Vivienne stared at her reflection, watching her chest still heaving. Her fingers glistening from her wanton display.
The thought refused to leave her. What if someone else saw me like this?
The idea was reckless. God, it could even be career-ending, she thought to herself. Somehow, that emboldened her.
Sarah Lawrence was the last person on earth she should invite here. Sarah was the lead counsel for the rival company that they had just dismantled in the merger negotiations. It had been six weeks of brutal negotiations, barbed insults across boardroom tables, torturous contract revisions, but also stolen glances and weeks of barely suppressed, dangerous attraction.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she picked up her phone.
Vivienne:
“My apartment. Tonight. No one can know. Come exactly as you are.” She added her address and waited, her fingertips wandering her body.
Thirteen minutes later, the reply came.
Sarah:
“I’m in the car. Be there in twenty. This is insane.”
Vivienne’s heart hammered in her chest. She took a breath to calm herself after reading the response. She didn’t change a thing. The sheer black dress stayed rucked up around her hips, her breasts barely contained by the delicate mesh, stockings, and red-soled heels that were somehow still on. Her hair was still a mess. She unconvincingly tried to tidy it but then gave up. She poured two glasses of wine and waited, every second stretching into an eternity of dangerous anticipation.
She checked her phone for the time and stood by the security system, buzzing the door open as soon as she saw Sarah arrive. When the private elevator chimed, Sarah stepped into the apartment like a woman who knew she was willingly walking into a trap with open eyes. She was still dressed for the daily battles of corporate war. A tailored black pantsuit, a crisp white silk blouse, and her hair in a sleek chignon.
But the moment her eyes landed on Vivienne, her composure loosened. “Fuck,” was all she could think to herself. Her gaze dragged slowly over the sheer dress, the exposed thighs, the dangerous flash of red on the Louboutins. For several long, charged seconds, neither woman spoke.
“You absolute bitch,” Sarah finally whispered, her voice low and a little shaky. “You know what this could do to both of us if anyone ever finds out.”
Vivienne took a slow sip of wine, then set the glass down with deliberate calm, mostly to convince herself that she could stay calm. She could see the conflict in Sarah’s eyes; the professional hatred they had cultivated and were paid for, warring with raw, forbidden hunger and desire. The same war Vivienne had been fighting for weeks.
“I do,” Vivienne replied, stepping closer until only inches separated them. “That’s why you came anyway.”
Sarah’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t move away. The air between them was thick with six weeks of their rivalry. The insults, the tense written exchanges of perfectionism, and, in the end, meaningless fights over redundant clauses, but also the stolen glances and barely suppressed desire.
“You looked so fucking smug every time you thought you had the upper hand,” Vivienne continued, voice low and combative. “I spent weeks wanting to ruin that perfect composure of yours, and I knew I would.”
Sarah’s breathing had grown shallower. Her eyes kept flicking down to Vivienne’s body. They grew dark with hunger while her fingers twitched with hesitation. “And now?” she asked.
Without a word, Vivienne reached out and slowly pulled the pin from Sarah’s chignon, letting the other woman’s auburn hair tumble down around her shoulders. Sarah shivered at the touch. “Now I want to see you fall apart for me.”
She grabbed Sarah by the lapels of her blazer and kissed her, hard, deep, and possessively. Sarah was shocked by the moment and moaned into her mouth, hands sliding around Vivienne’s waist, gripping the sheer fabric like she was afraid she might disappear. They stumbled toward the bedroom in a heated tangle of desire.
Vivienne shoved Sarah back onto the large bed, then climbed on top of her, straddling her hips, eyes locked on her prey. The short dress rode all the way up as she ground down against the other woman’s body. Sarah’s hands roamed greedily, squeezing Vivienne’s ass through the mesh, sliding up to cup and knead her breasts.
“You’re going to destroy both our careers,” Sarah gasped between kisses.
“Probably,” Vivienne replied, nipping at Sarah’s bottom lip, “but not tonight.”
She pushed Sarah’s blazer off, then made quick work of the silk blouse, exposing a delicate ivory lace bra. Vivienne leaned down and sucked one nipple through the lace, making Sarah arch and swear beneath her. She moved lower, kissing down Sarah’s toned stomach until she reached the waistband of her trousers. She unclasped at the front, unzipped at the side, and yanked them down along with her gorgeous lace underwear in one rough motion. Sarah was soaked.
Vivienne looked up at her with hungry eyes, “Spread your legs.”
Sarah obeyed with wide eyes while wondering to herself, Why am I giving in so easily?
Vivienne settled between her thighs and licked a slow, deliberate stripe up her pussy. Sarah cried out, one hand flying to Vivienne’s hair and gripping tight. Vivienne didn’t tease for long. She devoured her, kissing, licking, and sucking her sex and then fucking her with two fingers while her tongue worked Sarah’s swollen clit with merciless precision.
“Fuck Vivienne,” Sarah moaned, her hips rocking desperately and pressing her need against Vivienne’s mouth. “We shouldn’t be doing this… God, don’t fucking ever stop.”
Vivienne added a third finger, curling them just right, and sucked hard on her clit. Sarah came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around Vivienne’s head as her whole body shook through a powerful orgasm. Vivienne didn’t stop. She calmed her movements, licked through the aftershocks until Sarah was trembling and oversensitive. Then she crawled back up, kissed her deeply, and whispered against her lips, “I want more.”
She rolled onto her back and pulled Sarah on top of her. “Ride my face.”
Sarah’s eyes widened with lust and disbelief. She straddled Vivienne’s head, lowering herself until Vivienne could bury her tongue inside her again. Sarah rode her with increasing wanton, raw desire, one hand braced on the headboard, the other tangled in Vivienne’s hair. Vivienne reached down and rubbed her own clit in fast circles while she fucked Sarah with her tongue. The sounds in the room were obscene, wet, desperate, and raw.
Sarah came again, harder this time, grinding down against Vivienne’s mouth and gushing with a shattered moan. Vivienne followed moments later, thighs shaking as her own orgasm crashed through her. They collapsed together in a sweaty, tangled heap, breathing hard. For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city far below.
Sarah turned her head, looking at Vivienne with something between awe and disbelief. “We’re going to hell for this,” she whispered.
Vivienne smiled, then grinned, feeling maybe satisfied, maybe not, and ran her fingers through Sarah’s messy hair. “Probably,” she murmured, “but not tonight, not yet.”
She kissed Sarah again, slower this time, savouring the taste of her on both their tongues. Her hand slid down Sarah’s body, fingers teasing between her legs once more.
“We have hours,” Vivienne whispered against her lips. “And I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
Sarah let out a soft, breathless laugh that turned into a moan as Vivienne’s fingers found her again.
