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I slid my T-shirt up, sat back against the door and opened my legs. The carpet was rough against my thighs.
“Kat,” I said. “Are you still touching your hair?”
“Yes.”
“Stop. Put your hand on your stomach.”
A rustle. A breath. “Okay.”
“Now lower. Slide it inside your joggers.”
“Dani…” Her voice cracked on my name. “Fuck. Are you doing this?”
“I’m going to tell you what I’d do,” I said. “And you’re going to listen. And you can stay on your side of the door.”
I told her. I told her I’d push her against that door and kiss her until she forgot who she worked for. I’d go down on my knees. I’d lick her through her knickers first, so slowly, then peel them off and use my tongue where she needed it, and I wouldn’t stop until she begged, because I was a very patient woman and she had two years to pay for.
I heard her moan through the wood. I heard her breath catch, her fingers moving, the soft wet sound of it. I touched myself too, my fingers circling my clit, my head tipped back on the door, my voice getting lower and rougher with every filthy thing I said.
“Dani,” she gasped. “I’m going to…”
“Come for me.”
She did. A long, low cry. Then I did, shaking and biting my own wrist so I didn’t wake the corridor.
We sat there, breathless, one door apart.
“Tomorrow,” she said, a bit shakily. “Open it.”
“We’ll see,” I said. “You’ll have to earn it.”
I could hear her grinning.
Ending 15 of 16: Door Between Us. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.