Thirteen Hours (29 page)

As she moved up, dangerously close to the juncture of Laurel’s thighs, a loud thump sounded outside the office door and Laurel brought her knees together automatically.

“Printer paper delivery,” Dana explained. “There’s a supplies closet next door.”

Laughing softly at her own stretched nerves, Laurel slid off the desk and walked to the office door. “That’s why that guy who invented locks, uh, invented locks.”

“How brilliant of him,” Dana replied with a lazy smile. She paused as something seemed to register. “Wait. Here?”

Laurel grinned as she secured the lock and returned to Dana.
I guess I never really made it clear that I intended to fuck her right at her desk.
She dropped to her knees on the carpet, pulling Dana’s chair around. Unbuttoning Dana’s pants, lowering the zipper, Laurel gave her a mischievous smile. “Tell me you’ve never imagined doing this.”

“In my office?”

“Tell me you haven’t.” Laurel reached into Dana’s pants and pulled out the strap-on dildo, easing it into an erect position while licking her lips. “But I’m not going to believe you.”

“I have.” Dana groaned deep in her throat as Laurel leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of the dildo, then pulled back to swirl her tongue around the tip. “Many times.”

Laurel engulfed the dildo with her mouth. Just as she’d hoped, this time around, she was very much fulfilling a mutual fantasy. Bobbing her head up and down, she milked the length of the dildo with her lips, thoroughly enjoying the tease she was giving Dana. Such a mental thing, but by the way Dana’s hips pumped gently beneath her and her fingers threaded through Laurel’s hair, she was definitely getting off on it.

“Oh yeah, baby,” Dana growled in a bare whisper. “Suck me.”

Laurel continued her dutiful ministrations, curling her arms around Dana’s thighs. The firm hand remained locked in her hair, not forcing her movement but keeping her close and focused on her task.

Above her, the phone rang.

“Fuck.” Dana sagged back in her leather chair with a deflated sigh.

“Goddamn it.”

Laurel released the dildo from her mouth with a quiet pop.

“Answer it,” she murmured, then licked a lazy circle around the head of the toy. “Don’t mind me.”

The phone continued to ring.

“I can’t answer it like this,” Dana hissed, then gasped as Laurel reached up to grip the base of the dildo in her fist and ran her tongue down its length. “There’s no way I’m going to sound normal while you’re—”

“You’ll be just fine.” Laurel pumped the toy with her hand and lifted her eyes to give Dana a playful smile. “You’re a professional.”

She took the dildo into her mouth again, never breaking eye contact with her panting lover.

Dana whipped the phone to her ear and greeted the caller with cool authority. Nothing about her demeanor suggested that she was receiving a spirited blow job from a woman on her knees. Laurel enjoyed watching her as she talked shop with someone who was obviously a client. Her face said it all. The challenge of keeping her composure made her eyes flash with pure heat, and she gave Laurel a stern, steamy look. It took all of Laurel’s concentration not to moan out loud when the musky smell of Dana’s sex registered so close to her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, sucking and licking as if Dana could feel every stroke of her tongue and the suction of her lips. Her fingers flexed on the backs of Dana’s thighs, telegraphing her need. She knew Dana understood when her hand began moving over Laurel’s hair, encouraging her as she worked her mouth up and down. They locked eyes as Laurel took as much in her mouth as she could manage.

Dana’s thighs tensed beneath her upper arms. “Thanks, Wayne. I’ll see you on Monday, ten o’clock.” She waited a moment, then released a light chuckle. “You bet. Bye.”

The phone clattered back into its cradle and Dana tightened her grip on Laurel’s hair until she lifted her head and released the dildo from her mouth.

“Everything okay?” she asked with a wicked grin. “Did the call go well?”

“You little minx. Get up here and sit on my lap.”

Laurel crawled up and straddled Dana’s thighs, pulling her skirt higher so the dildo pressed firmly against her slippery labia, and leaned close to Dana’s ear. “Are you going to fuck me in your office, Ms. Watts?”

Dana’s hands found their way under her skirt and gripped her bare bottom. She drew Laurel against the hardness between her legs, moving her hips back and forth in slow counter-rhythm. “I think I might,” she murmured.

“Are you sure?” Laurel pressed Dana’s face into her cleavage so that she wouldn’t see her smile. “You seemed a little uncertain earlier.”

A desperate hand reached between their bodies, and Laurel felt the head of the dildo guided to her wet entrance.

“We’ll make this quick,” Dana whispered. “And then we’ll go out.”

Laurel grinned. It had been all too easy to break down Dana’s inhibitions. Oh yeah, she’d definitely fantasized about this before.

Tracing her tongue along Dana’s earlobe, she breathed, “Fuck me, Ms. Watts. Please.”

The head of the dildo slipped inside. Laurel took it in slowly, holding Dana’s gaze as she was filled.

“Like that?”

Laurel nodded and gasped, “Yes.” She gripped the back of the chair over Dana’s shoulders, rolling her hips around. “That’s perfect.”

Dana rubbed lazy circles over Laurel’s swollen clit. “Move for me, honey.” Her eyes flicked over Laurel’s shoulder toward the door.

“And be
quiet
.”

Laurel gave a solemn nod, and began riding the dildo that rested so deep inside her pussy. The wonderful fullness, the way she was stretched open, set her hips bucking in pleasure. The touch of Dana’s hand, the careful attention of her fingers on Laurel’s slick flesh, made her want to scream. She leaned forward and thrust her tongue into Dana’s mouth to stifle the impulse.

Dana’s fingers picked up speed, gliding swiftly over the hood of her clit. Their mouths stayed crushed together, and Laurel rocked her hips hard against Dana’s body as she sought release. She was so close already, and everything was working to push her closer: the need for silence, the feeling of the edge of the desk pressing into her back as she moved, the knowledge that the only thing separating them from a room full of people hard at work was the locked office door.

Dana tore her mouth away from their kiss with a low groan. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

Laurel nodded, afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would let loose and cry out her joy. She ground down on the dildo, quiet gasps escaping from between her tightly clenched teeth. Her hips jerked as the pleasure built. She felt a hand grasp at one buttock convulsively, pulling her onto the dildo again and again, forcing her to take all Dana could give her.

Laurel tipped back her head, opened her mouth, and came with a silent scream at the ceiling. Her orgasm surged through her, bone-deep and intense.

“That was fast,” Dana murmured. Pride rang in her muted voice.

Laurel reached over Dana’s shoulder and gave her three firm taps with her hand. “Why don’t you let me pat you on the back, so you don’t have to do it yourself?”

Chuckling, Dana whispered, “I was sort of hoping that you’d offer to toot my horn instead. You know, so I don’t have to do it myself.”

Laurel grinned. “That could be arranged.”

“Want to get out of here?”

“Desperately.”

With her hands on Dana’s shoulders, Laurel stood slowly on unsteady legs, easing off the dildo. Glancing down, she gasped, “Baby, I’m so sorry.”

Dana’s eyes fell to her lap and she smiled even as her face flushed red. “Oh my God.” A dark spot of wetness stained the front of her pants.

“I didn’t take
this
into account.”

Laurel’s upper lip twitched, and a snuffle of laughter escaped.

“Me, neither. Oh, honey, I really am so sorry.”

Dana shook her head, face growing impossibly redder. “I think, technically, that it’s my fault.” She stood up and tucked the dildo back into her pants, adjusting for a few moments before she zipped up. Then she pulled her jacket on and tugged it closed. Casting a hopeful look at her upper thighs, she scowled at the wet stain that was still slightly visible. “Great.”

“You can barely see it,” Laurel said. Flattening the material of her skirt over her thighs with both hands, she tried to fix her own appearance. “Nobody will notice.”

“Damn right, nobody will notice.” Dana stepped away from her desk, picking up her car keys from the corner. “You’re walking in front of me.”

“It’s the least I can do,” Laurel said. “Just act nonchalant.”

“Nonchalant, right.” Dana lifted her fingers to her face and inhaled.

“No problem.”

———

When they finally made it to the elevator, Laurel felt like she’d just run a marathon, and Dana was grinning like an idiot.

Dana punched the Down button and leaned close to Laurel’s ear.

“I don’t know why, but that made me so fucking hot just now.”

Laurel’s legs went all shaky again, and she turned her head to lick Dana’s earlobe. “Me, too. I want to wear that strap-on and fuck you until you come.”

Ding.

Laurel stepped inside the elevator as soon as the door opened, then turned and cocked her head at Dana. “Going down?” she asked.

She watched Dana swallow, then nod. “If I’m lucky.”

After Dana moved inside the car and the doors slid shut, Laurel half turned to give her a playful look. “You know, I could just press the emergency stop button—”

“Don’t even think about it.” Dana laced her hands in front of the dark spot on her pants. “I’m not willing to pay Rocky for another surveillance tape.”

“I’m just nostalgic,” Laurel said, kicking at the floor with the toe of her shoe. “You know, you actually fulfilled one of my fantasies the first night we met. Getting fucked in an elevator.”

“And you fulfilled one of mine,” Dana said. She took Laurel’s hand in her own. “Meeting a beautiful woman and falling in love.”

Laurel blinked, for a moment unable to form a coherent response.

At some point when she hadn’t been looking, Dana had become a very expressive lover. Eyes filling with happy tears, she whispered, “Mine, too.”

Rocky’s head popped up as they left the elevator and crossed the lobby. He gave them a wink, as if they shared a secret.

Dana nodded at him as they walked past the front desk. “Until next time, man.”

Every time Laurel saw him she wondered if he’d watched their tape before he handed it over. She didn’t want to think about that too hard. She waited until they were outside on the sidewalk to speak again. “Brilliant performance, baby. That whole thing was absolutely perfect.”

Swinging their hands, Dana wore a beaming smile. “I thought so, too.” She stepped closer and bumped against Laurel’s hip. “So what next, my darling?”

“The Hilton. Six minutes if you drive. Four if I do.”

Dana handed her car keys over. “Let’s hit it.”

It took them exactly three minutes and fifty-six seconds to reach the Hilton where Laurel had booked a room that morning. She’d already checked in, so she escorted Dana past the lobby elevator to a stairwell.

“I have a friend who used to work here,” she explained in response to a puzzled glance from Dana. “I know another way up.”

They climbed a half flight of stairs and emerged into a short, deserted hallway. Laurel led the way to a wide, industrial gray elevator door situated at the far end, and pushed the square button on the wall.

The doors slid open, revealing a large, empty car with a metal rail attached to the back wall.

“Freight elevator,” she explained.

Dana’s nostrils flared. “And why do you want to take the freight elevator?”

Laurel grabbed Dana by the front of her shirt and pulled her inside.

“No cameras.”

“You’re sure?” Dana asked, glancing suspiciously around at the interior.

“I’ve got it on good authority.” Laurel sent another silent thankyou to Rita, who used to dance at the club and now worked in the Hilton kitchen. “I made a phone call this morning. Trust me.”

“Always.”

Laurel hit the emergency stop button as soon as they began their ascent. Backing Dana to the wall, she pressed her against the cool metal and kissed her for all she was worth. Dana’s hand found its way to her head, fingers entangling in her hair, and she held Laurel close as she kissed her back.

“I want that strap-on,” Laurel murmured against Dana’s lips.

“Again, honey?” Dana kissed a path from Laurel’s mouth down her throat. “You’re insatiable.”

Laurel dropped her hands to the front of Dana’s pants. Unbuttoning and unzipping with shaking fingers, she said, “No. I
want
it. I want to wear it, and I want to fuck you with it.”

Dana immediately began to help, pushing her pants down around her ankles. “And you should definitely get what you want.”

“Remember that, sweetheart, for future reference.”

Dana wore a lazy grin as Laurel unbuckled the harness. “Why, Dr. Stanley, I think you’re taking advantage of me during a moment of weakness.”

“I think you’re loving it,” Laurel countered, hiking up her skirt to fasten the strap-on around her hips. “We’ve got the room for the night, you know.” She gave a grateful smile when Dana took over buckling one side. “What do you say you meet me here right after you’re done with work for the day?”

The dildo now jutted out from between her thighs, tenting the front of her skirt slightly. Laurel pulled the straps tight.

“I can’t think of a better way to start the weekend.”

Laurel eased into a slow smile as she finished tightening the other side of the harness. “Technically,” she said, and gripped Dana’s upper arm, “my weekend has already started. And I can think of a great way to kick it off.”

Dana shivered. “How do you want me?”

Any way you’ll let me have you.
Laurel leered, drawing an uncharacteristic giggle from her lover. “So many choices—”

“I’m sure you have an idea about what you
really
want.”

Something about Dana’s inflection twisted Laurel’s stomach and sent hot desire to pool between her thighs. She positioned Dana so she faced the back of the elevator car and the long metal railing. “Hold on with one hand, touch yourself with the other, and bend over so I can see your pussy.”