Page 12 of Playing With Fire
Cass’s voice was low, almost a whisper, as she finally spoke. “This…probably shouldn’t have happened,” she said, but there was no regret in her eyes, only a smoldering intensity that made Evelyn’s pulse race all over again.
“Probably not,” Evelyn replied, her voice soft, barely audible. But she didn’t pull away, didn’t move to leave.
Cass’s limbs moved with a mind of their own, propelled by need, want. She pulled Evelyn in closer, recapturing her soft lips with her own, firmer this time. She bit down, capturing Evelyn’s lower lip between her teeth. She gripped the collar of Evelyn’s perfectly crisp, white blouse in her rough fingers, pulling her into her roughly.
Evelyn didn’t hesitate, giving in to the embrace in an instant, melting into Cass’s strong arms. She wrapped her hands behind Cass’s neck, tangling her fingers through the hair at her nape.
A final tug on Evelyn’s lips, Cass pulled back, breath heaving. She held Evelyn’s sharp chin in her fingers and locked eyes.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Probably not.”
“Fuck it.”
“I’d much rather you fucked me.”
Cass chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”
She moved even closer, turning her attention to Evelyn’s neck, kissing and biting along its length, across her collar bone; all the while, she fought and tugged the buttons that ran down the front of Evelyn’s blouse. Finally, she undid the last one, popping it through the loop. Cass tugged on the sleeves, watching as the fabric slid off Evelyn’s shoulders, landing with a soft flumpf on the floor.
“Come here,” Cass purred.
Evelyn strolled over casually, as though there was nothing the slightest bit out of the ordinary with their current circumstance.
“Turn around.”
Cass leaned into her, pressing herself against Evelyn’s back, running her hands up and over her shoulder and slinking down to her breasts. Evelyn felt herself shiver as Cass’s calloused fingers dragged across her soft, sensitive skin. Cass slowly grazed her way down her stomach, around her hips, and up her spine, stopping to toy with her lacy bra strap.
“Is this what you want?” Cass whispered.
“God, yes.”
Unhooking the strap, Cass let it fall to the floor, smiling. Cass’s hands went to cup Evelyn’s breasts and gently caress her nipples, and Evelyn let out a soft gasp. Cass plucked Evelyn’s left nipple between two of her fingers, pulling gently, twisting only slightly.
Cass’s hands dropped, and Evelyn let out a disappointed moan that quickly turned into impatience as Cass’s fingers found their way to her belt, slowly sliding her pants down her hips.
She was still caught in her daydreams when Cass sauntered back to her, catching her off guard as she pushed Evelyn up against the office wall.
There was a gleam in Cass’s eyes that Evelyn couldn’t quite make out, and that spurred her on as she slipped out from beneath Cass’s grasp and spun her around against the wall. “My turn now, don’t you think, Captain?”
She pressed Cass’s palms against the smooth, cold wall, hoping Cass got the message. No touching.
Cass’s dark navy shirt was yanked from where it had been firmly tucked into her pants, and Evelyn began unbuttoning it. Precisely, methodically. Cass smirked as Evelyn undid the first three buttons, only to reveal a lighter blue shirt beneath.
“What idiot designed a uniform with two layers?” Evelyn muttered to herself.
She tugged at the hem of Cass’s undershirt, pulling it loose. Moving the collar of the navy shirt to the side, she wrestled with the top several buttons before she grabbed at Cass’s left arm.
“Up.”
Cass obeyed, reaching both arms toward the ceiling as Evelyn pulled the pair of shirts up and over her head. Evelyn reached around and unclasped Cass’s bra with practiced ease. Old and graying, the garment fell to the floor, starkly different to Evelyn’s pretty black one that was strewn several feet away.
Evelyn stepped back, surveying Cass’s topless form, still pressed against the wall.
“Like what you see?”
Evelyn didn’t bother to reply. Instead, moving forward and ducking down, she took Cass’s right nipple in her mouth.