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Previously from Chapter 10
“I wanted to run after you the other day when you left the office to pick up Angie. You were as fucking sexy as you were walking away. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” Bette reveals. “I thought back to when we were first dating and you brought lunch to my office this one day and you practically tied me to my office chair.”
“That day…” Tina’s eyes light up at that memory. “Oh please. You loved every minute of it.”
“No maybe about it.” Tina recalls every minute of that lunch and giggles. “Maybe I should have tied you down tiger.”
“It wasn’t necessary, you had me.” Bette kissed the back of Tina’s hand. “But if I recall correctly, I made you scream my name more than once that night.”
Bette had no plans for dinner that night instead she skipped right to dessert. And in their world dessert for Bette always meant Tina. Between the ground shaking orgasms she bestowed on Tina, Bette fed Tina her favorite chocolate, strawberries and whipped cream layered onto all the right places on Tina’s delicious body. Yes, Bette had certainly indulged Tina with her own version of dessert that night.
“You did, you did.” Tina’s smile is huge as she recalls the intimate night that Bette had presented to Tina when she arrived at her apartment.
“That was a sweet day and night.” Tina now kissed the back of Bette’s hands.
“You’re right, that was an awesome day.” Bette looks at Tina’s moist lips. That old yearning hitting her hard. “And this morning in the kitchen, I wanted to kiss you so much.”
“Do you still want to?”
“You know I do.” Bette whispers.
“So what’s stopping you?” Tina looks lovingly into Bette’s deep brown eyes, begging her.
The next step was Bette’s to take.
Saturday Night Bette’s Study
“Very.” Tina replies lost once again in the magnetism that is Bette Porter.
Bette wraps her right hand around Tina’s neck and slowly pulls Tina towards her.
Tina’s hands gently slide down Bette’s neck and rest at its base. They tremble slightly. She feels Bette’s strong heartbeat pulsing rapidly, excited. Bette’s scent assaulting Tina’s senses. That old familiar tingling sensation running up her spine at the nearness of Bette. Anticipating that kiss from Bette.