Knight Nostalgia: A Knights of the Board Room Anthology(96)
Rachel wet her lips. “What did you say to her?”
“Nothing,” Matt said. “When she took her hand away, I was standing directly behind her. My breath was stirring some of the strands of that gorgeous blond hair. She tilted her head down, her chin angling, so I could see the fringe of her lashes, the soft press of her lips. She knew it was me. I knew it.” His jaw tightened. “But then she moved, and was walking away, as if she hadn’t seen me, hadn’t been aware of my presence.
“Up until that moment, I hadn’t realized how much I wanted her, that she wasn’t just another woman who’d captured my interest sexually, intellectually. But it was as if a curtain drew back, and behind it was every experience and thought I’d had with and about her. All of it came together in a way that told me I was in love with her, and needed to find a way to open her heart to me.”
That raptor look returned to his gaze, the intensity that could wash heat over any woman’s skin. “I knew I had to convince her of what I knew from that moment forward. That she was mine.”
“Which, in a legal environment, sounds like the opening of a CSI episode,” Ben commented. “The one that starts with the bad guy in the basement, sniffing the strands of hair he pulled out of her garbage.”
Rachel hid a smile as Ben ducked the peanuts Matt fired his way with the accuracy of grapeshot. “Ow.”
“Time to fulfill Matt’s wish,” Jon told her quietly. He slid his fingers between her legs, stroking the damp lips of her sex as her legs quivered and loosened for him. “Are you ready, Rachel?”
She nodded. He raised his voice, directing his next words to the K&A CEO. “I think it’s time to give our bad girl a chance to tease our good one.”
“Absolutely,” Peter agreed, as Matt nodded.
It brought to mind some of Rachel’s most vivid fantasies about Dana. The former Army sergeant pushing her down on a bed, laying upon her… Much like Matt had just described.
Peter lifted Dana back onto the table, knees first. As she dropped to her palms, he bent down to kiss the sole of her dangling foot. He had the clit shield in one hand and laid it on the table before he told her his bidding. “Go find that good girl, Sergeant. Center of the table.”
Dana smiled faintly, her head cocked to his voice, and then she started in the indicated direction. Her expression was intent, the erotic movements of her body almost like that of a prowling female cat.
Jon had lifted Rachel back onto the table, too, so Rachel met her at the center, reaching out to touch her so Dana knew where she was. Dana caught her wrist with unsettling accuracy before Rachel made contact, her grip strong. She pressed against Rachel, an undeniable requirement that Rachel sit back on her heels, as Dana did the same, the two of them knee to knee.
The terms were Dana would be on top, but her actions suggested Dana was taking that further. Being the top. Dana was a submissive, but she had an alpha side to her, cultivated by her Army rank and ministering to urban youth who needed a tough hand. However, since Rachel was used to the other side of her, the reminder of that harder edge caught her by thrilling surprise now. Rachel’s natural, soul-deep submission responded, settling under Dana’s hold, waiting for direction.
“Been wanting to take you over all night, good girl.” Despite the sensual threat, Peter’s wife took her time, using her other hand to trail her fingers along Rachel’s hair and face, her throat, teasing the delicate lines above and below Jon’s collar. Rachel raised her chin in response, and Dana’s expression became more intent, her thumb sliding down the column of Rachel’s windpipe to rest in the pocket between her collarbones, where the sapphire pendant teased Dana’s knuckles.
At length she leaned forward to rub her cheek against Rachel’s. She spoke softly, but with a tone that commanded Rachel’s attention.
“On your back, good girl. Spread your legs. Arms draped over your head.” But first Dana dipped her head and nipped Rachel’s shoulder, none-too-gently. Rachel stayed still under the bite, her breath getting shallow as Dana eased the hold to give her a teasing lick. “Now, baby,” Dana said. “Don’t make me get rough with you. Rougher than I already plan to be.”
Rachel shifted to her backside and laid down, spreading her legs as Dana moved between them. Her golden-brown fingers slid along Rachel’s paler skin, her knees, her inner thighs. When Rachel squirmed a little at the knees, ticklish, a devilish smile appeared on Dana’s face. Her thumbs glided along the outside of Rachel’s labia, stroking, then moved over, doing a circular massage of that soft flesh. Rachel lifted to the touch, her knuckles sliding along the mat.
“There you are. You like that. But you don’t get to enjoy it too much.” Dana moved onward, hands passing over Rachel’s stomach, upper abdomen, knuckles grazing the underside of her breasts. Using her now well strengthened core and thigh muscles, Dana positioned herself over Rachel. Rachel throttled back a moan when her clit slid across Rachel’s, their sexes meeting with a nice resulting swirl of sensation.
“Lovely, but your pussy’s not wet enough yet,” Dana said, and licked her fingers. She slid them between their bodies to add to the lubrication. Rachel didn’t think it would take long for her to naturally add to the slipperiness. Dana knew what she was doing, moving her body against Rachel’s in a light, teasing circular motion, then a slow drag down and up.