She headed back to the living room, grabbing the trinkets on her way and tossed them under the bathroom sink. Anna gasped as she caught a glimpse of her reflection. “Shit,” she cursed.

  Her hair sat atop her head in what was meant to be a messy bun, but it looked more like a family of birds had decided to nest there. She looked down at her ratty clothes; her pink shorts were tattered at the edges. She had an old, faded Van Halen t-shirt on with more holes than swiss

  cheese. There’s no way I’m opening the door like this, she said to herself.

  Annabel stripped her clothing and threw it in the laundry basket. She turned on the faucet and wet her fingers. She tugged on her hair tie, freeing her curls from their confines.

  Annabel ran her wet hands through her hair and tamed her wild mane. She inspected her reflection in the mirror when she noticed how dry her lips were. Annabel dug through her makeup bag until her eyes settled on a small tube of Chapstick. She uncapped it and glided it across her lips, puckering them slightly. There, she nodded.

  Goosebumps erupted all over her skin as the cool breeze came through the window. I should probably put something on, she said to herself. Annabel stepped out of the bathroom and made a beeline for her closet. She ri ed through each article of clothing. Nothing fancy, she noted, flitting through her dresses. Nothing too casual either, as her hands skipped over more old t-shirts. “This will do perfectly.”

  LILLIAN PULLED up in front of the modest Greek supermarket and placed her car into park. Her hands shook as she unbuckled herself from her seat. Lillian pushed the car door open but she couldn’t make her legs move.

  She shut the door and rested her head on the steering wheel. “Am I really doing this?” she asked herself. Her phone jolted her out of her internal dilemma . Lillian clicked on the notification. I’m ready for you, the text read.

  With that one text and those four words, Lillian’s doubts vanished. They were replaced by her desire, her need for Anna.

  Lillian could feel her heart race; it was thumping against her ribcage. She got out of her car and marched towards

  Anna’s door. You’ve done this before, she reminded herself.

  Lillian balled her fists and lifted her hand. Breathe. She tapped her knuckles against the wooden surface. A tenuous light came on; it shone through the frosted glass panels. She heard the stairs creak through the door before it swung open.

  All her nerves dissipated when Anna came into view. She looked almost ethereal as she stood there smiling, her tan glowed against the deep red satin robe she donned. Lillian’s eyes traveled up her body, her eyes trailing Anna’s exposed décolletage. The sharp lines of her delicate collarbones, and her thick, voluminous curls that framed her face. Lillian watched Anna’s smile transform into a smirk as she eyed her. Lillian’s gaze settled on her glistening lips.

  “I think I’m a bit overdressed for the occasion,” Lillian breathed out.

  Anna reached out and laced her fingers through Lillian’s and tugged lightly, coaxing her in. “We can fix that.”

  She followed Anna up the stairs and through another door. Lillian stood by the entrance, her eyes taking in the setting. Anna’s apartment was small, but it was elegant. The lights were dim with candles scattered through the room and soft music playing in the background.

  Her attention was brought back to the woman standing in front of her. “May I?” Anna whispered. Her fingers grasped the collar of Lillian’s blazer. She nodded wordlessly. Her breath deepened as Anna slid her hands across Lillian’s shoulder and discarded one of her layers.

  “And this?” Anna asked, her fingers poised around Lillian’s shirt buttons.

  “Yes,” she breathed out.

  Anna undid each button unhurriedly. She slid the thin blouse o of Lillian’s body and left it discarded on the floor.

  Anna’s hands moved to her own clothing as she tugged on the silky red fabric holding her robe together, leaving her

  naked body exposed. Lillian’s breath quickened as Anna inched closer, she slid her hand to the base of Lillian’s neck and pulled her in. Their noses brushed; lips parted, breath shallow in anticipation.

  Lillian closed the gap and pressed her lips against Anna’s with fervor. She laced her hand through Anna’s curls and slid the other across her waist, to her back. Their bodies flush against one another. She moaned when Anna’s tongue brushed along hers. Lillian’s head tilted back as Anna’s supple lips left a trail of kisses down her neck. Anna’s hands slid down her back and unclasped Lillian’s bra as Lillian leaned into Anna’s touch. The warmth from her mouth caused Lillian to moan as Anna enveloped her breast, her tongue glazing over the perked nipple.

  Lillian brought Anna’s face back up and kissed her. She pushed Anna up against the wall and ran her hands all over her body. She felt her own core pulsate and slid her hand in between them, parting Anna’s folds. The sound of Anna’s moan sent a shock up her spine. Lillian placed her lips on Anna’s while she collected the silky liquid and glided her fingers along Anna’s wet folds. Anna’s body jerked forward when the tip of Lillian’s fingers circled her clit.

  Lillian could feel herself drip as Anna moved her hips against her hand. Lillian slowly dropped to her knees, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. She parted Anna’s legs. Lillian’s hands slid behind her thighs and cupped Anna’s supple behind, grabbing a handful and squeezing.

  Lillian looked up to see Anna staring back at her, a smirk played on her lips.

  She guided Anna’s legs over her shoulders and wrapped her glistening clit with her mouth. Anna kept her eyes on Lillian’s as her back arched, she moaned deeply and laced her fingers through Lillian’s hair. Her tongue moved

  languidly across Anna’s pussy. “You taste amazing,” she purred.

  “You feel fucking amazing,” she heard Anna moan.

  Lillian hummed in content and drew soft circles on her clit. Anna pushed her sex against Lillian’s mouth. “Faster,”

  she gasped.

  She pulled away from Anna, a smirk formed on Lillian’s lips. “What’s the rush?”

  Anna whined at the loss, thrusting her hips forward.

  “You’re such a tease.”

  Lillian flicked her clit with the tip of her tongue, a smile on her face as Anna’s body jerked forward.

  “I want you,” she panted.

  Lillian slid her hands behind Anna’s back and got to her feet. She walked a few paces and laid Anna on the couch, resuming her movements. Anna’s heels dug into Lillian’s back as she pulled her in closer.

  “Fuck,” Lillian heard Annabel breathe out.

  She pulled her mouth away and slid her fingers inside her.

  Anna moaned at the new sensation. Lillian curved her fingers upwards and began to thrust back and forth.

  Anna’s back arched and she pushed her hips against Lillian’s hand. “More.”

  Lillian’s body ached for Anna; she could feel her entire body buzz. She slipped another finger into Anna’s wet heat and moved faster. “Fuck,” they both whispered. Her thumb rubbed against Anna’s clit as she thrust her fingers. Lillian couldn’t believe the sight in front of her. Anna was writhing in pleasure, her legs on either side of Lillian’s head. She wanted her. Lillian was overcome with desire. She reveled in every moan that left Anna’s lips. How their bodies were already connected but she kept pulling her in, as if they could be any closer.

  Lillian’s lips enveloped Anna’s clit again, her mouth moved rhythmically with her fingers. She curved her fingers upwards and applied pressure to the soft spot in Anna’s core.

  Lillian peered through her lashes; she watched as Anna moved her hips frantically against her tongue. Anna’s moans grew more frequent. “Right there. Please don’t stop,” she panted.

  She quickened her pace, her hand on Anna’s waist as she guided her body. Lillian felt Anna’s legs quiver, her grip in Lillian’s hair tightened, and her moans grew louder as she was pushed over the edge. Her hips ground against Lillian’s face and slowed as the orgasm washed over her.

  “Fuck,” she panted. Lillian placed soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. Anna’s chest rose and fell rapidly.

  “Come here,” Anna ordered.

  Lillian stood in front of Anna and slipped o her skirt and underwear before she climbed on the couch and straddled her. Their lips found each other immediately.

  Annabel felt Lillian’s nipple graze her skin as they kissed.

  She could feel the wetness sticking her thighs together as Lillian moved her hips against hers. Annabel trailed kisses down her neck and sucked lightly; a guttural moan left Lillian’s lips. She peered up at Lillian hovering above her.

  Lillian knelt above her, naked. Anna took a moment to admire her body—the slight curve of her breasts, her lean torso, and her porcelain skin. “You’re beautiful.” She ran her hands up Lillian’s waist and massaged her small breasts. She slid one hand in between Lillian’s legs and found that Lillian’s lips were slick with wetness.

  Annabel smirked. She parted Lillian’s lips, spreading them with her fingers. “You’re drenched.”

  “You have no idea how much I want you, right now,”

  Lillian breathed out. Those words set Annabel’s body on fire.

  She grabbed Lillian by the waist; Annabel slid further down

  the couch and pulled Lillian’s hips onto to her lips. She heard Lillian moan when her mouth enveloped her clit. She hummed, relishing as she tasted Lillian for the first time.

  Her tongue lapped up the wetness pooled in between her legs. Lillian leaned back and Annabel gasped when she felt Lillian’s fingers move over her clit.

  Fuck, she thought. Annabel felt like a raw nerve ending—

  every inch of her body was sensitive. She felt Lillian’s moan vibrate through her as her tongue moved up and down Lillian’s soaking wet folds. Annabel alternated her tongue between Lillian’s swollen clit and pushing it inside Lillian as far as she could and her own hips jerked forward with Lillian’s fingers on her center.

  “I’m going to come,” she heard Lillian pant as she began to grind down slightly on Anna’s face. Annabel slowed her actions and grabbed Lillian by the waist, laying her flat on her back on the floor.

  “Not so fast,” she replied with a smirk.

  Lillian shot her an incredulous look. “No,” she whined.

  Annabel inched closer and nibbled on Lillian’s earlobe.

  “You tease me, I tease you,” she whispered. She flipped Lillian over on her stomach and spread her legs. “I want to enjoy this view.”

  Annabel ran her hands over Lillian’s ass; she massaged one of her cheeks and squeezed it. She wiped the smile o of Lillian’s face—she gasped when Annabel’s hand came down on her behind, leaving a red hand print in its place. Annabel spread Lillian’s legs and parted her lips as she carefully pushed two fingers inside her.

  “Yes,” she heard Lillian breathe out. Annabel moved her fingers slowly, thrusting them back and forth. She watched as Lillian moved her hips against her fingers. She loved watching Lillian’s ass move. Her hand instinctively grasped Lillian’s waist, guiding her movements. Lillian’s fist

  wrapped around the edge of the rug and she moaned loudly,

  “Right there.” Annabel curved her fingers and with her thumb moving against Lillian’s clit, she quickened her pace.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Lillian chanted and her ass rose from the floor pushing back against Anna’s hand.

  Each moan hit Annabel in her core, she thrust her fingers deeper into Lillian. Lillian screamed out in pleasure. “Your mouth, please. I want to feel your tongue,” Lillian begged.

  Annabel lifted Lillian’s hips and brought her to her knees.

  She pulled her fingers out of her and laid on her back.

  Annabel slid under Lillian’s body and brought her hips down to her mouth. Her hands groped the inside of Lillian’s thighs as she straddled Annabel’s face.

  Annabel enveloped Lillian’s lips in her mouth, sucking them gently before using her tongue to part them. She peered up and watched as Lillian ground her hips against her face. Annabel felt Lillian’s wetness drip down her neck. She swept her tongue over Lillian’s clit. The tip of her tongue flicked her nub. With every movement, Lillian’s body jerked.

  Lillian’s breath was shallow, her movements grew more frantic, and her moans escalated.

  “Fuck, you’re amazing,” Lillian gasped out, her hips pressed flush against Annabel’s mouth. She tucked her hand under her chin and slowly pushed her fingers into Lillian, curving them upwards. Lillian moaned loudly; her body bent forward. “I’m cumming,” she breathed out. Annabel felt Lillian’s hips push down on her face and a series of loud moans escaped her lips. Her movements slowed as she rode out her orgasm.

  Annabel slid her fingers out and moved out from under Lillian and she collapsed to the floor. She rolled over pushing her blonde hair back from her face—it was flushed pink.

  “Thank you,” Lillian panted. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

  “The pleasure is all mine,” Annabel smirked. Lillian propped herself up on her elbows. Annabel watched as her eyes darted across the room. Lillian sighed and got to her feet.

  She watched as Lillian bent to pick her underwear o the floor. “Leaving already?”

  The room was silent. Lillian continued to search the floor for her clothes, her face expressionless.

  Why is she being like this? Annabel thought.

  Lillian slipped her underwear on, then her blouse.

  “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, “why is this taking so long?”

  Annabel got o the couch and walked towards her. “Hey,”

  she placed a hand on hers and lifted her chin so their eyes could meet.

  Lillian’s head hung low and she let out a heavy breath.

  “What’s going on? Talk to me,” Annabel asked.

  She shook her head. “I’m sorry,” Lillian sighed.

  Annabel felt her brows knit tightly. “What for? My orgasm was fucking amazing.”

  “No, not that. I just…”

  “You what?” Annabel questioned.

  “I was way out of line today. This was extremely unprofessional of me and I never—"

  Annabel placed a finger over Lillian’s lips. “I invited you over.”

  “Yes, but I—"

  “Nope,” she insisted.

  “I’m really sorry,” Lillian repeated.

  Annabel placed a hand on her hip, “What for? For having a great time? I don’t know about you but that was mind-blowing. I don’t think I’ve ever had such an intense orgasm.”

  “That could be the pregnancy,” Lillian blurted.

  “Don’t sell yourself short, Lil,” Annabel chuckled.

  “You’re fucking amazing, pregnancy or not.”

  “But see, that’s what I mean. I’m your OB; this is completely unprofessional and not to mention unethical. I just couldn’t resist anymore. You’re so attractive and all the flirting. You’re like a magnet, I just want you all the time, but it can’t go anywhere and fuck, now I owe Lori five dollars!”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there,” Annabel said.

  “We’ll circle back to you owing Lori five dollars later, but first of all, thank you. I think you’re extremely attractive too.

  Secondly, I have no problem with you being my OB and it has nothing to do with what we just did here.”

  Lillian opened her mouth to speak but Annabel held a finger up. “Let me finish.”

  Her shoulders slumped but she nodded her head in agreement.

  “Third, I won’t tell anyone if you won’t. So, you won’t have to worry about anyone finding out,” she concluded.

  “I don’t know, Anna. It seems a bit risky.”

  “Listen, what just happened between us doesn’t happen very often. The sex was amazing, why should we deny ourselves that?” Annabel asked.

  LILLIAN WAS TORN because Annabel was right. The sex was amazing and she knew it. Their chemistry, the way their bodies fit, the orgasm she had was intense. No one had made her feel that good in a long time.

  “These things always turn nasty,” Lillian sighed.

  “Lil, I’m not looking for anything. Honestly, I’m not in that place. I’d rather we just kept this whole thing casual.”

  “Casual?” Lillian repeated.

  “Casual,” Annabel confirmed.

  “You’re sure you’re okay with this?”

  “More nights of body-quivering orgasms with a hot doctor? I’m sorry, who in their right mind would pass up on that?” she chuckled.

  “If you’re okay with me being your OB and we keep things casual then…” Lillian trailed.

  “Then?” Annabel continued.

  “Then, I don’t see why we can’t keep this arrangement,”

  she smiled.

  Annabel felt the corners of her lips pull into a wide grin.

  “Fan-fucking-tastic. When do we start?”

  Lillian chuckled, “When do we start? What is this? A job?” She bent down and picked her skirt o the floor.

  Annabel pried the skirt from her hand. “What do you think you’re doing with that?”

  “Getting dressed?”

  She smirked, throwing it behind her. “What’s the rush?”

  Annabel wrapped her fingers around Lillian’s wrist and led her to the bedroom. “I was thinking we could do that again.”

  10

  Lillian stirred, the scent of co ee filling her nose. Her eyes snapped open and her body lurched. “Shit,” she muttered. She stumbled out of bed, in search of Anna.

  “Anna?” she yawned.

  “Kitchen!” she heard her call out.

  Lillian winced; the light streaming through the windows were harsh on her tired eyes. “What time is it?” She rubbed her eyes as she walked towards the kitchen.

  Anna held out a cup of co ee. “Here.”