Tina moaned, shutting her eyes, feeling herself succumb to Bette’s hot kisses and seductive caress. “B-e-t-t-e,” she protested softly, “baby, I have a meeting.”

“Be late,” Bette murmured huskily, as she pulled Tina towards the bed, continuing to kiss and nibble on Tina’s neck, feeling a throb grow deeper down in her core.

Tina tried to lean back, away from the dangerous direction of the bed, fighting the deep sense of yearning for even more of Bette as it grew, and struggled to keep her focus on what they were talking about. “It’s just such a big step, Bette, you’re getting back into the art business.  And all I’m saying is that I wish we had discussed it first.”

Bette drew her head back, took both suit jackets from Tina, laid them over the back of a nearby chair, and then gently untucked the blonde’s sexy top.  “I’m just joining Logan in a few deals, T, using some art that we own as part of the deal structure.  As far as the other side is concerned, Logan is the front man, I’m a silent partner, and even Logan doesn’t know all I’m trying to do is find out who’s in the art-based structured finance market, or at least doing these types of deals.  I can’t do that well if I don’t have some “skin” in the game, T.”

Tina felt goosebumps race across her skin as Bette continued undressing her.  Her throat was parched, and she asked hoarsely, “So what art are you putting up for this first deal?  What was the other guy interested in?”

Bette unhooked the blonde’s bra, kissing Tina’s collarbone as she slid her bra-straps off, murmuring, “One was a female nude that I treasure …”

Tina cursed herself for falling apart so quickly, melting under the spell of Bette’s seduction, but smiled at the unintended pun the brunette had just made.  She answered huskily as she untied the brunette’s robe, “Well I wouldn’t begrudge him liking the female nude.” She slipped off Bette’s robe and ran her fingers lightly over the exposed skin, enjoying the immediate response she felt from Bette’s quickly hardening nipples as she ran the back of her hand against them, and relished the clear hold she continued to have over the brunette, judging from goosebumps she provoked everywhere that she touched Bette’s soft, silky skin.  She covered those pillow-soft lips with a long, scorching, wet kiss.  Bette.  Bette.  You’re the only one for me.  And I know I’m the only one for you.  She knew Bette would be wet, so wet for her down there.

The brunette moaned into the blonde, as she braced Tina’s naked back, and gently laid her down on the bed.  She drew her head back from Tina’s white-hot kiss, murmuring, “Hmm… no, I wouldn’t either.”

“I hope you’re charging him full price,” the blonde quipped, then moaned softly as Bette started a trail of hot kisses, moving slowly from Tina’s neck, gliding her lips over Tina’s chest, covering it with soft kisses, and then making her way down to the blonde’s navel.

“Um … the nude is priceless, actually,” Bette murmured as she lingered over Tina’s navel, licking her there, pausing to admire the blonde’s ultra-fit abs and core.   One day, she’d have to convince the blonde to overcome her self-consciousness and sit for a favorite painter.

“Are you talking about …,” Tina asked with a smile, lifting her head and glancing down at Bette.

Smirking, Bette parted Tina’s legs, making room for herself, and slipped a pillow under Tina’s cheeks, to give her a better angle to “go to town” with.  “I was talking about the art … and this nude,” Bette answered with a smile, winking slowly at Tina before dipping her head between the blonde’s parted legs.

“Y-y-y-e-s-s-s-s, baby,” Tina moaned.  Her last organized thought was, “Uhnn, the perils of certain mornings with Bette, and having a hot wife, in general.  So hard to say no to … I guess I’ll just have to move that meeting with Adam to tomorrow. Pretty sure he won’t mind …”