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“Do we…” I breathe. “Do we need to get back to the office…?”
“Not quite yet,” she replies. Her eyes flick toward the armchair. I nod eagerly.
She stands up, and steps out of the hot tub, her body dripping with water. She pulls a fresh, fluffy white hotel towel from a wicker basket and quickly dries herself off.
It takes me a moment to find my feet, as I’m still a little shaky, but I follow her out of the water and onto the tiled floor beside the jacuzzi. She takes another towel and presses it gently against me. She starts with my back and arms, then takes great pleasure in slowly drying off my chest. My breasts ache at the soft touch of the towel. Then she runs it along my backside, squeezing my cheeks, and dries off my legs and feet.
I’m throbbing with desire again, and I’m glad when she sits back down in the armchair, still fully naked. She arranges herself with a pillow lifting her back, her legs spread out in front of her.
“Come here,” she says to me. I kneel down before her, between herlegs. I can smell her lust, and it drives me wild. I’ve never smelled anything like it before, and I know I want to taste her. “Start with my neck, and go down.”
Eagerly, I obey her instructions, tenderly kissing the smooth, cool skin of her neck. I want so badly to fulfill her desires, to please her. It’s agonizing, but I force myself to move slowly, savouring the soft touch of my lips on her body. I kiss a trail down her collarbone and take her nipple in my mouth.
She moans, and this accentuates my own longing. I flick my tongue against her erect nipple and feel it harden even more. I take her other nipple between my fingers and play with it, softly at first, and then more firmly. She sighs, and leans back into the armchair as she sinks into my touch.
Finally, the smell of her desire is too much to resist, and I find my mouth moving lower, caressing the taut skin of her stomach. A warm tingle of anticipation builds in my core as I come closer to her vulva. Her lower lips fold perfectly over her erect, slick clit. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I run my tongue lightly over her and she shivers.
“Good,” she sighs. “Keep going.”
I take her in my mouth, sucking on her gently at first, then more insistently. I tease her opening with my tongue, moving in tight circles.
She purrs with satisfaction, moving her hips in tandem with my mouth. I can tell that her pleasure is starting to crest, but I don’t want to rush it, so I keep up a steady pace.
“Oh, Lily,” she whispers, putting a hand to my head and running her fingers through my hair.
My name on her lips is the most wonderful sound I’ve ever heard. I’ll do anything, to hear her speak my name like that.
Then her back arches, and she makes a sweet, moaning sound as she cums. I slow the rhythm of my tongue on her clit until she finishes, and then I pull away. I kneel at her feet, looking up at her shyly.
“Did you…did you like it?” I ask her, breathlessly.
She leans forward in the armchair, and reaches out to caress my cheek. I lean into her touch.
“You didverywell, Lily,” she whispers.
Chapter 22: A price
Renata
My fingers race over the keyboard, and my eyes fly across the screen. It’s almost six a.m., and I’ve been in the zone for the past several hours. Lily doesn’t start for another hour or so, and as much as I’ve enjoyed our escapades, her absence has meant that I’ve had all night toreallyfocus and get things done.
“Renata!” Lexi shouts, letting herself into my office. I hiss at her. I should really lock my door when Lily isn’t there to vet who enters my office. I make a mental note to update the fingerprint sensor so it only recognizes Lily and I.
Lexi glares at me. “Renata, what are you doing? You’ve sent me like, seven emails in the past twenty minutes. I can’t revise the new social media campaign plan and also approve the marketing budget for next quarter in the same night! The sun is going to rise any minute.”
“You don’t need to do itnow,” I tell her, without looking up from my screen. “But I need them both by Friday at the latest. I’m putting together a preliminary strategic plan for next quarter, and I need your updated budget to do that.”
“For nextquarter,” Lexi moans. “Ren, that’s months away!”
“Yes, Lexi, that’s why it’s aplan.”
She growls. “Just because you’re an insane workaholic, doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be!”
Hallie pops her head into my office. She holds a print-out in her hand. “Renata, is this right? You want mid-term evaluations for all ofthe internship students? Are you sure it matters, I mean, Professor Vyas said she wasn’t even tracking our grades. I think she actually forgot about the internship program. When I mentioned it to her, she said, ‘oh, are they still doing that? I wasn’t actually serious about it.’”
“Yes,” I reply briskly. “Amrita might not care about consistency or follow-through, but I do. And I want to know how all of the students are doing. I’d like to select the top candidates to help out at the witch conference, but I can only do that with a recommendation.”