Page 58 of Extraction Play
Eva continued to play with her hair, which had her nerve endings lighting up despite the cold. The heat of this woman, the way her curves fit against Pixie’s, made her core throb, and a deep satisfaction stirred inside her like a wooden spoon through home-cooked soup. A comfort existed here she’d never known, one she’d experienced at Whipped but never in one person before.
“How about we do away with surprises, and you just tell me what you have in mind?” Eva said. “I’ll be frank. My control freak tendencies can barely handle them.”
Pixie snorted. That didn’t shock her in the slightest. “I’ve got a studio in town, separate from my home one. Sometimes I need access to more than I’ve got set up in the condo, and the extra storage there works well for me.”
Eva let out a low whistle. “I knew you were successful as an artist—and it’s well deserved—but it sometimes slips my mind withhow down to earth you are. Owning a condo and a studio with San Francisco prices is something else, dove.”
A blush heated her cheeks. Truthfully, Pixie often forgot the levels of success she’d reached in the art world. She didn’t rub elbows a ton unless her work was on display at a show, and even then, she preferred to stay in the background, letting the dealers do the talking for her. “Just lucky, I guess.”
Eva pinched her in the side, hard enough she yelped—and liked it a hell of a lot.
“Lucky, my ass. You’re so damn talented and deserve the rewards.”
“Ugh,” Pixie said, heat flushing through her body as she ducked her head.
“So, why the studio?” Eva asked.
Pixie shifted a little. “I figured if we wanted somewhere private…”
Eva slid her hand up Pixie’s thigh, and Pixie spread her legs. Even though she’d iced over, inside, she burned. Eva seemed to have a magnetic pull to Pixie’s clit, since she reached between her legs and tapped it. Pleasure burst through her in a heady swell, and Pixie let out a gasp.
“Dirty girl,” Eva purred. “If you need to get fucked filthy, why didn’t you say so?”
Holy hell, the way this woman talked. Pixie couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out as she pushed against Eva’s hand, which was firmly pressed between her thighs.
“Let’s go,” Pixie blurted. “Before I beg you to fuck me here.”
“Mmm, tempting, dove.” Eva gave her clit a light slap, which sent a spike of bliss right through her, even through her clothing. Eva removed her hand, and Pixie had to bite back her protest. “However, I’m not going to pass up the chance to take my time with you. Besides, I want to see your secret studio.”
She laughed. “Is that a euphemism?”
“It should be, Miss Come-to-My-Private-Studio.”
Pixie hopped up and began the trek to her car. “More like comeinmy private studio,” she called over her shoulder. Eva’s sharp laugh echoed in the wide emptiness out here, and the sound was one she wanted to wrap around her like a blanket.
The hike up felt faster than the one down, with the adrenaline swirling through her veins. While most people hadn’t been to her home studio, no one knew about her private studio. Given a fair amount of her work was from home, sometimes she needed a change of surroundings, and the facility had everything she needed, as well as a place to store her overflow of paintings. She moved plenty of pieces, but a lot she’d done as a jaunt, ones that might not sell but still spoke to her.
In no time at all, they reached her car. The second she blasted the heat, it warmed her icy fingers and toes, the feeling addictive.
“God, that’s good,” Eva moaned, the sound traveling straight to Pixie’s core.
“Thought you were impervious to the cold, Elsa,” Pixie snarked back as she set off down the road.
“Nah, I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease you.”
Pixie’s heart thudded hard. She loved this. The ease with Eva, how the woman aligned with her better than anyone else. Closeness wasn’t foreign to her—Micah, the crew at Whipped, all of them had introduced her to a warmth she was eternally grateful for. However, this was themoreshe’d been craving. The silent thrill paired with hearth-fire warmth that crackled through her tonight.
The buildings of San Francisco rose around them as she zipped through the city, which glowed with streetlamps. Even though she hadn’t been to the studio in a while, she found her way there from memory alone, having driven to this spot countless times over theyears. After growing up like she did, she coveted these private things the world couldn’t try to steal from her. They were hers.
Yet tonight she was going to share this place with Eva.
The woman had effortlessly worked herself into Pixie’s heart, but then she’d come with Pixie to check in on her mother and sat next to her at her favorite spot. Fuck, Pixie was gone for Eva Abrams.
She pulled into the nearest street parking she could find and shut off the ignition. “Okay, we’re here.”
“Let’s go, dove,” Eva said, hopping out of her seat.
Pixie’s heart thumped hard, and she sat in the silence of her car for a moment.