Page 14 of Playing With Fire
She glanced at the clock on the dashboard, the late hour reminding her that Evelyn would be alone, likely absorbed in her work. That image sent a thrill through her, a quiet sense of anticipation that she’d been trying to ignore since they’d first collided, both literally and figuratively, over their duties and loyalties. This wasn’t like her; Cass had always prided herself on keeping control, on separating her personal life from her responsibilities. But something about Evelyn—her resilience, her defiance, the way she stood toe-to-toe with Cass withoutbacking down—had unraveled her usual resolve, leaving her vulnerable to an impulse she couldn’t quite explain.
Cass shook her head, trying to quiet the doubts, but the tension only grew with each passing mile. She knew this was more than a work conflict now; it was something she hadn’t felt in years, a pull that was equal parts desire and challenge. The thought of confronting Evelyn, of finally speaking openly—of doing something reckless—both terrified and exhilarated her. As the office building came into view, Cass felt her pulse quicken, her grip on the wheel tightening as she parked. She knew whatever happened tonight would change things between them, and yet, despite the uncertainty, she couldn’t bring herself to turn back.
It was late, the building was dimly lit, and Cass’s footsteps echoed in the empty hallways. She didn’t know exactly what she was planning to say, but she needed answers, needed to face this thing between them head-on.
Cass arrived at Evelyn’s office after-hours, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way through the dimly lit hallways. The building was nearly empty, giving her surroundings an eerie, hushed quality that only heightened her tension. She didn’t know exactly what she wanted to say to Evelyn, but she knew she needed answers—needed to understand why she couldn’t let this go.
When she entered, Evelyn was there, alone at her desk, a stack of papers spread out before her. She looked up, a flicker of surprise passing over her face as she saw Cass standing in the doorway. But she quickly masked it, her gaze shifting to that unreadable, professional demeanor Cass was beginning to know all too well.
“Cass,” Evelyn said, her voice even, though Cass sensed a subtle wariness beneath her calm tone. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
Cass took a steadying breath, walking further into the office, her gaze locked on Evelyn’s. The tension in the room was like a live wire, the space seeming to shrink as she stepped closer. She could feel her heartbeat thudding in her chest, a blend of anger, frustration, and something else she didn’t dare name.
“I wanted to talk about…what happened,” Cass began, her voice rough and low, betraying the emotions she’d tried so hard to suppress.
Evelyn’s expression softened, just a fraction, her eyes meeting Cass’s with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “Is that so?” Evelyn’s voice was controlled, but Cass could sense the vulnerability lurking beneath her professional mask, a hint of something she didn’t expect.
Cass clenched her fists, trying to ground herself, to push back the emotions threatening to boil over. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” she said, her voice thick with a mixture of anger and regret. “I don’t… I don’t cross lines like that. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
For a brief moment, Evelyn’s gaze softened further, and Cass saw a glimmer of understanding in her eyes, a flicker of vulnerability that made her heart twist. “Maybe it wasn’t supposed to happen,” Evelyn replied, her voice quieter now, almost tender. “But it did.”
Evelyn’s words, the honesty in them, broke through Cass’s defenses, igniting the frustration and desire she’d been holding back. She stepped closer, the air between them thick and charged, her pulse racing as Evelyn’s gaze held steady, unwavering. Cass could feel the magnetic pull drawing her in, stronger than the restraint she’d clung to all week.
“Evelyn…” Cass’s voice was barely a whisper, a mix of anger and longing, a plea wrapped in a warning.
Evelyn straightened, her eyes never leaving Cass’s. “What are you really here for, Cass?”
The question cut through her defenses, a question she didn’t want to answer. She didn’t have words for the storm raging inside her, the turmoil of desire and frustration.
Without thinking, Cass reached out, her hand brushing against Evelyn’s arm. She felt the tension in Evelyn’s muscles, the barely contained energy beneath the surface. Evelyn’s gaze met hers, sharp and unwavering, and in that moment, the air between them shifted, the weight of their unspoken feelings pressing in on them, undeniable and electric.
The words hung in the air between them, weighty and raw, stirring up every emotion Cass had been trying to ignore. It was like holding back a flood, the force of it pushing and pulling until finally, something broke. Without another thought, Cass stepped forward, closing the last inches between them in a single, heated motion. Her hands found Evelyn’s face, and she pulled her into a kiss that was fierce, unrestrained—a release of all the frustration, desire, and unspoken feelings that had been building for so long.
The instant her lips met Evelyn’s, a rush of heat flooded through Cass, coursing from her head to her fingertips. It was unlike anything she’d felt before—intense, consuming, and completely beyond her control. She felt like she was falling and grounding herself all at once, each touch, each movement fanning the flames that had been smoldering between them for weeks. There was nothing gentle about it; it was raw, an expression of everything she’d held back, the kind of kiss that felt more like a collision than an embrace. Evelyn’s hands slid up her arms, gripping her shoulders as if she needed to steady herself, the touch sending another shock through Cass’s system.
As they broke apart just enough to catch their breath, Cass didn’t hesitate. She felt an unshakable need to hold her closer, to deepen the connection she’d been denying herself. In one smooth motion, her hands slid to Evelyn’s waist, lifting hereffortlessly as if she weighed nothing. Evelyn’s breath hitched, her eyes widening in surprise for just a second before softening as Cass set her down on the edge of the desk, never breaking eye contact. Cass could see the spark in Evelyn’s eyes, the vulnerability and excitement mirroring her own.
She felt a surge of confidence, her usual steadfastness merging with the reckless thrill of finally letting go, of surrendering to this pull between them. Her mind was spinning—torn between wanting to say something and ground herself in words, but knowing that no words would capture the depth of what she was feeling.
The doubt and conflict she’d carried around vanished, replaced with the clarity of this moment. Cass felt herself letting down every wall, every reservation and her thoughts of the department, her team, and her responsibilities fading into the background as she gave in. For once, there was nothing but the two of them, the undeniable magnetism drawing her to Evelyn, the realization that she’d wanted this—wantedher—far more than she’d ever let herself believe.
Her hands gripped the edge of the desk as she leaned in, lips brushing along Evelyn’s in a gentler, more searching kiss, but her pulse continued to race, every part of her alive with the sheer intensity of being this close.
She moved away, kissing softly as she went. Down her neck, her chest, stomach, and her thighs over the neatly ironed skirt Evelyn was wearing today. Down each leg, kissing the soft stocking material that, although sheer, hid the Evelyn’s skin from Cass’s gaze.
Down and down she went, until finally reaching her feet, encased in shiny black heels, whose clicking had become the background music to Cass’s every thought, awake and in dreams. She ran her finger along the toe of the shoe, taking in the smooth, unscuffed surface, so very different toher own worn-in work boots. God, they really did come from such different worlds. But right now that didn’t matter. What mattered was the woman in front of her. She wanted to have her. Touch her. Taste her.
Slowly, teasingly, she slid her hands up Evelyn’s legs, tracing circles with her thumbs all the way up her inner thighs, not breaking eye contact for even a second. She could see the glint of anticipation in Evelyn’s eyes, the flush on her cheeks; she was breathing shallowly, her eyes glazed over with want.
“Mmm, I wonder what you would do if I just tore these stockings right open to get to your pussy? How you would feel driving home all disheveled.” She grinned as Evelyn’s eyes snapped to hers, a shocked expression on her face. “It was only a thought; I’m sure I couldn’t afford to replace them anyway.”
Her hands continued their journey upwards, Evelyn letting out a mewl as Cass hiked up her skirt to her hips. There, beneath the stockings, Cass could make out her panties. Red. Lace again, but red. How naughty. Cass would bet her month’s paycheck that her bra matched, but she didn’t want to distract from her goal to find out.
Fingering the waistband of the stockings and underwear, she tugged them down. Evelyn tilted her hips, needing no encouragement; she wanted them off as badly as Cass did. Sweeping both Evelyn’s legs in a smooth motion, Cass tossed them over her shoulder, hearing them land softly behind her.
Finally, Evelyn was bare to Cass’s gaze, completely shaved and smooth, just a hint of darker pink peeking through.
“Now, don’t be too loud. Can’t have any of your big, powerful bosses knowing what you get up to in your office.” Cass smirked as she dropped to her knees, kissing and teasing her way up the soft skin of Evelyn’s thighs, until she reached her prize.