Page 70 of For the Record
Coy couldn’t decipher the edge to her tone, but the disbelief and disapproval were obvious. “Well, no,” she quickly amended, wishing she hadn’t brought the subject up. It’d been more of a passing mention than anything, in between what she’d had for lunch that day and what she was currently working on at the shop. “I noticed money missing and asked her about it. Sloane said she took some for upgrades on some of our camera stuff.”
“Did she provide receipts?”
Coy lowered her gaze, pushing around the chicken on her plate. “Well, no,” she repeated. “I mean, I can ask for one, though.”
“I no longer speak to my brothers, or my parents for that matter, but if I did, I still wouldn’t let anyone have access to my bank account.”
“You have brothers?” Coy couldn’t hide her surprise. For some reason, she’d imagined Sawyer as an only child. She shook her head. “We’ve known each other for almost five months, and I’m just finding that out?” Of course she was. Just because Sawyer had softened some around her didn’t mean she trusted Coy.
“You’re missing the point,” Sawyer said coolly, cutting into her chicken and taking a bite. She chewed, and Coy’s gaze dipped to her sensuous mouth. When she swallowed and swept her tongue out to her bottom lip, a spark of lust ignited inside Coy.
“Point?”
“Yes, McCoy. You’re too trusting. Too giving. You would probably givemeaccess to your bank account if I asked.”
“I would.” Coy didn’t need to think about it. She knew she would. Perhaps she was jumping the gun on their relationship, but she had surmised long ago that there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for Sawyer.
Sawyer only scoffed. “Then you’d be anesti de cave, darling, just like I was for so many years. Don’t ever let anyone have so much power over you. Not your sister, not Frankie. And not me.”
“With all due respect, sweetheart, I would rather trust too much than not at all.” Coy bit her lip, thinking of the many vulnerable encounters she’d had with Frankie. Thinking of the little she did know of the lone wolf. “I trust Frankie with my life. I trust Sloane because she’s family and has never given me reason not to.” Coy got to her feet and went around the kitchen table to Sawyer. She knelt in front of the older woman, looking up at her with wide, earnest eyes and praying Sawyer believed what she was hearing. Coy whispered, “And I trust you, Sawyer, with every part of me. I refuse to think up scenarios where you break that trust. I am … this is it for me, sweetheart. You hold all the power here.”
Sawyer’s eyes darkened. Her hands tightened on Coy’s forearms. “What are you saying?”
Coy swallowed, but she refused to back down. “I-I think you know.”
“So, what? You’re willing to do anything I ask?” Sawyer’s hand cupped the back of Coy’s head, her nails scraping along her undercut. Her voice grew husky. “Even crawl across the floor like a cat? Or strip off all your clothes right here in the kitchen? What if I told you to walk naked into your bedroom, put on the strap on, and let me ride you until I come?”
A gush of air left Coy, and she bowed her head into Sawyer’s lap. Giddiness and anticipation rode a tidal wave through her, and she shuddered. “Fuck yes.” She was eternally grateful for the late nights they’d spent talking about sex toys over the last week, although the option of Sawyer riding her cock was the last thing—
“Then do it, darling. Strip for me.”
Arousal pooled low in Coy’s belly at the command. She had to hold back a groan when she jumped to her feet and brushed her crotch against Sawyer’s knee. With gazes locked together, Coy scrambled to undo the buttons on her dress-shirt, cursing the fact she didn’t go casual tonight with a hoodie.
“Not like that.” Sawyer shook her head, a hint of mischief behind her eyes. “Slower. With music. Dance for me.”
Was she mocking Coy? Was this Sawyer’s way of testing her devotion? Either way, Coy was game. She was no pro like Jasmine, but if her girlfriend wanted a striptease, that’s what she would get.
“Yes, ma’am,” she purred, pulling up Spotify on her phone.
“Don’t call me ma’am,” Sawyer replied, but her lips were curled in a half smile.
Coy pulled up her favorite sexy playlist, choosing not to dwell on the random lovers she’d taken to bed with it playing in the background, and began swaying her hips. Sawyer watched her dance, an amused—albeit disbelieving—expression on her face. Coy felt a bit too clumsy to pull off proper seduction, but she tried her best.
“Now unbutton your shirt.”
Coy licked her lips, never taking her eyes off Sawyer as she undid her overshirt, still swaying her hips to the music. Her clit was already swollen and throbbing, and they’d just gotten started.
“That’s it,” Sawyer murmured, her gaze smoldering as she watched the dress shirt fall to the floor. The feel of Sawyer tracking Coy’s every move had her body flushing with arousal. Being the center of Sawyer’s focus, even briefly, was incredibly intoxicating. “Your arms are exquisite, darling. Now your tank top.”
Reaching for the hem of her ribbed tank top, Coy pulled it slowly over her head, flexing her arms as she did so. A breathysigh left Sawyer. “Mon Dieu, Chérie. Si forte et si alléchante. Tu me captives.”
Coy didn’t want to break the trance to ask Sawyer to translate. She had her suspicions anyway, and the idea of her captivating Sawyer was a dopamine boost like no other.
“This is all for you,” she said softly, reaching for her belt buckle.
“Not yet. Take off your bra next. I want to see you.” Sawyer grabbed Coy’s belt and tugged her closer. Coy grinned, unable to resist straddling one of Sawyer’s thighs as she tugged her bra over her head. The material fell away, and then Coy put her arms around Sawyer’s shoulders,absolutelyloving the response Sawyer had to her breasts being so close.
“You can touch them.”