Thirteen Hours by Meghan O'Brien Page A

just didn’t happen to the Dana Watts who got up at the same time each morning to rush to work, then stayed until the lights were out everywhere in the Boynton Software Solutions building but at her workstation.
    Laurel swayed back around, releasing a sweet peal of laughter.
    “Baby, your face.”
    “Baby, your ass ,” Dana groaned. “I’m speechless.”
    Laurel stepped closer so that Dana was staring right at the lacy black fabric covering the area between her legs. One hand tangled in Dana’s hair, drawing her face closer. Dana closed her eyes and inhaled, enjoying the scent of Laurel’s arousal. She couldn’t believe her own boldness. Her lips twitched with the desire to lean forward and kiss that warm, fragrant space.
    Laurel released Dana’s head and sank down to the floor so she could straddle her thighs. Lap full of mostly naked stripper, Dana felt as though she were floating outside her body, looking down on the scene from above. She stretched out her legs and brought her hands up to rest against Laurel’s lower back, steadying her as she continued to writhe to the music. Her skin was smooth and warm, every inch of her flesh begging to be touched.
    Rocking with the music, she settled down so her pussy pressed against Dana’s thigh, then leaned forward and breathed hot words into her ear. “I’m willing to bend the rules for you, Dana. You’re allowed to touch me all you want.”
    Dana stared at Laurel’s breasts, bouncing gently mere inches from her face. I’m going to pass out for real this time. Her heart pounded so hard she feared it rivaled the volume of the club music. She felt her hands trembling against Laurel’s bare skin, the palms slick with nervous sweat. Her breathing disintegrated into nothing more than a frantic gasping for air, the sucking in of desperate mouthfuls of oxygen.
    Laurel snaked her hand through Dana’s hair again, guiding her face to the impossible softness of the space between her naked breasts.
    “Enjoy this, sweetheart.”
    Unable to refuse, Dana kept her face pressed into Laurel’s ample cleavage and dropped her hands to rest on Laurel’s buttocks. When Laurel groaned, she tightened her grip instinctively, squeezing the firm cheeks with her fingers.
    With a soft cry, Laurel sank against her, cushioning Dana’s cheek against the slope of her breast. Dana couldn’t believe that this was her life, that her lips were parted only centimeters from an erect nipple and her hands were full of naked Laurel.
    She blinked, staring in wonder at Laurel’s pink skin and listening to the heartbeat thumping beneath her ear. In an instant, her feelings shifted from passionate to adoring, and she released Laurel’s buttocks and slid her palms up the length of her back.
    “This is so nice.” Dana splayed out her fingers and held her closer.
    Laurel returned the tender embrace, repeating, “Yes. So, so nice. Dana?”
    “Yeah?”
    “I dare you to let me kiss you.”
    Dana’s heartbeat stuttered and she released an involuntary moan.
    “Is that a yes?” Laurel asked in a breathless whisper.
    “Yes,” Dana said. She loosened her arms and looked up at Laurel with a nervous smile. “Do it.”
    Laurel smiled back. “I’ve been wanting to do this forever.”
    I guess it does feel like we’ve been in this elevator forever, Dana mused. She moaned as Laurel closed the distance between them, cupping her face and pressing her mouth to Dana’s in a gentle kiss.
    Laurel drew away far too soon, asking, “Good?”
    Dana forced herself to start breathing again. “Your lips are so soft.”
    “So are yours. Want to do it again?”
    Dana nodded. “Turn off that godawful music first.”
    Laughing, Laurel turned and reached awkwardly toward her iPod, half falling on the floor to reach it. Dana moved with her as she stretched out. With a desperate jab, she cut the bass-heavy music and they were left with the sounds of their mingled breathing, heavy and aroused.
    “Where were we?”