2. Meeting an Old Fling

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I'm rushing back to the marketing office, so I can still make it to the meeting before our new potential client arrives. Of course, today is the day that the project lead forgets the logos we're trying to sell. Panting, I slide into the elevator, reaching down to rub my ankle.

Terrible day to wear heels. The door refuses to close, and I almost curse out loud when a woman I recognize but can't quite place walks in. Every bit of frustration gets stuck in my throat.

She's wearing dark gray slacks with lace-up boots and a cashmere knit, with thick black hair cascading down her shoulders. She was gorgeous. Every thought is left on the first floor as the doors close.

Her eyes flick to me, then hold. I swear I recognize that half-smile and the fire in her eyes. Um, hi.

She arches an eyebrow at me, glancing at the thick board just behind my legs. She shrugs, then gets off at the same floor I do. I take in every inch of her as I follow her confident strides to the conference room.

Throughout the meeting, I can't keep my eyes to myself. She's so enticing, so much better than talking logos. She taps a pen against her lips, then our eyes meet and I feel a thrill of electricity.

I definitely know her. Once the meeting ends, we all shake hands. She approaches me, and just as I'm about to introduce myself, she interrupts me to say, Hi, Claire.

Nice to see you again. Ah, Alessandra. The name fits into place.

Every dirty memory of our week together flashes through my mind. When she speaks, I swear her voice is made of velvet. We should catch up over dinner.

Sure. There's a nice restaurant just down the block. Alessandra and I sit in a cozy booth right across from each other, her foot brushing my ankle.

We catch up, laughing as we drink and talk about what we've been doing since we saw each other last, dancing around the fling we had. I stroke her hand and feel the heat across my skin. Alessandra looks me over, and that's all it takes to make me wet.

Her fingers lace between mine, and I remember holding hands like this as we came together in bed. She looked a lot different back then. She used to have a buzz cut and a way of dressing that might not exactly be appropriate office attire.

She has changed a lot since then, but I can still see a couple of tattoos picking up from under her sweater, reminding me of the bad girl she used to be back then. Shaking my head of the memory, I try to stay focused, but I think Alessandra's just as eager as I am. She asks for the check.

We fight over it, tugging back and forth until I suggest splitting it. As we walk out, I rub my hand down her back and feel her press into my palm. Alessandra and I pause just outside the restaurant.

I have to be sure I'm not imagining the electricity between us, the heat, and the lingering touches. I still think about you. And that's all it takes.

I sweep her up into my arms and kiss her hungrily, our tongues teasing and stroking the fire that rips through me. I clutch her close, tangling my hand in her hair as her body molds to mine and her hands rub over my hips. Let's get out of here.

My place? She nods and waves for a cab. I give my address and try to behave on the way to my apartment.

Her hand strokes over my thigh, and I catch it just before she can get us both in trouble. I like the danger in her eyes as I kiss her palm. It's like no time has passed at all.

We race up the stairs, but once we get to my door, I kiss her again, devouring her moans until my keys fall out of my hands. She bends down to get them, pressing her bottom against me. Slipping my keys into my hand, she lets me open the door, then presses her silky lips to my neck, driving me insane.

She hasn't forgotten just what I like, the slow brush of her tongue against my skin while tugging my shirt from my skirt. I undo two buttons as she takes a few steps back and unzips her slacks, letting them fall to the floor around her boots. I toss my shirt to the side, eager to have her back in my arms, but she points to my skirt.

I step out of my own heels and unbutton my skirt, kicking it off until I'm standing in my bra and underwear just like she is. I hate the space between us, so I motion her forward with a finger. She giggles and reaches behind her to undo her lacy bra, dangling it from her finger before dropping it to the floor and taking a step back.

I follow, eager to touch her. Once I have her back in my arms, I stroke her satiny skin, homing her breasts and circling her nipples with my thumbs. She shivers and her breath catches.

I love watching the way she moves when she's turned on. She blushes as she reaches around to unclip my bra. I let it fall to the floor and lean forward to whisper in her ear, Touch me.

Her hands palm my breasts, gently pinching my nipples. I slide my hands down her hips into her panties. You can be a little rough with me, baby.

She pinches a little harder, squeezes my breasts a little more. I shiver and squirm, needing more. We move to the bed as I kiss across her neck and cup her ass, rubbing myself against her.

I lay Alessandra back and tell her to get comfortable. I want to savor every moment. So I kiss across her throat as my hands stroke and caress.

I suck her nipples between my lips and feel them harden against my tongue. I keep teasing her with my tongue as I tug on her panties, wanting so badly to slide my hand inside. Alessandra raises her hips, pressing against me.

She's so impatient, drags her panties down as my lips continue down her belly. I run my fingers around her belly button, then between her thighs, needing to feel how wet she is for me. Her breathing gets heavier as I kiss along the insides of her thighs and slip one finger inside her to feel how wet she is.

She gasps, but rocks her hips against me. She's dripping wet, totally soaked, but a finger isn't enough. I want to try my toy on her.

I bite my lip and grab my toy from the bedside table. Alessandra pants as I flick it on, nodding her head eagerly. I run the toy up her inner thigh, then over her slit, teasing at the lowest setting as I tell Alessandra how beautiful she is, how every moan turns me on, how I can't wait to watch her come.

I want her on the edge by the time I use the vibrator on her. I slide the toy over her lips a few times, then gently rub in between, rubbing across her clit lightly. Alessandra groans and arches her back.

I bet it feels amazing. I rub it just over her clit, using a faster speed as Alessandra's eyes close and her lips part. She looks so sexy like this.

I want to please her, to make her come, to make us both come. I apply more pressure and watch her hips rock against the toy. I know how badly she wants it inside her pussy.

I gently bite the inside of her thigh and she gasps. Please, please, please, I want more. I can't resist that.

I slide the toy inside her, working it deeper, inch by inch. Her moans are louder, deeper, as she grips the sheets. I thrust it harder, watching her body rock into it.

I love feeling her shake and tremble as she tries to hold out, but she doesn't have to. Come for me. Then I lick across her clit, devouring her as I thrust the toy in and out of her soaking pussy.

Alessandra comes hard, her body shaking and spasming before she shivers and relaxes back into the bed. Now it's my turn. I climb over her until she grabs my ass and pulls me down onto her face.

She breathes across my pussy, then licks along the inside of my thigh. I'm soaking wet and she's still making me wait. I groan, but I hold still as she kisses and licks everywhere but my pussy.

It's driving me insane, turning out my frustration, but making me even more wet. I want to beg her to lick me, finger me, anything and everything. It's the best kind of torture.

Please, Alessandra. Her fingers slide along my dripping slit, then spread my pussy to lick across my clit. She licks and sucks, devouring me intensely without any restraint.

I moan and ride her mouth as she laps up the juices that are pouring out of me. She knows just how to use her tongue on me, plunging deep into my opening before returning to my clit, over and over again. I'm so sensitive.

I try to pull away, but her arms lock around my thighs, keeping me against her mouth. Yes, just like that. I'm gonna cum.

I can't hold out anymore. I can't stop. I can feel it in my legs, heat and pleasure rolling up through me until my whole body is shaking and throbbing as I grind down on her mouth.

Her fingers and tongue slow as I come down from my orgasm, panting. I pull her mouth to mine. I can taste myself on her and moan as I rub my body against hers.

As we lay in bed together, talking about how wild it is to see each other again after all these years, I'm reminded of how abruptly things ended last time, how heartbroken I was. I realize I might be falling just as deep all over again, and I wonder if I can handle it.