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Bette was talking to James on the phone and waving her hands in the air to make her point. “That’s right James, call him back and tell him…yes that is correct…call him this morning. No, I will not meet that price unless he comes into the office and signs the contract. Thank you, James…” she trailed off, hanging up.
She continued to shake her head and sort through her clothes, finally settling on her black power suit and a crisp maroon collared shirt. “You know, Tina, I cannot believe the nerve of that man…” she started but Tina rose quickly, walked over to her and stood before her.
“Not now, Baby”, she said taking off her towel and pushing Bette back on the bed, where Bette sat, one eyebrow raised. “We are in our home…in our bed…just you and me…I have you for 45 more minutes before we leave for work and I have better things to listen to…”.
She knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled Bette’s hips closer to her until she was sitting on the edge of the bed right in front her. She reached for Bette’s thong and pulled the material to the side, exposing her pussy. She opened her up, taking a probing lick. “Mmmmm…I wanted a taste of you…I need a taste before I go to work” she said, spreading Bette’s legs wider and beginning to lick her in earnest. “Tina” Bette exhaled, falling back on the bed. Tina dove in, spreading and thrusting and licking as Bette grabbed her head and pushed her in deeper. All thoughts of the art sale and the gallery vanished from Bette’s mind as her body and Tina took over.
An hour later, they pulled out of the driveway and headed for The Planet. Bette had made no more mention of work and her cell phone went to voicemail when it rang. She held Tina’s hand while she drove.
Some of the gang was at The Planet already, and Bette grabbed her usual order to go before coming back to the table long enough to plant a sizzling kiss on Tina’s lips. “I owe you one or three, Baby” she whispered in her ear, ignoring the eye rolls and gagging sounds Alice was making. “Who’s counting?” Tina replied, pulling Bette back to her for another kiss.