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Julia leaned down and kissed her gently, her hand still deep inside of Vic, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“You are amazing,” she whispered.
15
Vic was out at the stables later that morning feeling on cloud nine itself. She was floating. She had had the best night of her entire life. Julia was like no one she had ever met before.
“Right, I’m just going for a steady ride out today. I’ll ride Satan and then the people who are buying Angel are coming to collect her at 11am. Will you make sure she is all ready to go and beautiful for 11am. And will you ride God later in the arena? I don’t think I’ll have time today.”
Naomi nodded obediently.
Can she smell sex on me?
Vic knew she had plenty of time, but she felt like she was on another planet. It was all she could do to ride one horse today, never mind three. She had had a shower but things had got heated with Julia again before she left for London. Vic raised her right hand to her nose. She could still smell sex on her fingers. She could still smell Julia everywhere.
Julia. Julia. Julia.
She left Hyzenthlay with Naomi and headed out on Satan. He was remarkably chill today, which was lucky because Vic didn’t rate her riding skills for anything out of the ordinary this morning. They walked off towards the forest and the lake. Vic didn’t really know where she was going. It was turning out to be a drizzly grey day and Vic’s mind was all on one thing.
What on earth was happening to her? She never usually felt like this about people she was seeing. But, then, she had had a lot of sex and had never had sex like she just had with Julia. This morning it had felt like they could have stayed in bed all day long having more and more sex.
But, they hadn’t. Julia had to be back in the office in the palace in London, so she had had to get up and get dressed. Luckily, she still had her own room in the castle and some of her own clothes in the wardrobe, so within half an hour Julia was showered and wearing a pencil skirt and heels, she was every inch the Julia Wilding everyone expected her to be again.
She had come into the living room, as elegant and efficient as ever, and Vic had felt herself swooning. This woman was so fucking stunning. Vic couldn’t believe she had been so lucky as to have spent the night with her. Julia had swept across and kissed her intensely, all red lipstick and the intoxicating scent of a Jo Malone fragrance. Vic couldn’t think which one, only that it was the sexiest thing she had ever smelt.
They had been alone in the living room and Vic had pushed her out onto the terrace and kissed her more. Before she had known it, her hand had been pushing inside Julia’s immaculate pencil skirt, into her underwear, feeling how wet she still was, despite her shower. Julia had moaned. Vic had wanted desperately to take her again until one of the staff burst into the living room and they pulled apart quickly, Julia arranging her outfit quickly and discretely.
“Ms Wilding, Ma’am, so sorry to disturb you, but there is a call for you from the palace.” Julia had immediately gotten back to work. “Of course, thank you for letting me know. I’ll take it in the office.”
She had taken her call and then she had left to go back to London and Vic could still taste her on her tongue.
They hadn’t really spoken about what had happened. They hadn’t had time. It was easy for Vic to overthink. What if she regrets it? What if she only wanted a bit of fun? Was it as good for her as it was for me?
Vic pulled her phone out of her pocket. She let Satan plod along on a loose rein as she used her right hand to pull up Julia’s name on text.
Should I text her? What should I say?
A multitude of more formal things flitted through her mind before she settled on something simple and effective:
I can still taste you on my fingers.
She hit send and immediately regretted her words. Fuck
Vic knew that Julia was in important meetings all day. And Julia’s meetings involved some very important people. She probably didn’t need texts like that while she was trying to work.
Her phone chimed with a response.
It’s very distracting being wet at my desk.
Vic felt her eyes nearly jump out of her head and she felt like she was about to fall off Satan. She took a deep breath and looked again at her phone, which had just alerted her to another message.
My panties are soaking and I am just in a meeting with the Prime Minister. This is your fault.
Vic scrambled to text back.
I’m so sorry for making you so wet. You look fucking stunning today, by the way. Your ass is incredible in that pencil skirt. Prime Minister is a lucky man.
The response came straight away.
