately to move to get friction where she needs it.

“You could come from this, right?” Jasmine asks, and Frankie drops her head, the heat flushing her face. “It would take so long, but you’d love every second, trying not to show me how badly you need something else. ”

“Jasmine,” she begs. Jasmine kisses her neck again, open and wet.

“What do you want?” she asks. Frankie’s hips buck against her as she pulls her nipple between her fingertips.

“Tell me.”

Frankie groans.

“Tell me what you want. I know you can.” Jasmine brings her hand to play with Frankie’s other breast. She kneads, pulls, does whatever she wants as Frankie pulls her lip between her teeth.

Frankie’s hand tenses against the back of Jasmine’s, then she moves her slightly. Jasmine hums as her fingers trace the lines of her abs.

“You’re so hot, Frank.” Frankie believes her, for now. Frankie’s fingers interlock with Jasmine’s as they hit the band of her shorts.

“You did good today. You know that, right?” Jasmine asks, her fingers just inside her underwear. “Frankie.”

“Yes,” she pants.

“Yes, what?”

Frankie tightens her hand in her curls. “Oh, fuck you. I did good today.”

Jasmine hums again, her lips against her shoulder as she finally moves her hand into Frankie’s underwear. Frankie’s eyes fall closed as Jasmine presses against her clit lightly. She holds onto her hand, but Frankie needn’t help her. She’s not sure she knew how intimate sex could be.

Jasmine sighs. “You’re perfect. You feel so good.”

“Jasmine,” Frankie whines.

“Mm-hmm.”

“I miss you.”

“I’m right here,” she whispers.

“All the time,” Frankie mutters. Jasmine slips her fingers deeper, her palm resting against Frankie’s clit, their fingers circling her cunt .

“You miss me all the time?” she asks, and Frankie pants again. “Answer me, or I’ll make you bend over.”

Frankie moans. It’s loud, ricocheting around the office until it hits her square in the chest.

“Oh,” Jasmine replies. “Interesting.”

“Please, please,” Frankie begs, though she’s not sure what for. Touch me. Make me do what you want. Let me please you.

Jasmine slides her hand out, leaving Frankie’s in her underwear. “Bend over the desk.”

Frankie’s face flushes so hot she’s sure Jasmine can feel it through her curls.

“You can tell me no,” she whispers. “If you want to.”

“I don’t want to,” Frankie replies. She goes to move her hand from her waistband.

“Leave it,” Jasmine whispers. Frankie huffs out a laugh, but she bends, placing her one free hand on the desk.

Jasmine hums. “I’m going to need you facedown.”

“Jasmine.”

Her hands travel down Frankie’s spine and back up slowly, the pressure applying when she gets to her shoulder blades. “Please?”

“It should be illegal for you to be this hot,” Frankie replies, but as she knew would happen, her cheek touches her desk. She clenches her jaw as Jasmine works her shorts down. God, has anyone even seen her from this angle before?

Jasmine sighs, her hands heavy against Frankie’s arse.

She squeezes, pulls, and traces her finger down until she hits Frankie’s hand, still diligently against her own cunt.

Jasmine pulls her hand lightly, using Frankie’s own fingers to fuck her with.

Frankie moans, her other hand gripping the top of the desk.

It doesn’t matter that she never wants to make noise, move, or be seen to be doing anything for her own enjoyment—Jasmine coaxes it out of her with ease.

Then she stops, and Frankie can’t stop the whine that forces its way out of her throat .

“Everything about you drives me crazy,” Frankie mutters.

“Good.” Jasmine moves Frankie’s finger slowly, pumping just a little. Frankie feels the stretch of another. Not her own, but it’s not enough. She’s so wet that there’s no resistance. All she can hear is the thumping of blood in her ears and the sounds of Jasmine working her over.

“Jasmine, please .”

Jasmine ignores her, her fingers going the same speed, then she moves, the pad of her fingertip circling Frankie’s clit. Frankie thinks Jasmine’s on her knees, but her eyes are screwed shut in an effort not to throw her hips back.

“One day,” Jasmine says slowly. The speed of her words matches the pace of her finger. It builds Frankie up regardless. “I am going to edge you until you pass out.”

Frankie jolts, her hips thrusting back. Jasmine keeps her finger steady, pressing a kiss to her hip.

“I will play with you and then stop,” she says, her finger matching her words. Frankie groans. Jasmine resumes her torture. “Maybe I’ll tie you up.”

Frankie moans loudly, her hips twitching. “You would?”

Jasmine hums. “If you want me too.”

Frankie thrusts without care. “Oh, fuck me, I do.” She’s so close, she can feel her entire body tensing with the need to come.

Jasmine stops her circles, tracing her slit instead, and the moan Frankie releases should be embarrassing, but she’s incapable of feeling that with Jasmine.

She pushes her legs farther apart.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty,” Jasmine says.

Before Frankie can think of a single thing to say, Jasmine’s mouth is against her.

She is everywhere, her curious tongue tapping against her clit, licking her clean.

Jasmine eats her like she wants to, like she was made for it.

Like the only thing she wants to do today is make Frankie come.

Jasmine moans, her hands wrapped around Frankie’s thighs as she pulls her closer. Jasmine makes her feel like the hottest person in the world. Why would she believe the words of someone that made no lasting impression on her life over the woman she’s in love with?

“Holy fuck,” Frankie gasps.

“Hands,” Jasmine mumbles against her.

“Jasmine,” she begs. Her hands are the only thing keeping her here. She might float away if she lets go. But Jasmine stops. Her lips press against the backs of Frankie’s thighs, the crease of her bum cheek, the swell of her arse.

“You’re the rudest person in the world,” Frankie pants.

“Where are your hands?” Jasmine asks.

“I can’t—“

“Can’t or won’t?”

Frankie moans, and she takes a moment to figure it out, but then she spins, sitting up slightly. She can touch Jasmine from here. Jasmine looks up at her with a smile. Her lips are wet, her nose is wet, her fucking eyelashes might be wet. Frankie has never been so turned on in her life.

“Hi.”

Frankie pants. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Jasmine holds onto Frankie’s hand and puts it in her hair. “Use me, my girl.”

Frankie moans, her fingers tight. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never,” Jasmine whispers, hooking her hand under Frankie’s thigh. The other slides up her body, pushing her T-shirt up over her boobs. Her bra is still tucked underneath them. She looks ridiculous, but Jasmine’s eyes go glassy, so Frankie’s not going to move.

“I promise I won’t let you hurt me,” Jasmine says. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” She holds her gaze as she kisses her lower stomach, her thigh. Frankie leans back, and Jasmine kisses her clit.

“Use me how you want me.” Jasmine licks her once. “But only if you come on my tongue.”

Frankie groans, and the last bit of restraint she has goes out the window with the tapping of Jasmine’s fingertips.

She drops her tongue down, and Frankie moves her just slightly, light movements until Jasmine moans, pulling her closer.

She slides two fingers deep into Frankie’s cunt, and every part of her body tenses.

It’s no use. The slow and steady will never win out.

Frankie’s hand is fisted in Jasmine’s hair, thrusting against her.

She’s not sure Jasmine can breathe, but she holds Frankie’s thigh tight as she moans.

The vibrations hit her clit, and Frankie wants it all.

Her hands, her tongue, her voice. Jasmine pulls her closer, Frankie’s thigh against her shoulder, her fingers digging into her.

Spreading her wide, like she needs to be buried in her.

“Fuck,” Frankie mutters. “Fuck. Please. “ Jasmine looks up at her, the apples of her cheeks lifting in a smile Frankie can’t see because her tongue is in her cunt. Frankie clenches as she comes brightly, loudly. She finally understands the meaning of angels singing. The office got brighter, louder, more heavenly the moment Jasmine touched her. Frankie gets it now—the reason her mum forced her to church. This was what she was missing. It wasn’t religion, or a God she couldn’t touch.

It was Jasmine. The all-consuming, encompassing, do-anything-for kind of love that’s always been inside her.

She was just waiting for Jasmine.

“You okay?” Jasmine asks as she stands, wiping her mouth against her arm. It’s not enough. She’s covered in Frankie.

I think I might love you.

“Holy fuck,” Frankie whispers. She never thought she’d be capable of loving someone like this, but even if she denied it, it would be true. Still, she can’t tell her that while her bare pussy touches her desk. “Do you think this desk will hold both of us?”

Jasmine frowns. “Why?”

“Because I want you to sit on my face and not get carpet burns. ”

She smiles brightly. “You’re so romantic,” she says, with a laugh. “Have you never fucked someone in here before?”

“Only you.”

Jasmine raises her eyebrows. “Just me?”

Frankie smiles, pulling her closer. She should put her shorts on, because she’s still touching her desk and it’s not hot anymore.

There’s no sinking feeling in her chest Frankie has had before when she had sex, but she probably should have gone home instead.

It’s just a little wet. Frankie pulls some wipes out of her drawer and cleans Jasmine’s face.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to see outside of Carl’s. You’re the only one that makes me happy,” Frankie says. She kisses her once. “God, you’re all I think about.”

Jasmine hums, leaning against her slightly. “I should get home,” she says. She passes Frankie her shorts. “Come with me?”

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