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Odette was surprised how stubborn her rival had become. From sly and touchy-feely, she’d turned shy and nervous. Maybe she wasn’t such a hard-nosed bitch after all—unless this was all part of the game she was playing. Maybe she ought to drop it and see how she reacted.

“It’s fine,” she began. “We don’t have to—”

“Okay, I’ll do it,” Anya said. “You’re right. I need to relax more.” She put down her glass. “The truth is, I wasn’t sure about you, about how fierce you were.”

“Fierce?”

“You’ve resisted everything I asked my lawyers to throw at you, plus a lot I didn’t ask them to do. You are extremely resilient, Ms. Jorgensen, which makes you a tough nut to crack.”

“Why thank you. You say such—”

“I’ve seen you naked, but I imagined you to be some hard-nosed, sharp-clawed bitch who had come to bite off my head.”

Odette laughed. “And that’s exactly what I thought about you.”

“Really? No, I’m a pussy cat compared to you.”

“I thought I was walking into the lion’s den.”

“I was worried you were coming here to tear me apart.”

“So why did you send a plane?”

“I wanted to settle this one way or the other. This fight was causing me real pain.”

“Wow.” They both leaned back at the same time, sorting their thoughts, and reconsidering their opinion of the other.

“I think…” Odette began slowly. “We should forget everything we think we know and start over.”

“Agreed.”

“Let’s pretend we only just met.”

“Sounds like fun.” Anya raised her glass. “I love aromatic wines.”

“I enjoy red wine, too, but I find spritzers more refreshing.”

“I like cool air, but love sunshine.”

Odette laughed. “Why not live on a mountain?”

“Because I also love an ocean view.”

“Yeah… kind of an issue there.”

“What about you?” Anya pointed using her glass. “Where do you stand on mountains?”

“I’m usually beside them. Their size inspires me.”

“Cool.”

“Most definitely. Usually close to freezing.”

“Not much opportunity for walking around in the nude, then?” Anya raised an eyebrow.

“Hey! I thought we were starting over.”

“Some things are impossible to forget.”

“Like the idea of you walking around topless, you mean?”

“Yeah, exactly.” Anya smiled. “You’re right about the relaxing thing. I feel so much better now we’re not likely to kill each other.”

“It kinda takes the edge off.”

“So, you want to dress down a little?”

“Can you turn down the AC? My nipples are like rocks.”

Anya choked on her wine. Odette watched in alarm as her new friend’s eyes bulged and she coughed heavily.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Anya croaked. “You caught me off-guard.”

“With the nipples thing?”

Anya pressed a hand to her mouth and nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“I’m sorry. I thought, being a friend, I could tell you anything.”

“I wasn’t expecting such honesty, not right away. But yes…” she coughed. “I can turn it down in here.”

“What about in the bedrooms?” Odette raised an eyebrow.

“My God, you are forward, aren’t you?”

“I meant so I don’t get frostbite when I change.”

“Oh. Oh, sorry, I see.” Anya’s cheeks flushed.

“What were you thinking?” Odette asked, quirking a smile.

“I… oh, never mind.”

“You were think nasty thoughts, weren’t you?”

Anya frowned lightly. “Are you testing me, Odette? Do you think I’m softening you up so I can take advantage of you?”

Odette shook her head. “No, of course…” She sagged as the lie twisted her gut. “I admit it crossed my mind.”

“Well, then.” Anya put aside her glass, rose to her feet and began unbuttoning her blouse. “Let’s clear up that misunderstanding.”

“Okayyy…” Odette leaned back to watch as a black brassiere was revealed.

“My name is Anya Baxter, I’m thirty-eight years old, and I’ve never married. I’m a Leo, meaning I’m supposed to have a huge ego and lust for power.”

“I know all this.”

“Hush. Your turn.” Anya ushered Odette to her feet.

“I’m Odette Jorgensen.” She unbuttoned her blouse. “I’m thirty-three, and an Aries, meaning I’m outgoing, dynamic and confident. Mom said I’m half-Cancer, because I’m emotional, kind and imaginative.”

“Your nipples really are hard as rocks,” Anya observed.

Odette glanced down at her white bra. She was indeed poking through. “Told you.”

“I’ll adjust the AC.”

“Maybe open a window. Let some of that lovely Miami warmth inside.”

Perversely, Anya shivered. “But not too much of it, right?”

“Okay, not too much.” Odette unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing her slim white briefs.

Even though she was pressing buttons on a remote, Anya glanced up to admire Odette’s curvy figure. “Wow.”

“Thank you. Your turn.”

“Um… I love walks on the beach at sunset, when it’s cooler. I enjoy being barefoot, and getting sand between my toes.” She pushed down the tight black skirt and stepped out of it, leaving her clad only in a black bra and matching French knickers. Americans called them tap pants, Odette remembered. The older woman’s hour-glass figure was petite, curving out from her waist toward generous hip-bones.

“Your figure is perfect,” Odette said. “You don’t need to lose any weight at all.”

“Oh… thank you.” Self-consciously, Anya linked her fingers across her tummy. The women stood facing each other, dressed only in their underwear, and an awkward silence filled the room. Anya pushed her dark hair behind her ears; Odette chewed her lower lip. Neither woman was compelled to reveal any more, despite their earlier boasts of nudity in the home.

“Maybe I could find you a wrap?” Anya suggested.

“A lovely idea,” Odette enthused. “We could go native… sort of.”

“Native? I can’t see myself in big shorts and a loud shirt.”

Odette laughed. “I was thinking more of your kind of native. Lightly dressed… maybe topless, but covered by a wrap.”

“You’d do that?”

“Ever since you described it, I’ve been itching to try it.”

“Let’s do it.” Anya kicked off her heels and headed for the bedroom; Odette stepped out of her shoes and followed. The marble floor chilled her feet.

“I might introduce it as a fashion at the next Paris show,” Odette said.

“The topless wrap? Remember where you heard it first. Maybe I’ll launch it before you get to Paris. It is my personal fashion, after all.”

“That would be fair,” Odette conceded. “Sorry, I tried to steal your idea. I’m a horrible person.”

Anya turned to face her new friend. Odette, caught by surprise, almost walked into her. The pair faced each other, only inches apart.

“You’re a businesswoman, and you thought of an opportunity. That’s not being horrible, that’s business savvy.”

“Thank you.”

“However, the fact remains, the wrap was my style.”

“Of course. Hey, maybe we could design something together? Your style, my design?”

Anya made an approving face. “Maybe. Let me think about it.”

“It’d be fun to work with you instead of fighting your lawyers.” When Anya nodded, Odette expected they’d resume their route to the bedroom. Her feet were getting cold on the marble floor. But Anya didn’t move. Odette’s cheeks warmed as Anya scanned her barely-clad figure. In the coolness of the corridor, Odette could feel the heat radiating from the other woman’s skin.

“Anya, I’m getting cold.”

“Sorry, sorry. I was having a moment there.” Anya smiled and moved away. Odette followed gratefully, rubbing her arms to smooth away goosebumps. She couldn’t believe how cold she was getting—and she was from Scandinavia. Anya must have grown up in the Rockies to be so resistant to cold.

“Where are you from, anyway?” Odette asked.

“Nova Scotia, Canada.”

“Ah…”

“Is this because I like it cool?”

“Maybe.”

“Are you cold?”

“Colder than I have any right to be.”

“I’m sorry,” Anya said. “That’s my fault.” The moment they entered the bedroom, she gathered Odette into her arms and pulled her close. The hug was firm, but not crushing. Odette was left with enough room to move back if she chose to. But she was content to remain close, sharing Anya’s warmth, waiting patiently as the chill was driven from her skin. But her feet were still cold, and she told Anya.

“Come over here.” Odette was urged toward a thick rug that lay alongside the bed. The moment her feet touched the soft fur, Odette sighed happily.

“Better?”

“Mm-hmm.” The chill left her feet; they began to warm immediately.

“Let me know when you’re warm enough,” Anya murmured in Odette’s ear.

“It might take some time. I was very cold.”

“No need to rush. It’s best to be sure.” Odette snuggled closer.

“I was thinking…”

“Mm-hmm?”

“This might be even nicer…”

“Go on,” Anya said.

“…if we were lying down.”

Anya pulled back far enough to gaze into Odette’s eyes. “Lying down?”

“If you hate the idea…”

“Of course I don’t.” Anya stroked her friend’s cheek. “I just wanted to be sure…”

“I know. Half an hour ago we were business rivals, now we’re about to go to bed together.”

“If it helps, we’ll still be business rivals.”

“I’d rather not think about that side of things right now.” Odette leaned in and brushed Anya’s lips with her own.

“Mm-hmm. Let’s talk about it later.”

*****

Anya gazed into Odette’s blue eyes. Her irises were fully dilated as she stroked Odette’s cheek, then tilted her head to return the tentative kiss. Their contact was cautious, experimental. Neither woman was a stranger to feminine loving, but both had years of preconception to overcome, a fear of being tricked or manipulated by their possibly devious rival.

But within a minute, their growing lust pushed aside any fears. Odette’s skin warmed quickly, her chest and neck heating as Anya’s hands caressed her back. Their covered breasts squashed together, tingling as both women shifted their bodies to rub against the other. Anya’s hands slid lower; she dragged her fingertips across Odette’s lower back, pressing against the skin to send waves of heat into Odette’s chilled skin. Their mouths opened minutely, and the tips of their tongues met for the first time. Both women sighed quietly. Their breaths were deep, and loud in each other’s ears.

Odette’s heart was racing. The unexpected reality of what was happening had stunned her. She’d expected a nasty, drawn out fight, not sweet, tender kisses—or Anya’s hands sliding onto her buttocks. She leaned closer, pressing her tummy against Anya’s—but she pushed too hard and knocked them both off balance. The pair stumbled, laughing, as Anya staggered backward. She grabbed Odette’s hand, pulling her along as she regained her footing.

“Sorry, sorry…”

“It’s okay,” Anya said. “Maybe it’s time to take it to the bed.”

Odette offered a shy smile. “I’m… I mean, I want to…”

“But?”

“Is this for real?”

“What do you mean?”

“This really isn’t part of some ploy… something you planned to mess with my head.”

Anya smiled. “I was worried you were doing the same to me.”

“Really?”

“Really. I’d heard you were manipulative.”

Odette squeezed Anya’s buttocks. “This is the only sort of manipulation I have in mind.”

“What a wonderful idea,” Anya said softly.

“Maybe we should take it to the bed.”

“Maybe we should get naked first.”

“Good idea. No more fumbling.”

“And we leave all thoughts of business behind?” Anya asked.

“Agreed.” She kissed Anya, then unhooked her own bra. She felt a brief moment of heat as she bared her small breasts to her business rival. No, that was wrong. For the next few hours, Anya was her lover.

Odette pushed down her white panties, exposing her neatly-trimmed hair. Anya’s eyes lingered on her for a moment before she undressed, to stand naked. Anya’s breasts were fuller, with larger areola, and her public hair was entirely absent, the skin waxed into smoothness. Odette reacted automatically, reaching up to cup Anya’s breasts, relishing the weight of the soft, warm skin against her palms. Anya inhaled deeply, a long, quivering breath, then groaned as Odette’s thumbs brushed her erect nipples.

“They’re beautiful,” Odette said quietly.

“Kiss me,” Anya replied. Odette leaned in—carefully this time—and pressed her mouth to her lover’s. Both mouths opened and their tongues met again, flicking and teasing gently.

All business meetings ought to be like this, Odette thought, settled with heaps of love, not lawyers, or anger. Anya reached for Odette’s buttocks, and pressed her mouth more firmly. Their lips moved, rubbing against the others, and their tongues pressed harder. Odette’s breathing hissed loudly through her nose. Her head spun and her skin flushed with heat. Small groans escaped her throat as the kiss intensified by the second. Her hands were trapped against Anya’s breasts. She pinched the nipples firmly, making the older woman groan and roll her hips.

“Mm-hmm?” Odette asked through the kiss.

“Mmm…”

Odette squeezed, kneading the soft breasts, making sure she stayed in contact with the nipples. Anya returned the caressing with firm fingers on the younger woman’s buttocks. Her fingernails stung lightly as she squeezed handfuls of soft flesh. Anya’s hands slid further down until her fingers were brushing Odette’s thighs, then she eased her cheeks apart, letting cool, air-conditioned air caress Odette’s hot, moist lips.

“Oh my God…” Odette broke the kiss and let her head fall back, exposing her throat to the older woman. Her lips trailed kisses down the sensitive skin, sending warm tingles through her body. Odette sighed as the tip of a tongue caressed her throat, then moved onto her chest. Her nipples were aching to be touched, swollen almost painfully. She wanted to push Anya’s head down and hurry the process. She needed to feel the dark-haired woman’s mouth on her breasts.

But the anticipation of Anya’s first touch on her nipples was delicious. Odette had been intimate with only a handful of women, and the lesson she’d learned was patience. The first touch was a wonderful moment, and should be relished, not rushed.  Once it was past, nothing was ever the same again.

If the pair of them ever had sex again, it would never quite match the thrill of this, their first time together. She smiled, wondering what her family would say if she told them the truth about her confrontation with their biggest business rival. Her mother would be shocked, certainly. Conversely, her grandmother would nod in appreciation of a job well done, no matter what it had taken.

But being naked with Anya Baxter was no chore. It was turning out to be the most exciting afternoon of her life, especially now Anya’s mouth was closing on her left nipple. Except…

“Before I do this.” Anya looked up at Odette. “Would you like to lie down? I’m sure we’d both be more comfortable.

“Only if you promise not to stop.”

“I promise.” Anya pressed her lips to the aching nipple, then pulled back. “To be continued, in a few seconds.”

The pair moved to the bed, where Odette laid on her back, and Anya straddled her hips. Odette looked up at the older woman, whose dark hair hung around her face. Her new lover was smiling gently; her green irises fully dilated. She bent down and resumed kissing Odette’s left breast, quickly finding the nipple. But instead of taking it into her mouth, she circled around the swollen flesh, teasing the areola with the tip of her tongue. A sly grin curved her mouth as Odette groaned.

“Please?”

“Please what, Ms. Jorgensen?”

“Don’t tease me. Please? Ohhh…” she arched as Anya took her nipple into her mouth, sucking gently and flicking her tongue across the tip.

“Mm-hmm?”

“Oh, fuck. Yes.” Odette grabbed her breasts and squeezed, pushing the soft flesh against Anya’s face.

“Mm-hmm-hmm…” Anya chuckled, and sucked harder, enjoying the groans she was generating in Odette’s throat. Hands rose to caress Anya’s scalp, stroking the long dark hair, and easing it clear of her face so Odette could watch Anya’s lips working, whilst her other hand toyed with Odette’s right nipple, stroking it with soft fingertips to tease the swollen flesh into aching hardness.

“I love it…” Odette murmured.

“Mm-hmm…”

“Your lips are so soft on me.”

Instead of replying, Anya peppered Odette’s left breast with soft kisses, then moved across to the right, teasing the nipple as she had before. Odette sighed, watching as Anya’s mouth circled her nipple, moving closer each time around. Odette reached down to caress Anya’s breasts, but her hand was playfully slapped away.

“My turn,” Anya chided.

“I don’t get to play?” Odette asked, pouting.

“Soon, my new friend. Very soon.”

Odette smiled and laid back, feeling strangely free. Without the obligation to return the caresses, she could relax and enjoy Anya’s unhurried kisses. She caught her lower lip between her teeth as Anya sucked hard on the right breast, pulling back her head until Odette’s nipple slipped free. Anya peered up at her lover as she repeated the action with the left breast, smiling as Odette groaned.

Anya’s tongue swirled around the nipple, leaving a wet, shining trail on the soft skin. Her soft lips closed on the hard swelling and she sucked again. Odette jammed her knuckles against her mouth to stifle her cries. Anya grinned and sucked hard, teasing with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh my God, that feels so fucking nice.”

“Nice? You want to feel amazing?”

“I’m pretty close to that already.”

“Let me take you to the edge and beyond,” Anya murmured. She trailed kisses down across Odette’s tummy, sliding her hands downward as she moved. Odette trembled with anticipation as Anya moved south, directly toward her pussy. She could hardly believe this was happening to her. She was naked in bed with a woman she’d met only an hour ago, and now this woman was between her legs, about to use her mouth on her. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and so ready to be kissed.

“How. About. I kiss. You here.” Anya said, between kisses. Her lips brushed the top edge of Odette’s neatly-trimmed pubic hair. She smiled as Odette’s tummy trembled. She moved down, finding the top of Odette’s lips with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh my God…”

“Mm-hmm?”

“Oh, fuck, yesss…” Odette whispered as Anya’s tongue stroked her lips, slipping across the wet, slippery skin and pushing past them to the slick, smoothness beneath. Odette grasped handfuls of Anya’s hair and hung on as the dark-haired woman’s tongue found her tight opening.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes…” Odette groaned as Anya drew up slippery juices, spreading them between her lips and up to her clit. She moved her hands down and stroked Odette’s thighs, squeezing gently as she drifted closer to her lover’s wet pussy. Her fingers pressed into the soft skin, stroking and kneading, forcing deep groans from Odette’s throat. When her fingertips found the light covering of hair, Odette cried out and rolled her hips, rubbing her wetness over Anya’s face.

“I love having your mouth on me.”

“I love the way you taste.” Anya pushed her tongue into Odette’s opening, making her arch. Odette used Anya’s hair to pull her harder against her wetness, and was rewarded with a swirling, probing tongue. Odette giggled nervously and rubbed Anya’s face up and down her pussy.

“Mm-mm-mm-mm,” Anya murmured, grinning. Her tongue pushed out between her teeth as she continued to lick.

“Ohhhh…” Odette groaned. She moved Anya’s head so her mouth was on her clit, then held her there. Anya leaned in and sucked the hard, fleshy button, flicking it with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh my… fucking… God!” Odette squealed through clenched teeth. She was more than ready to cum. She needed to cum. Her entire body was tensed, a coiled spring aching for release.

“Please… please…” she cried.

“Please?” Anya’s voice was muffled.

“Please help me cum.”

“And what if I don’t want to?”

“Oh, please don’t say that.”

“Then beg me.”

“Please…”

“Say you’ll give me everything.”

“What?”

“Give me your business. The whole company.”

“Wait! What?” Odette tried to sit up.

“I’m kidding,” Anya said, grinning. “You ought to see your face.”

“Don’t be horrible. Not at a time like this.”

“I’m sorry. It was a mean trick. Here…” Anya pressed her flattened tongue against Odette’s pussy and licked from tight opening to swollen clit.

“You better be extra nice to me after being so mean.” Odette groaned and shivered as a finger slid into her, followed by a second. She left one hand clutching Anya’s hair, but her other hand reached up to squeeze her breast, clutching it painfully. Her thumb and forefinger pinched the nipple, rolling and squeezing as Anya’s tongue brought her closer and closer to a climax.

“Fuuuck…” she cried out, throwing her head back. Heat spread through her pelvis, spreading across her body like wildfire. Her muscles tensed, her buttocks clenched and her body lifted from the bed as an invisible hand squeezed her deep inside. Anya’s mouth clung to her pussy like a clam; her tongue lapping frantically at the soft, slippery flesh as Odette bucked her hips hard.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck…!” She squeezed her breast until her nails stung the skin. Her grip was so tightly meshed in Anya’s hair, she worried she was going to tear it out. But just as the peak of the orgasm started to pass, Anya jammed her fingers deep inside Odette and began finger-fucking her.

Odette wailed, pedaling her legs against the bed covers, trying to escape the thrusting fingers. A second, bigger orgasm overtook her almost immediately, and she thrashed and writhed, crying out for Anya to stop. But there was no mercy. Anya kept fucking until Odette was reduced to a sweating, trembling mess.

“Oh, please… oh, please,” Odette wailed.

“Please, more?”

“Oh, no. No, no, fuck no.”

“Are you sure?” Anya pushed her fingers deep, twisting her wrist to drive Odette crazy.

Odette’s eyes were wide with shock. “Oh, God, no…”

“Okay, since you asked so nicely.” Anya chuckled and withdrew from the slippery mess between her lover’s legs. She crawled up Odette’s body and kissed her deeply, making sure she spread the slippery juices on her face across Odette’s cheeks.

“You taste… of me…” Odette managed.

“Isn’t it divine?”

“I don’t think… I’ve ever cum… so hard…”