When Gwen returned to her office, she canceled the task force meeting for the day and asked everyone to email their progress reports. She knew they’d grumble about the request, since that meant making a formal report on everything they’d accomplished for the day.
She spent the afternoon following up on the more promising leads from the hotline, tempted every few minutes to call CC. She so wished she could call and vent about everything that had happened, but she had promised Chief Ziegler she wouldn’t tell a soul about their conversation. Besides, although it was likely that Tony Maglia was the mole Wright had planted within her task force, she didn’t have any solid evidence. That meant it could still be anyone.
The afternoon flew by and at four p.m. Gwen realized she had skipped lunch. She was just grabbing her jacket when CC popped her head in the door.
“Geez, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were ignoring us.” She smiled.
“Oh, hi CC. I just needed some time to clean up some loose ends. We’ve been flying around the city so much all week, I hadn’t had time to catch up here.”
“Are you on your way out?” CC asked, noticing Gwen’s jacket over her arm.
“Just for a bite to eat,” Gwen said, smiling.
“I know the perfect place to relax,” CC said mischievously.
“Oh?” Gwen laughed.
“Follow me,” CC ordered.
Twenty minutes later CC stopped her car in front of an attractive house, aluminum-sided in beige with dark brown trim. Elm and maple trees shaded half the small yard, and the bushes in front were neatly trimmed just below the front picture window.
Just inside the door they shed their coats onto an brass coat rack, and walked into a modern furnished living room decorated in bright yellows, oranges, greens and deep burgundy. To the right was a modern kitchen with a chrome and glass table in the center. The chairs were also shiny chrome, and thick hunter green and burgundy cushions were tied to the seats and backs.
“Something smells wonderful,” Gwen commented.
“Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” CC told her. “I put a roast in the Crock-Pot this morning, so everything will be done in a minute.”
A few minutes later they were feasting on roast beef, potatoes and carrots cooked in thick beef gravy. CC also served homemade coleslaw and rye bread. She opened a bottle of wine and filled their glasses.
“This is great! You can cook for me anytime,” Gwen said, stuffing a fork full of roast beef into her mouth.
“I’m glad you like it. I like the ‘quick and easy’ route too.”
Gwen ate until she was stuffed and pushed her plate away. “God that was good. Thank you.”
“I told you I’d make you dinner. I keep my promises,” she teased.
“I can’t eat another bite.”
“I’ve got dessert…homemade brownies and butter pecan ice cream. But we can wait awhile if you’d like.”
“You’re already spoiling me,” Gwen laughed. “Let’s wait.”
Gwen helped CC clear the table and clean up the dishes and they retreated to the living room to finish their wine.
“Not quite the ambiance of your fireplace, but I like it here,” CC said, turning on the stereo to an oldies station, which was playing soothing seventies songs.
“I like it too…and the company is fantastic,” Gwen said, putting her arm around CC’s shoulders. She moved slightly so their thighs touched. She knew she shouldn’t be with CC, not knowing who the department leak was yet, but she couldn’t help herself. This woman was intelligent, gorgeous and sexy. It had been so long since she had felt even the slightest stirring in her body for another woman.
CC turned and kissed Gwen tenderly. There was no need to hurry. Gwen returned her kiss, enjoying the feel of her soft lips and the taste of her welcoming mouth. Their passion grew and the sensual melding of their bodies turned more desperate. CC finally pulled away and stood, grasping Gwen’s hand and leading her into the bedroom.
Gwen followed CC’s leisurely pace as they undressed each other. God, she’s beautiful, Gwen thought when they were finally standing at the end of the bed naked. CC took Gwen’s hand again and led her to the side of the bed. She pulled down the covers and slid between the silky sheets. Gwen followed and snuggled closely to CC, wanting to feel every inch of the body next to hers and take in the scent of her perfume and the musky odor of her desire.
Gwen slowly and tenderly caressed CC’s breasts until her nipples were rigid under her fingertips. They kissed until passion led to urgent desire. She carefully traced her fingers down her firm belly, gradually and deliberately drawing small, titillating circles with her touch, and then finally lowered her hand between CC’s thighs. She massaged the tiny hardness between her legs, feeling the moistness of her desire. When she could wait no longer, Gwen plunged her fingers into CC until she arched and screamed with orgasm.
Massaging CC’s inner thigh, she was planning on pleasuring her again. CC pushed her hand away.
CC scooted her body down and buried her head between Gwen’s legs. Lightly and sensually, she sucked on her clit until Gwen was close to orgasm. Just as Gwen thought she was going to explode, CC thrust her fingers into Gwen’s welcoming body and Gwen experienced the most gigantic, powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. “Oh my God,” Gwen cried.
They rested in each other’s arms until they were again full of raw desire, and then began their sensual dance all over again; tasting, exploring, and finding each other’s most sensitive spots. Gwen thought she’d never get enough, so infatuated she was with CC’s body and the thrill of her seductive touch. Their bodies felt perfectly matched as they intertwined their bodies together.
Exhausted from their lovemaking, CC laid her head on Gwen’s shoulder. Gwen gently ran her fingers along CC’s arm, back and forth rhythmically until they fell asleep, still entwined together.