Page 47 of Tell Me Your Desires

“You’re back for more,” Lady A responded, her voice low and seductive.

“And you’ve decided on a more…thorough package.

” The Ultimate Fantasy. This package was the most expensive service on Lady A’s list. And that was because it gave the client more power over what happened.

This was their chance to live out their most erotic fantasy.

Within Lady A’s boundaries, of course. She was curious to discover Jaime’s deepest desires and to know how far she was willing to go with them tonight.

Jaime—still fully dressed—moved towards Lady A, holding a glass of champagne in each hand.

She offered one to Lady A, smiling when she took it, and they clinked their glasses.

Jaime trained her eyes on Lady A’s lips as she took a sip.

This package came with several extras. Food, drinks, a selection of music, and even a pleasant scent in the air.

Jaime had decided to forgo the food, opted for expensive champagne, selected romantic music, and chose a light jasmine scent. It reminded her of Anya.

“As I said, you are my desire. I’ve tried getting you out of my head, but I can’t.

I thought that maybe I just needed to get off, that maybe going to a bar and finding someone else would help.

” Jaime downed the rest of her champagne and set both glasses aside.

She took Lady A in her arms and pulled her close.

“But nobody came close to making me as wet as you do just by looking at me. Nobody made my heart skip a beat by speaking to me the way you do. All I think about…is you.” Jaime lowered her head and kissed Lady A’s exposed neck.

Most of what Jaime was saying was true. The only lie was the bar.

The hitch in Lady A’s breath and tightening grip on Jaime’s arms indicated to Jaime that Lady A understood.

“What are you doing?” Anya spoke low, close to Jaime’s ear. She’d been prepared for something fast, sweaty, and raunchy. This was none of that. This was…raw and real.

“Living out my true fantasy,” Jaime whispered.

She backed up and traced a finger down Lady A’s cheek.

“I don’t know what else to do, Lady A. Part of me wants to fulfill this fantasy of you.

To know what it’s like to touch you, taste you, and feel your body under mine.

I want to feel you release around my fingers, and then I want you to come in my mouth. ”

Jesus. Well, I’m no longer worried about how I’m going to get turned on. Lady A cleared her throat. She could use another drink to coat her now dry mouth. Every bit of moisture in her body had traveled south and pooled exactly where Jaime intended it to. “And the other part?”

“The other part is addicted to this feeling,” Jaime confessed. “This need to see you and be near you is like a drug. What if being with you makes that go away?”

“What if it makes it stronger?” Lady A countered.

“There’s only one way to find out.” Jaime lowered her head and kissed Lady A.

It started out slow, perhaps even hesitant, but Lady A followed Jaime’s lead and allowed her to dictate how this would go.

“Is the bed just for show, or is it functional?” Jaime asked in between small kisses that traveled from Lady A’s lips, across her cheek, and down her neck.

When they reached her shoulder, which Jaime had exposed by pushing her robe aside, Jaime felt Lady A shiver against her.

“Functional.” More functional than my brain at the moment, Lady A thought with a good bit of alarm. How was she supposed to stay focused on their plan when Jaime was turning her brain and her body to mush? Correction: Jaime was turning her body to molten lava.

Jaime wasted no time. She scooped Lady A up into her arms and carried her to the bed.

Lady A’s surprised gasp brought a smile to Jaime’s lips.

She and Anya had agreed not to plan the sex part of the op.

That needed to happen organically and not look forced or impersonal.

Hell, Jaime hadn’t known what she was going to do until the moment she saw The Ultimate Fantasy, and it clicked in her brain what that was with Anya.

And while she was perfectly capable of compartmentalizing what they were doing here—her job and Lady A’s—that didn’t mean she couldn’t make the most of this.

Because the reality was, no matter how prepared they thought they were, Anya’s past reminded Jaime that anything could happen.

She refused to believe this could be their last time together, but if it was, she would make it count.

“You’re always in control, Lady A. You grant everyone’s deepest desires, but do you grant your own?

” Jaime gently laid Lady A down on the bed and knelt beside her.

“My ultimate fantasy, Lady A, is to return the favor. I want to fulfill your most intimate needs.” Jaime untied Lady A’s robe, letting it fall open to reveal smooth skin and ample breasts.

Her eyes moved down to the glistening triangle between Lady A’s legs, and Jaime’s mouth began to water.

After a long moment of taking in Lady A’s pure beauty, Jaime looked into her eyes—they were definitely green today—and smiled. “Tell me your desires.”

Lady A’s eyes fluttered closed as her heart skipped a beat.

She had spent countless nights in this room with different people.

Some she enjoyed, some she couldn’t wait to be rid of.

None of them had ever asked her what she desired most. Why would they?

They paid money to live out their own, so why would they care about hers?

But Jaime did. Even during this scheme to flush out a killer, Lady A and Anya knew that everything Jaime was doing and saying wasn’t for anyone else’s benefit but hers.

“The things you said before,” Lady A began.

“About touching me, tasting me, and feeling my body under yours? That’s what I desire.

” She unbuckled Jaime’s belt and slid it from the belt loops.

Lady A secured the belt around her wrist, threaded it through the slotted headboard, and repeated the process with her other wrist. This was the most control she had ever given anyone over her.

Although she had the freedom to move her hands if necessary, the gesture was still intimidating for someone as dominant and careful as Lady A. “Make me come around your fingers.”

Jaime moaned. Yeah, she recognized the gesture for exactly what it was.

Anya was giving herself to Jaime. Fuck the chambers, the club, and the persona.

This? This was Anya all the way. Jaime clenched her jaw to hold back tears.

She didn’t think she’d ever feel this way again.

Fuck, she hadn’t felt this way ever before.

No disrespect to her past, but this was different. This was…more.

“And, Jaime?”

Jaime somehow heard Lady A’s voice through the fucking sex haze that was trying to clog up every pore and orifice in her body. “Yeah?”

“When you’re done making me come around your fingers, I’ll be ready for your mouth.”

Fuck. Me. Jaime stripped in record time. Once she was naked, she climbed onto the bed and straddled Lady A with a hungry look in her eyes. “Your desires are my pleasure.”

Jaime leaned down and kissed Lady A with an urgency, her hands braced on either side of Anya’s head.

The kiss was messy, consuming, and full of promises she hadn’t known she’d been keeping until now.

Lady A arched into her, her wrists tugging at the belt loops above her head, her lips parting with a soft gasp as Jaime shifted lower, leaving a trail of heat down her body with every touch.

Jaime took her time, even as her own need clawed at her insides.

She kissed her way down Lady A’s neck, over the swell of her breasts, pausing to run her tongue slowly across one nipple.

She sucked it into her mouth, letting her teeth scrape lightly over the sensitive skin, grinning when Lady A’s hips bucked in response. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Don’t make me beg.” Lady A’s reply came out as a breathy moan.

“Oh, but I want to hear it,” Jaime teased, moving lower, her hands sliding beneath Lady A’s thighs and urging them apart. “I want to hear every sound you make. Every whimper. Every cry when I make you lose control.”

Jaime kissed her way down Lady A’s stomach, then paused between her thighs, just inches from where her slick heat pulsed with need. She looked up and locked eyes with Anya. “You’re so wet already. Fuck. This…” Jaime’s voice cracked, her restraint hanging by a thread. “This is everything.”

With a firm grip on Lady A’s thighs, Jaime leaned in and dragged her tongue the length of her pussy, slowly and deliberately.

Lady A’s back arched immediately, a choked gasp escaping her lips as Jaime licked again, circling her tongue around her clit before flicking it lightly.

Then again…and again. She wasn’t playing now.

This wasn’t a performance. This was reverence.

She brought one hand up, easing two fingers side Lady A, the tight, velvet grip around them stealing Jaime’s breath. Lady A moaned, her hips pushing down to meet the thrust. “God, yes…”

Jaime curled her fingers, searching for the spot she knew would unravel her completely. When she found it, Lady A’s entire body tensed. “Mm. Right there,” Jaime murmured against her clit. “So fucking good.”

Lady A’s answer came in the form of a desperate, guttural sound, her knuckles white against the belt restraining her. Her eyes fluttered open briefly, glazed and shining with lust. “Don’t stop.”

Jaime didn’t. She…couldn’t. Her fingers pumped steadily, curling and pressing just right while her tongue worked in tight circles.

The sounds coming from Lady A were making Jaime ache, so raw and ready for anything she could have with Anya.

She was trembling with the effort to hold back, to not devour her whole.