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  Copyright © 2012, 2014 by Lauren Gallagher

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  2012, Carnal Passions

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  September, 2014

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  Beth loves Naomi, but there’s one thing she wants that Naomi just won’t do. Now Beth’s starting to wonder if she’s going to have to choose between the girl she loves and a fully satisfying life in the bedroom.

  But tonight, Naomi’s got a little surprise for Beth, and it could change everything. Perhaps Beth can have both after all.

  This one’s for the girls.

  About What This Woman Wants

  What This Woman Wants

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  “Beth Turner, how may I help you?”

  “Hey, gorgeous.” Naomi’s voice brought an instant smile to my face.

  “Hey, you.” I sat back in my desk chair. “What’s up?”

  “Nothing, nothing. I was just thinking.” Oh Lord, she had that playful lilt in her voice. “Do we have plans tonight?”

  I shivered. There was never any telling what she had up her sleeve when she asked that question. Thankful for the privacy of my office, I coiled the phone cord around my finger and grinned. “Not that I know of. What did you have in mind?”

  She gave a soft, conspiratorial laugh. “You’ll see. Wear something sexy and come over to my place after work.”

  Another shiver. “I’ll be there around six thirty.”

  “Good. That gives me plenty of time.”

  “Plenty of time?” I raised an eyebrow for no one’s benefit but my own. “For what?”

  She giggled. “Oh, you’ll see.”

  “Naomi—”

  “Are my surprises ever unpleasant?” I could almost see her batting her eyelashes.

  “I love your surprises.” Understatement of the century. “You know that.”

  “Then don’t worry about it. I’ll see you at six thirty.”

  “Okay. See you then. I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  After we hung up, I stared at my phone, grinning like an idiot. Excitement tingled along my nerve endings—Naomi was the queen of sexy surprises. Once, she’d taken me to a swinger party and we had the time of our lives. Another time, she’d somehow arranged a threesome with a stunning lingerie model. And then there was the roleplaying, complete with costumes, which usually ended in equal parts orgasms and hysterical laughter.

  Our sex life never got boring, that was for sure. I always had a dopey smile on my face on my way out of her place at coffee thirty in the morning. It was one of a million reasons why I was head over heels in love with her.

  Though anticipation of this evening was making it impossible to concentrate on work—I was lucky it was a slow afternoon—I tried not to let myself get my hopes up about one particular thing. But . . . no luck. Whenever she said she had a surprise, there was that inkling of preemptive disappointment in the back of my mind because I knew what it wouldn’t be.

  She knew what I wanted. We’d discussed it, but I hadn’t pushed the issue because she wasn’t interested and I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. That, and I was sure if I kept at it, she’d eventually lash out at me like one of my last girlfriends had:

  “If you’re so desperate to be fucked by a cock, why don’t you date a goddamned man?”

  Cringing at the memory, I sighed and rubbed my eyes. I wasn’t interested in men. I wasn’t even a little bit bisexual. But in my uncertain younger days, I’d dated a few, and while the attraction had never felt close to right, I did love being fucked. A lot.

  Some girls were more than happy to play around with a strap-on, but of course, any time I’d suggested the idea, most of my ex-girlfriends ran the gamut from indifferent to downright hostile. Naomi did her best to accommodate me with toys and such, but she drew the line at a strap-on.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” she’d said when we’d discussed it a while back. “It’s just not something I can do.” It figured that a woman as adventurous as her would have some limits and one would coincide with something I wanted.

  Sighing again, I shook my head. Then I looked at the computer screen and tried to remember what I’d been working on before Naomi called.

  Fat chance. Not when a night of scorching hot sex awaited me, and not when my gut was wound in knots over a craving that would. Not. Die.

  It wasn’t like Naomi was lacking in bed. She could eat pussy like nobody’s business, and her fingers were pure magic. Her sex drive matched mine, and neither of us ever let the other go to sleep without a few orgasms. Whatever she had in mind would leave me breathless. It always did.

  But what I wouldn’t give . . .

  After work, I showered and changed, and at around ten past six, I left for her place.

  When she opened her front door, my heart fluttered. The sight of her always had that effect on me, but tonight she’d taken her own advice about wearing something sexy. Good Lord, the woman was beautiful.

  A short black skirt clung to her curvy hips, and her scarlet blouse plunged just far enough to let me know she was wearing my favorite lacy black bra. She’d put her heavily highlighted dark hair up into a messy ponytail, all but inviting me to pull it the way she liked it. Plus, her upswept hair exposed her slender throat, and my mout
h watered at the thought of kissing every inch of her skin. I couldn’t wait to bury my face in her neck later on, when her soft perfume would be strong and intoxicating, mingling with her scent and driving me crazy.

  We exchanged grins, and she stood aside to let me in. As soon as the door was closed, shutting out any nosy neighbors, she put her hands on my hips and kissed me. I expected a bit of foreplay here in the hallway, but she stopped at little more than a peck.

  She winked. “We’ll get there.”

  “But . . .” I licked my lips. “Not even a real kiss?”

  “Nope.” Naomi took my hand and tugged it playfully, batting her eyes at me. “That would mean staying out here that much longer.” She nodded down the hall. “All the fun is that way.”

  “Well, when you put it like that . . .”

  She had definitely put some forethought into this. A couple of candles burned on the dresser, and three more flickered on each nightstand. The curtains were over the windows, the bed turned down—the whole room invited a long, drawn-out evening. Maybe she didn’t have anything kinky in mind tonight—no black leather, no swinging from the chandeliers. Just something sensual and indulgent that would no doubt keep us up well past any reasonable hour.

  And here, now, she finally kissed me.

  Wow, she was horny tonight. Naomi’s kiss was always enough to weaken my knees, but there were some nights . . . wow. Fingers in hair, hips pressing—almost grinding—against hips, the tip of her tongue sliding under mine; she kissed like she needed this as badly as she wanted it. A soft moan vibrated against my lips, and I held her tighter as she pulled the air out of my lungs.

  “What’s gotten into you?” I panted between kisses.

  “You’ll see. But first . . .” She drew back a little and looked down at me. With a devilish grin, she said, “I don’t know why I bother telling you to wear something sexy.” Her hands drifted up under my blouse. “I’m just going to take it all off you anyway.”

  “Well, sometimes the gift wrap is half the fun,” I murmured as I unbuttoned the top of her skirt.

  “True.” Mischief sparkled in her eyes. “I hope you don’t mind if not everything is gift wrapped, though.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Such as . . .?”

  “Nothing, dear,” she singsonged, and pushed my blouse up and off without bothering to unbutton it. “But you are way too dressed for my liking right now.”

  I didn’t bother with a smart-aleck response. I just kissed her and shoved her skirt over her hips.

  Shuffling across the floor, we threw off clothes, kicked off clothes, almost tore off clothes, until there was nothing between us. Until nothing hindered my hands’ exploration of Naomi’s soft, familiar curves. Kissing her deeply, I pinched her hard nipples, and she wriggled against me.

  Then she ran her hand up between my thighs. I sucked in a breath and grabbed a bedpost for support as her fingertip went from skin to slick, sensitive flesh. She ran the pad of her finger over my clit so lightly, so gently, I might have thought I’d imagined it had it not been for the jolt of electricity her touch sent crackling through my veins.

  “Mmm, you’re already wet.” She kissed me again, then teased my lower lip with the tip of her tongue as two fingers slid easily into my pussy. “You’ve been thinking dirty thoughts today, haven’t you?”

  “You know I have.” I closed my eyes as she moved her fingers in and out. “Ever since you called.”

  “Good.” She grinned against my lips. “Then my plan is off to a flawless start.”

  “And what plan is this?”

  “Patience, mi amor,” she said, withdrawing her fingers. “We’re getting there.”

  I bit back a frustrated moan. “Are we?”

  “Yes.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “We are.” With that, she dragged me down onto the bed on top of her.

  Lost in a deep kiss, we tangled up in each other, moving with the unselfconscious clumsiness of lovers who didn’t have to pretend to be graceful anymore. Naomi parted her legs and hooked one around my waist, drawing me against her. I straddled her leg, and my clit pressed against her thigh as I moved my hips, and every motion sent delicious waves through me. My own thigh rubbed against her pussy; she squirmed and moaned and dug her nails into my shoulders.

  I slipped my hand behind her head and gripped her hair, tugging it hard until she shuddered so violently I almost thought I’d made her come. Our desperate kiss didn’t do much to muffle her moans, and I pulled harder and moved my hips faster just to make her moan again. She was always so beautifully vocal, and her helpless sounds turned me on as much as our bodies moving together.

  With a gasp, Naomi broke the kiss and arched her back beneath us.

  “Oh God . . .” She bit her lip and closed her eyes, clawing at my butt as she pressed her pussy harder against my thigh. She whimpered again. “Don’t make me . . . don’t make me come yet.”

  I kissed her neck and slowed my hips. “And why shouldn’t I make you come, baby?”

  Her hips wriggled beneath mine. “Because I want . . . I want . . .”

  Her scent mingled with that delicious perfume. I knew exactly why she didn’t want me to make her come. If I did, she’d be too sensitive for me to go down on her.

  “Tell me what you want, baby.” I paused to nip her earlobe. “Tell me.”

  She sucked in a breath and shuddered against me. “I’ve spent all day . . . thinking about the things you do with your mouth.”

  “Like what?”

  “You know what.”

  “I do.” I nibbled her earlobe. “But I want to hear you say it.”

  Another whimper preceded another shudder, and she raked her nails up my back. “Baby, please, I want you to eat my pussy.”

  Oh, yes, please . . .

  “You’d best get to the edge of the bed, then,” I whispered.

  We exchanged a quick let’s get down to business kiss, then moved to the side of the bed. She sat on the edge, propped up on her elbows with her heels anchored on the box spring, and I knelt on the floor.

  Our eyes met. My God, she was fucking stunning like this. Hair disheveled and tumbling down both sides of her flushed face, lips parted, pupils blown. Even the dim candlelight couldn’t hide the blush of pink that bloomed on her neck and chest.

  “Beth, please. Oh, baby, I can’t wait . . .”

  “Neither can I.” Heart pounding and my own clit tingling with arousal, I pushed her knees apart. Starting at the inside of her thigh, I trailed light kisses up her leg, inching closer and closer to her pussy. I glanced up, and her expression turned my insides to liquid. In that moment, I didn’t care if I ever found out what she had planned for tonight, because just watching her, and getting closer to that thin strip of neatly trimmed dark hair that drew my attention straight to her very wet pussy, I was about to come unglued.

  “You’re such a tease,” she moaned. “Come on . . .”

  “I’m getting there.”

  “Not fast enough. You’re— Ooh!”

  I ran the tip of my tongue around her clit again. Gasping and shaking, she sank back onto the bed. She kneaded my scalp, and I laid an arm over her to keep her hips still. Jesus, she was so tangy and sweet, and so damned wet. My whole body trembled as every taste of her, every sweep of my tongue across the slick, hot surface of her clit, aroused me beyond words. I was half-tempted to touch myself at the same time, but I held back. She’d come first, then I’d get . . . whatever she had planned.

  Oh, but for now, sweetheart, you’re all mine.

  Naomi wriggled and squirmed, crying out as I teased all those places she loved. I slipped two fingers inside her and bent them slightly.

  “Oh God, that’s amazing. Don’t . . . don’t stop . . .”

  Like I had any intention of stopping. She tightened around my fingers, and her moans escalated to cries as I circled her clit faster and faster with the tip of my tongue. Her cries deteriorated back into breathless whimpers, and I held her right at the ed
ge. She gripped my hair tight enough to sting as I kept her just this side of a climax.

  And finally, I surrendered her to a near-sobbing, thrashing orgasm. She shook and arched off the bed, and my own pussy tingled and tightened like I was the one going out of my mind. I so loved the way she sounded and felt and tasted and looked when she came.

  “Stop, stop,” she whispered, and I backed off so she wouldn’t get painfully sensitive. Her fingers relaxed in my hair and her body sank back to the bed. “Oh my God,” she slurred. “You’re amazing.”

  I licked my lips, savoring one last taste of her pussy. Then I started to stand, but she held up her hand.

  “Wait. Before you get up—” she grinned and gestured at the floor by my knees “—reach under the bed.”

  I eyed her.

  The grin broadened. “Trust me.”

  I did as I was told and found a cardboard shoebox. Giving her one more uncertain glance, I withdrew the box. “What’s this?”

  “Open it and find out.”

  I lifted the lid.

  It took a few seconds to make sense of the thick blue dildo resting on a nest of leather straps and buckles, but when it all added up in my head, my breath caught.

  “Oh. My God.” I stared up at her, my lips parted in disbelief. “Please tell me you’re not joking.”

  She winked. “I thought we could try something a little different tonight.”

  “Different.” I shifted my gaze to the shoebox, then back to her. Heart thumping, I whispered, “You’re . . . you’re serious.”

  “Absolutely.” She got up on her knees. “Now get it out so I can put it on. Unless you just want to look at it all night?”

  I laughed. “No, I definitely want you to put it on.” I lifted the tangled harness out of the box and handed it to her.

  As I stood, she held up the harness and scowled at it. More to herself than me, she murmured, “Okay, now which way did . . . oh, right . . .” She pulled it on, sliding it over one thigh, then the other, before fussing with the belt. “Damn it.” Color rushed into her cheeks as she glanced at me. “I had the hang of this, I swear.”

  “Been practicing, have we?”