Chapter Fourteen

Since Bette is working late and the sun seems to be showing no sign of setting Ive decided to take a walk. Im giving myself one guess as to where Im going to end up.

I sigh contentedly as the streets become more familiar, excitement slowly stirring inside of me at the thought of Bette. Its becoming increasingly difficult for me to let go of her in the mornings.

Every night I sleep in her bed or she sleeps in mine because I cant bear to be away from her, not even for a single night. I guess its a good thing that I could do my job in my sleep because most of the time I can hardly concentrate.

I think Bette had me in the palm of her hand the very day that I met her. And when I visited her at her gallery, alone, I had no chance. The second she kissed me I was hers. But never, not even in my most x-rated dreams would I ever have imagined the way she makes me feel. The way she kisses me, the way she touches me, the way she makes love to me. I know its corny but I cant help but feel like shes changed me. Like the morning after we were first intimate I wasnt the same Tina anymore. Like every single person that passes me as I walk towards Bettes gallery knows all the ways that Bette has touched me, knows that I cant get the image of waking up next to Bette out of my head.

My mind takes me back to this morning, waking to find Bettes arm draped across my stomach, her face nuzzled delicately into my shoulder, her expression adorably child like. Feeling her body, naked, and warm, and soft against mine. Watching with lust filled eyes as she teasingly stretches under the silk sheets, winking at me before her lips immediately claim mine. Remembering her whispered I love you as she pulled herself away from me limb by limb.

I stand infront of the door to the gallery, peering through the glass at the emptying room inside. I spot Bette immediately, her entire body oozes professionalism. The way she directs herself, the way she speaks like youre the only person in the world that she has time for right now…ok maybe thats just me but shes definitely dedicated to her craft. I watch as she talks up one of the paintings to a flustered looking man. Bette doesnt ever need to sell art because people end up buying it just to please her. Shes just that incredible.

I push open the door, sneaking off to a corner and looking over my shoulder when Im satisfied that Bette hasnt spotted me. She continues to talk to the man stood infront of her, her voice just a trailing whisper. I stand in my little deserted corner thinking of ways to surprise Bette. I look down at the outfit I wore to work, my grey skirt and fitted white blouse isnt exactly going to invoke the kind of lust that Bettes power suits do. At least my lingerie is red. The only thing Bette likes better than my red lacy bra is when I wear nothing at all. The thought brings a smirk to my lips. I glance around with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as I slip my hands under the back of my blouse, unclasping my bra and sliding it through the sleeve of my top. I stuff the offending item into my bag and try to act normal. I never was good at this kind of stuff.

I move over to the next painting, slowly inching my way closer and closer to Bette. Shes so close to me now that I can pick up the scent of her perfume in the air.

Absolutely, we can do that for you She tells the man, her warm smile exposing her pearly white teeth. She offers him her hand and he shakes it gratefully.
It was a pleasure doing business with you He gushes as I stand near to them, rolling my eyes.
Any… She glances sideways, in that one swift movement of her intense dark eyes, catching sight of me. Her eyes hold mine, her mouth hanging open from her unfinished sentence. …erm… She laughs uneasily, and I turn away from her grinning from ear to ear. …anytime

I move away from them, my satisfaction at getting Bette flustered written all over my face. Standing away from her, I can still practically feel her pawing me with her eyes. My body covers in goose bumps, a wave of desire spreading through my body. I feel her near me before she has even spoken.

Can I help you… Bette begins, standing beside me looking straight ahead at the painting infront of us, the sides of her lips curling into a poorly concealed smile. …Madame?
I dont know, what do you have to offer? I tease, glancing sideways at her. She licks her lips, pursing that amazing mouth.
Everything you see here She purrs. I let my eyes roam her body, that figure hugging black suit with its silk blue blouse, and its three buttons undone at the top to reveal the black bra I watched her put on this morning.
Its an attractive offer but, I dont know, I just dont think Im tempted enough by your proposition
She stands behind me, so close that I can feel her warm breath tickling the back of my neck. How about I throw in my empty office? She whispers into my ear.
I bite my bottom lip, my heart thumping with desire. Does it have a lock?
It has a desk She replies suggestively.
Good enough for me!
She takes my hand, both of us struggling to keep in our giggles. Dave could you hold the fort for a bit? Miss Kennard is interested in purchasing the Heidi Weeden portrait I can practically see the dollar signs flashing in Daves eyes.
Certainly Miss Porter, Ill make sure youre not disturbed
Its Bette Bette reminds him, ushering me into her office. She closes the door leaning against it, her eyes almost liquid with passion. I sit on her desk keeping eye contact with her as I slowly begin to unbutton my blouse.
Will this get me that portrait cheaper? I ask my voice a low moan.
She grins coming to me immediately. Baby this… She tells me both of her hands coming to my hips and pulling me to her in one swift thrust. …would get you that portrait for free I wrap my legs around her, smiling against her lips as she continues to undress me.
I cant be bought She chuckles sliding my blouse off to kiss both of my naked shoulders. I wouldnt… Her fingers brush against bare *****, her mouth dropping open. …youre not wearing a bra I pull her closer to me.
I took it off. I wanted to surprise you She laughs softly sweeping the contents of her desk onto the floor with a wink. She pushes me down against solid mahogany and lowers her body ontop of mine.
I love my surprise She grins, kissing me with a rising passion that seems to flow from her to me.
I thought you might I say, kicking off my shoes as she struggles with my skirt. She growls in frustration sliding the skirt upwards, her eyes taking in my bare legs appreciatively. She runs her hands from my ankles to my thighs and I feel them tremble in anticipation. She grins down at me, her fingers dancing across my thigh sliding over the crotch of my damp panties. Bette I breath out, arousal gripping my body as I arch my hips towards her teasing touch. She shakes her head at me, darting her tongue out to sweep a damp trail inbetween my naked *****.
Not yet She warns, a hand coming to my breast stroking my erect nipples until I writhe under her touch. I want you to be surprised too She whispers, taking my nipple into her mouth the tip of her tongue circling it as my hands come to the back of her, clutching the material of her jacket.
Bette I groan, my entire body humming with sensation as her tongue expertly fondles my *****. Take your clothes off baby I plead, my body rising and falling as her lips move to my neck and up to my earlobe. I want to be able to feel you properly She looks up at me, her lips swollen, her lip stick smudged, she grins moving away from me and pulling her shirt up and over her head.
Better?
Not yet I undo her bra, sliding it off of her. Unzipping her trousers and pushing them down until there around her ankles in a clump Much better I purr. When she slides her body back onto mine I can feel her warm, and solid against me. My legs wrapped around soft skin she kisses me and I tug on her hair, a fire burning inbetween my thighs. I writhe underneath Bette, my nails scraping against her bare shoulder blades as a sheen of sweat covers our moving bodies. I grip the back of her neck kissing her hard as she thrusts her thigh inbetween my legs. Her breathing becomes steeper, her ***** against mine, our hips just touching. Bette I gasp, my heart heavy in my chest, my senses flooded with Bettes every movement. My hips buck harder, desperately seeking the friction of her overwhelming body. I can feel myself growing wetter, feel the throb between my legs as my body starts to tingle. She sits up, pulling me to her before I have a chance to complain, her hands sliding down my body to cup my *****. As her fingers slide easily inside me, I reach for her my hands nestling inbetween her thighs.
*****… I kiss her almost desperately, fiercely, knowing, feeling that Bette is as close as I am. T Her voice is strangled with emotion. She thrusts her hips against me one last time, she tenses around my fingers as I tense around hers. I fall back onto the desk breathing heavily as she lies down ontop of me, cradling my body to hers.
I didnt know ***** could be this good I tell her still gasping for breath. With her face resting against my chest, her eyes dart upwards to meet mine a lazy smile gracing her flushed face.
Its because were in love She answers, entwining her fingers with mine, her voice steady and undoubting.
That may be but if somebody walks in here and finds us like this, their not going to care
Of course not, theyll be too busy looking at you
I wonder what your colleges would say if they knew what a sweetie you really are
Dont tell anybody, its bad for business