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Biting her bottom lip to keep herself from crying out, Lola tried so hard not to give in. But then Carmen was moaning, her hips rocking, and Lola knew what she was doing. Picturing Carmen’s fingers moving over her clit was enough to dissolve Lola’s singular need to win.
Lola craned her neck, looking for Carmen with her mouth. She needed to taste her. Needed to hear her strangled cry as she made her come, over and over.
Carmen leaned back, holding herself away, but her fingers never stopped moving. “Tell me you want it,” Carmen begged, breathless and needy.
She wanted Lola to surrender. To give her permission to let go, too. With nearly every fiber of her being, Lola wanted to give in. To end the game and have everything she wanted, but she clenched her jaw instead.
Moaning, Carmen’s beautiful body trembled slightly. Lola could almost see through the stifling darkness. Could almost see her elegant fingers. Could almost feel them on herself, their blinding pace giving Lola the most intense orgasm of her life.
“I guess I’ll come without you,” Carmen threatened, her tone warning of an impending orgasm.
She was bluffing. Lola was sure. She had to be bluffing, forcing Lola to give her what she wanted. Desire thrummed a painful drumbeat at Lola’s core. Did it matter if she gave in when she wanted it too? Lola’s mind was usually guillotine sharp, but she was all viscera and greed, her intellect dulled by the bane of her existence. The woman she couldn’t find the will to escape.
Above her, Carmen’s breaths were coming quicker. Her moans taking control of Lola’s mouth.
“I want it,” Lola confessed, her palms sliding up Carmen’s bare thighs, her skin hot enough to melt.
“It?”
“You,” she whispered. “Please.”
She’d barely finished uttering the plea when she was rewarded by Carmen shifting forward. Her arousal was a sweet reward for her tiny white flag. With Carmen grinding against her mouth, her pride was an inconsequential price to pay.
Moaning into her, Lola devoured every inch of Carmen. She tasted even better than she remembered. A heady mix of addictive and intoxicating.
Running her hands up Carmen’s body, Lola slipped under her shirt, finding her bra before yanking it down and taking her breasts in her hands.
Carmen leaned back, at first, to better roll her hips and grind harder against Lola’s mouth. And then to reach into Lola’s unbuttoned pants.
When Carmen found the soaked fabric, she cursed before shoving it away. With the same anguished need for release, she pressed her fingers to the side of Lola’s clit. She’d remembered that Lola was too sensitive for direct contact.
The realization that Carmen still knew how to touch her all these months later was a disarming combination of hot and sweet. Intent on showing Carmen that she wasn’t the only one who remembered, Lola circled Carmen’s clit, using only her lips.
Cursing, Carmen’s body stiffened, but her fingers remained on target. Each controlled circle she made around Lola’s hard clit was another sprint toward the orgasm Lola was struggling to keep at bay.
“I’m so close,” Carmen whispered, her voice so soft, naked and raw, without the trappings of a taunt.
Lola wanted to tell her to stop touching her. To only focus on herself, on the sensation of Lola’s mouth on her, but she didn’t dare lose her place. Carmen was so wet, so close, Lola could feel it like the pull at her own core.
Running her thumbs over Carmen’s nipples, Lola pushed her over the edge with a pained moan that started in her chest and rumbled straight into Carmen’s body and vibrating over her clit.
“God, Lola,” Carmen cried, her hips jerking forward.
Lola moaned again, and this time she wasn’t exaggerating. With Carmen’s fingers moving slow enough to kill her, Lola let herself give in. Tipping her hips up, she moaned again and then swirled her tongue around the very tip of Carmen’s clit.
The game was over.
Grinding against her mouth, Carmen announced that she was coming in a husky groan a second before Lola felt it spilling over her chin. She’d given in first, and Lola was happy to follow.
Unable to hold back, Lola came hard with Carmen rocking slowly against her lips. Savoring every inch of her, Lola didn’t care how weak she looked. Or how many of her cards she was showing. Not when Carmen had done it first.
CHAPTER12
Sittingat her desk at dawn the next morning, Lola was trying hard to forget the night before. It had been a dizzying blur. She wasn’t even sure she could trust her own memory. Had it even happened? Maybe Fortune had devised some kind of virtual reality to trick them into getting along.
Focusing on the cursor blinking on a blank email, Lola shook off the distraction. If only she didn’t feel Carmen in every part of her body. If she could at least forget the weight of her kiss. The sensation of her fingers playing with her like a fucking virtuoso.
If she could stop wanting to do it again. Stop wanting her.
