Gil and I had called an emergency Board meeting; all the old goons were there, my husband was not. The plan was to present them with the facts, Mark’s history of bad decisions, shoddy business practice. The moment he had inherited his parents company it started to slide down hill. His penchant for expensive toys and luxury living combined with risky investments had sealed its fate. With in four years of his mother’s death the company her parents had worked so hard to build was almost bankrupt. Mark took the first buy-out he was offered, protecting his own bank account but not bothering to do the same for his employee shareholders. He covered up his responsibility blaming bad investment strategies on his subordinates. I also told them that his staff here at Ridgecorp cleared every major decision with me first. If that didn’t convince them I’d tell them he had resorted to blackmail, failing all of these the interesting information that Gil’s investigator had discovered would destroy his credibility with the old guard. Luckily we didn’t have to sink to Mark’s tactics. Evidence of his obvious lack of business sense and fear for their retirement funds convinced them to vote him off the board completely and legal methods of ousting him from the company were bantered around the table.

"Katie, I can’t believe you covered for him for this long. Now that’s devotion."

I smile softly at George Chavez, my father’s lifelong business partner.

"You’re not going to stay with the useless bastard?!" Garnet Foster’s gravelly voice chimes in.

"Divorce proceedings are already underway." Gil states happily.

"Well that’s damned good news, I never knew what your father was thinking letting you marry that weaselly queer in the first place." Foster scowls, nods of agreement flow around the table. I wonder what they’d think if they knew about my ‘extramarital’ affairs. I stand up.

"Thank-you for your support gentlemen, it is a huge weight off my shoulders knowing I’m not alone in this. If there is nothing further?"

"We got your back Katie." George says standing up and patting my shoulder.

"Don’t you worry about that divorce neither, woman with your talents, you’ll be fighting them off with a big stick as soon as news gets out!"

"Thanks Garnet, that means a lot to me." I smile my most charming smile, thinking of Nika. Gil follows me to my office and closes the door.

"Well that went quite well, don’t you think." He sits down across from me looking serious. "What’s wrong Gil?"

"Katie, we made a few unexpected discoveries." He slides a folder across the desk to me. Inside there are picture of Mark and a woman who looks familiar, then pictures of him with two kids, a boy about 7 and a girl about 4.

"He’s been with this woman on and off almost as long as the two of you have been married." He studies my face as I look at them. "You don’t seem very upset."

"Gil, you know our union has always been far more business than pleasure but I honestly never expected this." I suddenly feel very sad, for Mark, for this woman he is so desperately trying to live the lie with, and especially for the children. There are also a few recent photo’s of Mark: leaving a bath-house, chatting with a handsome young man on a park bench and then another of them disappearing in to the bushes together. Still up to his old tricks.

"He’s gotten awfully indiscreet, there was a time …" I shake my head and shake off the past. I slap the folder closed and hand it back to Gil. "Honestly Gil, I’m not even surprised. The whole situation is just so sad." He nods and makes the folder disappear into his briefcase.

"Sad, yes but it certainly works to our advantage. How are you doing Katie? This can’t have been easy for you."

"Really Gil, I’m fine."

"Perhaps when this is over you’ll take some vacation time. When was the last time you went away for something other than business?"

"That trip to Curacao!"

"Katie that was the same year Peg and I toured Spain."

"Yes, that’s right."

"That was five years ago!"

"Really?, no! come on it was … Goddamit Gil you’re right!"

"And you only took two weeks!"

"Ok, ok, point taken."

"You know you can call me if you need anything at all." He stands to go.

"Apparently I’m going to need a big stick." I walk him to the door and he puts an arm around my shoulders. "Be good Katie."

"But not too good." We say together sharing an old joke.

Gil’s large frame gracefully maneuvers past the cubicles. Having him around makes me miss my father both more and less. I check the clock, 5:45. I can keep myself busy until dinner, I have no desire to go home to my large empty house tonight. I hope Nika doesn’t mind my business attire.

At 7:25 I’m standing at the front door of her building, I don’t even know her apartment number! I peer through the locked glass door, carpeted stairs and a heavy wooden banister. Old-fashioned gold and black letters are flaking off the inside of the glass. ‘The Avonlea’ it says. I huddle under the metal canopy and wait. The sky has become progressively darker since I left the office. Odds are good there will be a thunderstorm tonight. The door-lock clicks, I turn around and there she is looking beautiful.

"Have you been here long? Why didn’t you buzz?" she asks as she slips an arm around my back. Impulsively I pull her into a hug; it’s full on and heartfelt. When we pull apart we gaze at each other for a moment before I pull away conscious of how public and exposed we are.

"I don’t know your buzzer number, let alone which one is your apartment." I keep my voice light as we walk to the car. I unlock the door for her and close it once she is settled. I scan our surroundings as I walk around the car. There is someone sitting in a tan compact sedan half way down the block.

"What’s wrong?" Nika asks as I buckle up. "You’ve got a strange look all of a sudden."

"Maybe nothing." I check the rear mirror and turn to look at her, she looks nervous, and I don’t ever want her to doubt how I feel about her. "It’s so strange, it seems like we’ve known each other much longer than we have, I like it."

"I know, that’s why I just assumed you knew what number to buzz." She glances away and smiles. I reach for her hand and squeeze it gently.

"Darling, How do you feel about Moroccan food?" I let go and start the car as the first raindrops hit the windshield.

"I’ve only had it once, it was good I liked it."

"Good." I pull out and drive normally for a few blocks; the Tan sedan is following us. Nika and I chat about the weather. The rain has gotten heavy tapping the windows with loud smacks. The wipers beat a quick tune.

"Kathryn, what’s wrong?"

"We’re being followed." Nika turns in her seat, but the back window is foggy.

"Are you sure?" she slumps down in her chair and wipes the fog obscuring her side-mirror.

"The tan sedan two cars back, it’s been with us since we left your apartment."

"Maybe it’s a coincidence?" Her brow furrows and she’s pulled her bottom lip in like she’s biting it.

"Well there’s one easy way to find out. Hang on." I pick up speed and change lanes twice. I take the next right then right again into an alley, I pull a U-turn in a loading dock and speed back to the street to see the sedan passing, the driver looking around. Nika gasps. I turn left into the traffic flow and cross our original path. I take several turns and realize I’ve lost them. I drive down a few alleys and pull through an archway into a small lot surrounded by a two storey brick building. We can’t be seen from the lane. The back door to the restaurant is a few metres away. I turn off the engine and turn to Nika. Her skin paler than usual she looks around at the white brick walls splattered with mud and the tall weeds.

"You take me to the most beautiful places." She laughs a little uncertainly. "Did we lose them? Are we hiding out here for a while?"

"We lost them." I unlock my door, grab the umbrella behind my seat. I slam my door shut and run around to open hers. She looks at me incredulous. "We’re here, this is the restaurant." She joins me under the umbrella and we hurry to the door. Chill damp is replaced by warmth filled with delicious aromas. I shake off the umbrella and prop it against the wall. I lead Nika past the kitchen towards the main room. A waiter in full elaborate costume carries a tray straight towards us he almost topples it when he sees us. He manages to right himself.

"The customer entrance is at the front." He says sternly raising his tray to push past us and into the kitchen. Rav is standing at the end of the hallway hands on his hips, smiling and shaking his head.

"Whalah! How many time must I tell you Kate Ridgeway!"

"It was an emergency Rav."

"Yes, of course, an emergency, and who is your lovely friend?"

"This is Nika." Nika extends her hand and Rav kisses instead of shaking it.

"It is an honour to meet so beautiful a lady, and let me assure you everyone who works here is sane and rational unlike your escort." Nika turns and looks wide eyed at me as Rav leads us to a private booth. "Feel free to scream if she gets out of hand. Your server will be with you shortly." With that he kisses Nika’s hand again winks at me and unties the curtains to give us some privacy. Our booth is large and cozy with a low oval table and piles of cushions to sit on. Heavy curtains completely surround us creating a tent shape up to the intricate ironwork lamp hanging from the ceiling. There is a small opening showing a fogged window view of the street. I slip off my shoes and take off my jacket. Then I notice Nika is shaking with silent laughter. She sits down to untie her shoes.

"What’s so funny?"

"You, I think I have some notion of who you are and next thing I know you’re driving like a stunt man in the rain; hustle me through some back door in an alley, where the host tells me you’re crazy! I think he’s right." I settle down on the pillows next to her.

"Does that mean you don’t want to kiss me?" I play coy.

"Absolutely not." Emotion hits me like the thunderclaps outside. Heat travels from her lips down my throat to swirl around my abdomen and surges back up my spine. My core is pulsing with desire when she pulls away. The tiny bells on the curtain tinkle.

"Hello." A cheerful voice announces before our waitress slips past the curtains. "You have both been here before, right, so you know you’ll be eating with your hands." We nod and smile, sitting up to accept the small towels she hands us. I put the towel on my knee and hold my hand over the special basin she’s brought with her. From a small kettle she pours warm water over my hands. I use the towel to dry my hands. After Nika gets the same treatment she places two narrow menu’s on the table. "Mint tea?"

"Yes please." I say and she leaves us. We decide on our starters and entrees quickly. Left alone Nika moves a little closer and kisses me. It’s a long delicious dance. We let our hands roam freely. I love the feel of her, my palm on her jaw and thumb on her cheek. My other hand braced on the pillows to keep my balance. Her long fingers are in my hair; her other hand grazing over one nipple. When the waitress returns we sit up a bit straighter and focus on the tea.

Nika takes a quick sip and lets her eyes travel slowly up my body, the look in her eyes tingles my spine.

"Sorry I didn’t have time to change out of my work clothes."

"Don’t be, you look incredibly sexy in dress suits. I really like that pair of grey wool slacks paired with that platinum blouse. Especially the view from behind."

"But, I only wear that outfit when it’s quite cold… you haven’t seen …" She’s tilted her head and let her hair fall forward a little. She’s leaning on her hand so her face is quite close to me. "So that day in the bathroom, that wasn’t the first time you’d seen me?" She slides one hand up my thigh slowly and then down again to rest on my knee. I switch the cup to my other hand so I can caress hers,

"No. I think it was last winter. In the smoke-shop."

"I’m sure I would have noticed you."

"Well, I was all bundled up, it was something like minus 20."

"Ah that’s when you were a bike courier." She nods. "Well, I’m certainly glad you liked the view." The waitress jingles the curtain, we don’t pull our hands away. She smiles and deposits our appetizers on the table.

"Your main course takes about 35 minutes, so relax and enjoy. Would you like anything else to drink?" We both decline and she leaves us alone in our private sultans tent. Nika’s hand moves, cups my jaw as she pulls me into a deep kiss.

"Who needs wine." She says when we separate a few minutes later.

"Indeed." I gaze at her feeling incredibly happy and alive. I watch her elegant fingers tear off a piece of flat-bread and realize that I had given up on ever feeling this way again.

"Ryn" I smile at how she says my nickname. "Who do you think was following us?" I’ve been dreading this.

"Well, my soon to ex-husband hired a private dick to try to blackmail me."

"You’re married! Why didn’t you? I mean, I … why didn’t you tell me?" Nika has pulled away and is sitting ramrod straight looking like I’ve just told her I only have two weeks to live. I reach out to hold her hand.

"I didn’t want … I guess I was afraid you’d misunderstand."

"but you’re getting divorced? Do you have kids?"

"Gods no! Nika, the whole marriage was a sham from the start, we’ve never even slept in the same bed." I pull her hand up and kiss her fingers, closing my eyes and praying to the stars that I haven’t blown my chance with this goddess. I look her straight in the eyes before I continue. "We met in college,. Everyone thought we were dating; we knew we were gay so it was the perfect cover"

"Still, why would you?" She looked pained. I give her some space but leave our fingers entwined.

"I know it sounds bizarre. My father died when I was 20, his will stated that I would inherit his share of Ridgecorp when I got married! I had to marry someone, and Mark’s parents were pressuring him as well. We were already pretty comfortable with the façade. I honestly thought I could divorce him a few years later and that would be that."

"So what happened."

"I suppose we got trapped in the lie, it made our business lives a whole lot easier. The hint that we might get divorced actually effected company stock, apparently a married female CEO is a safer investment than a single one."

"Oh my god! Kathryn, how could you live like that? So no-one knows?" She pulls her hand away but only to stroke my arm.

"A few very trusted individuals know, my lawyer, Sheila suspects I think."

"With the black hair and funky glasses." I nod taking a piece of bread. "She sort of screams, don’t you think."

"Really, you think so?"

"Well it was obvious to me."

"Yes, but you’ve got insider information." She has relaxed and I move a bit closer. "So you forgive me for not telling you all this on our first date?"

"Yes, it probably would have freaked me out, and I suppose at that point it was none of my business."

"And now?" I savour a bite of bread and lentils.

"Now it is my business, because I care about what happens to you."

With the air cleared between us we settle in to enjoy our meal and each other. There are few things as erotic as feeding each other and licking your lovers fingers in a semi-public space. Our entrée is hen roasted with almonds and apricots. It’s coated in honey.

Nika maneuvers closer to me sitting with one knee bent and the other one up.

"Come here." She says putting a hand on my hip, I move into the space between her thighs and she lifts my leg closest to her letting it rest over hers. This arrangement makes it quite easy for her to slide her hand along my inner thigh as she kisses me again. The hand behind my back pulls me close and holds me there. I feel myself clenching and tightening with wanting her. Her fingers almost reach the edge of my bush, then she pulls back. She plucks a sticky almond from the hen and pairs it with an apricot slice before holding it up to my mouth. I smile a little and make her wait for a moment before opening my lips for her. Once the tasty morsel is safely inside she slips her finger off my bottom lip and licks off the honey. As I chew I reach over and pull off a little strip of meat; swirling it in the honey filled sauce before delivering it to her lips. She takes the meat and pulls the tips of my thumb and finger inside her as well. We’re leaning quite close to one another now. Her leg supports my back and my left hand is wrapped round her waist. My right hand moving from the food to her glorious mouth. We slowly strip the platter of its contents thinking of the many places our hands and lips might go next.

"This feels so primal." Nika says pulling off a strip of breast-meat. "so sensual."

"That’s how I usually feel around you, like I’m discovering parts of myself I’d lost."

"The parts that make you want to eat with your hands?" She smirks at me.

"Well my hands are certainly involved, and so are yours."

"I see, are you trying to seduce me?" she teases.

"Private booth, soft lighting, exotic meal, no not at all." I tease.

"Well that’s too bad."

"Oh?"

"Cause it’s working."

I pour us both more hot mint tea and lick the honey off my thumb. Nika has been watching me and her arousal shows on her face. She grabs my hand and takes a sip of hot tea, then slowly and methodically, one by one, sucks my fingers into her mouth and then slowly draws them out. I think I may orgasm from the combination of watching her and feeling her hot tongue on my skin. We stare silently at one another for several long moments then I reach for her hand and proceed to lick her fingers clean as she’s licked mine. Wiping off her hands then tucking her napkin under the rice bowl she turns towards me. She lowers her back leg and moves mine from her left leg and hooks it over her right one. Then she moves even closer to me encouraging my right leg to hook over her left. Fully face to face now our kisses take on a whole new flavour. While our lips are making love she lifts me up and shifts her legs so I’m sitting on top of her. She kisses my neck and chest while her finger’s torture one nipple. I hold back a moan. I lean my head to capture her lips; her other hand moves over my hip and bottom squeezing and sliding down and under. Fingertips brush my vulva and pull wet arousal from me. I can’t help but arch myself a little more. Goddess the heat of her hand on my ass. Her other hand leaves my breast. Both of Nika’s hands on my ass are too much. We topple over on to the pillows, still kissing I grind my mound against hers which she’s pushing up against me her hands locked on my hips keeping me tight against her.

"Darling we’ve got to get out of here." I pant into her ear. She wraps her arms around my back and we kiss for several more minutes.

"Kathryn!" she sighs and closes her eyes, "I can’t believe we just did that. I can’t seem stop myself with you."

"Darling, I’m certainly not complaining." I lean up on my hands

"I love how you call me that." She reaches up and pulls me towards her. She leans up and our lips meet. My arms wrap around her pulling her close as our mouths connect, one moment urgent and searching the next tender and slow. I could keep this up for hours.

"Kathryn" she moans softly. "I could make love to you right here." Desire blooms all over my body, blood is pulsing to my hips and thighs. I feel my muscles clench and wetness building.

"Nika, I think we should go, yes?"

"Yes" We kiss for a few more minutes, then we straighten up, put our shoes back on and leave our booth.

"Leaving so soon?" Rav smiles knowingly at me. "You really must come by more often." I pay and we say goodbye to Rav. We stop at the ladies room, there was a lot of tea drinking and our hands need a proper wash. We stare at each other’s reflection in the mirror and I think about the first day we met.

"You are so beautiful." Nika says pulling me into another kiss not caring that our hands are wet. The door opens and our waitress walks in she smile at us broadly and says, "Enjoy your evening ladies." As she closes her stall door. I feel myself blushing and Nika is biting her bottom lip.

"You’re so cute when you’re blushing!" she says pulling open the door. I retrieve the umbrella and turn to her.

"CEO’s are never cute, and we never blush!"

"Right I’ll keep that in mind." We dash through the drizzle to the car.

"So where to then?" I ask starting the engine.

"Well the walls are rather thin at my place."

"What on earth are you implying, Annika." I flip on the radio it’s an Abba song.

"What station is this I love ABBA!" She turns it up and sways in her seat like she’s dancing as I push the speed limit on half empty streets.

"I never would have guessed you were an ABBA fan."

"Isn’t everyone?" she says in all seriousness. A mellow Beatles tune comes on next. "Blah" she says pushing buttons "Sorry if you’re a big Beatles fan this will never work. What CD’s do you have?" She hits another button and the song starts where I last turned it off."

"Help me. You broke apart my insides. Help me! Your sex I can smell!’

I glance at her and her mouth has fallen open her eyes wide and smiling.

"Kathryn Ridgeway! I never would have pegged you as a Nine Inch Nails fan!"

I can feel myself blushing a little but don’t care.

"Well I heard this song and I had to buy it."

‘I want to fuck you like an animal. I want to feel you from the inside.’

"What have I gotten myself into." She slides her hand down my arm and then under it to rest on my thigh. I think: ‘Oh my, it’s a good thing we’re almost there.’.

*********

The very moment we’re inside her house I pull Kathryn into another kiss.

"Don’t you want a tour?" she smiles up at me.

"Couldn’t it wait until tomorrow?" I slide my hands up under her jacket

"Oh, I think so." She drops the jacket on a bench, slips off her shoes and pulls me towards the staircase.

"Wait." I untie my damp shoes and leave them at the bottom of the stairs. I look up and she’s slowly walking backward unbuttoning her blouse. I take two stairs at a time. She bolts away from me laughing. I catch up to her just inside the bedroom door. She spins in my arms and we’re kissing again. She’s so much fun, so free, when we’re alone, it’s hard to connect her to the proper-reserved executive mask she wears. We kiss and stumble towards the queen-sized bed.

"Wait!" she stops me with a hand on my chest, for a moment I’m taken aback. Then, she starts to massage my taut nipple through my shirt, her eyes look dark.

"You are wearing far too much clothing." She smirks at me and pulls my long sleeved knit top up off my head. She looks lovingly at my breasts and then kisses me again while her hands go to work on my button fly black jeans. In no time we’re facing each other wearing only our underwear. Kathryn cups my bra clad breasts and kisses each one reverently, then she slides her hands down my sides and pulls off my panties. She looks up at me as I step out of them.

"You’re such a Goddess." She says then kisses a path up my thigh just barely grazing my bush. I can’t help the low moan that her lovemaking draws out of me.

I can tell she’s trying to go slow to draw out the pleasure and make it last as long as possible, and she is very very good at creating pleasure, but part of me wants us to be in the thick of it right now. Coated in each other’s wetness and sweat, grinding together gasping and groaning between kisses. Kathryn’s mouth is making slow love to my breasts my bra has disappeared during my brief reverie and she is pushing my breasts upward, one nipple in her mouth the other gloriously tortured by her delicate hands. Every pull of her lips seems to reach down through me. I’m so very wet, the muscles inside me are clenched and aching for her. I fumble with her black lace bra. Matching panties soon join it on the floor.

"Kathryn please." I lean back pulling her on top of me on her soft generous bed. Her weight on me feels so proper, so correct; like a state of completion that arrives and then disperses all over me and then it arrives anew. She certainly knows how to kiss; her entire body follows her lips; contact: she curls towards you, hips push against yours, hands pull you closer, legs press. Release and gasp for air: hands slide, back arches away from you, thighs shift, hips lift. Oh Goddess, the noises she makes turn me liquid.

"Nika, can you feel how much I want you?" I can only groan my response, which echoes down her throat. Her wetness is soaking my upper thigh like mine is soaking hers. Our lips dance. With both hands I grab her beautiful ass and pull her hard against me. I don't want a slow sliding burn, I want us locked together, unyielding until we both explode.

"Do you like this darling? Is this what you want?" her voice is low and husky.

"Yes, you?"

"I think I’d like you on top of me." As we roll over she captures my nipple again and grinds against me. She’s sucking my nipple hard as she grinds against my thigh. My back and abs start to burn from the effort of keeping myself in place. She is bucking and rocking, gasping around my nipple. I feel her losing control and hold her a little bit tighter. She finally releases my aching breast.

"Nika! Oh! Goddess!" I shift so I can kiss her while she comes. She’s totally wild now; her fingers dig into my ass and back. My hand finds the gap between the mattress and headboard providing the extra leverage I need to stay on top of her, my other hand cradles her head. For a small woman she can be very powerful. I lean up to look at her; she is lost in a series of orgasms. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her mouth opens and closes with her urgent staccato groans. "Oh, Nika!" She gasps. "Please keep … Gods! Yes!" She pulls me tighter and our mouths collide, she sucks hard on my tongue and I want to be inside her. Her full body contractions start to slow down and she releases my mouth.

"Kathryn, you are so powerful. You make me work so hard, I love the way you make me sweat." I slide down to lick her nipples and she pulls me back to her lips. My thigh reconnects with her soaking pussy and she starts anew, moaning and bucking, faster this time. She braces her feet and pushes up against me slamming against my swollen clit. For a moment I’m thrown off balance and see stars then all that matters is the pulse radiating out from my core. We’re riding each other madly, no propriety, no boundaries between her flesh and my own, our minds and bodies are one. As my orgasms subside she rolls us over and shifts her legs. She’s crouched between my spread thighs her belly brushing against my bush while she’s kissing my chest and stomach her arms wrapped under my sides.

"Ryn, I didn’t think it was possible for that to feel so amazing." She pauses and gazes up at me her hard nipples just barely touching my hips. I want her so.

"What do you mean darling?" She smirks at me, her voice hoarse.

"I didn’t think I could orgasm from simple …"

"Thigh-riding?" I nod feeling a little embarrassed and immensely turned on.

"Well, clearly we’re very good together." She sucks my nipple and then looks up again.

"That’s quite the self-satisfied smirk." I tease.

"Well, Look who’s talking." She moves up onto her hands and then relaxes her whole body on top of mine. We kiss indulgently for several minutes. Kathryn moves onto her side and continues to kiss me, one hand supporting my neck the other roaming my torso slowly approaching my pussy. When her fingers finally slip into my wetness I half groan and half sigh.

"Kathryn."

"Yes, love."

"I think you could keep me going all night."

"Well I’m certainly going to try."

"Ugn, Good." I reach down with both hands and spread my vulva wide open for her. Her slender fingers slide inside me, the heel of her hand presses my sensitive swollen clit. Just her fingers move, ever so slightly, stroking in and out of me. "Kiss me please." I manage to say. Sensation takes over completely when her lips connect with mine. My hips move with her fingers following them. She leans up on her elbow and I slip my arm around her half pulling her on top of me. Her thigh covers my hip and her knee almost covers her hand. I can feel my body climbing again, chills of bliss ripple over me. She cradles my head with her other hand. Bliss blooms into ecstasy as I pull her closer. Our thrusting has gotten faster she pulls her lips away from mine. Then I feel them on my nipple; she has better leverage now. She moans as my body responds to her intensity. I feel so open for her; it’s a new sensation, wanting to spread myself open so she can fill me up. I do spread myself, pushing my knees out and my hips up. Kathryn moans again she slows her strokes for a moment and slides out, before I open my eyes she’s back again only there’s more of her this time. Which is just what I wanted.

"Is that alright, darling?" I feel her hot breath on my chest.

"Yes, Kathryn, Yes." I reach my hands up to brace them against the headboard, every muscle in my body is working toward one goal now and Kathryn is just as determined to take me there. The smell of our sex fills the air it makes me want to taste her. Her hand moves to the headboard as well, good thing, because I’m about to completely lose control. My nipples are rock hard, I like the feeling of her pressed against my bouncing breasts. She’s making me shake all over I gasp with every stroke. She’s slamming into me now her head rests on my chest her back muscles are taut; she’s moving with me breathing hard. She changes her hand position slightly and suddenly shock waves of rapture cascade from my clit. It’s hard to focus on any one feeling, there are so many all at once. So out of control I can’t even form words, only grunts and ragged breaths my whole body goes rigid and shaking. I can’t say how long it lasts but eventually I relax. Kathryn leans up and looks at me her face filled with wonder and light.

"Goddess. You are so amazing." She leans to kiss me, which moves her hand, my whole body jumps and my throat squeaks. "darling." She kisses me and slides her fingers slowly out of me. I jump again as she slips over my clit, the squeak lost in her mouth. Her tongue is taunting mine as she massages my clit making me shake again and again until I can’t feel my legs. I reach down and touch her hand. She stops everything and looks seriously in to my eyes. "You want me to stop?" She looks concerned.

"Only because I really don’t think I can take any more, love." She smiles and gives me a quick kiss. She pulls her hand away and rolls off the bed, leaving me suddenly cold. She pulls the duvet back and I lift up my hips and then feet. In a moment she’s back in my arms and we’re snuggled together in the warm spot made by our bodies and all that friction. "Kathryn, your bum is so cold."

"Well then warm me up." She turns around and presses her back and butt towards me; I happily spoon her. In a few minutes we’re both comfortably warm.

"Nika?"

"Yes, Love?"

"I think we should call in sick tomorrow."

"But I’ve never felt better."

"So we’ll call in well, all I’m saying is darling I want to spend the day together. Can you, miss a day?"

"I should think so, since I’ve never taken a sick day the whole time I’ve worked there." Kathryn shuffled around to face me.

"Glad that’s settled" An hour of kisses and caresses later, we went to sleep.