Jill said goodbye to her Thursday six-o’clock regular. She opened the door to let him out and did a double take when she spotted Amelia in the waiting area. They were supposed to meet at the Pink Bean in half an hour. From there they’d walk to the Griffith-Porter gallery together.
“I’m here for an emergency session,” Amelia said, after Jill’s client was out of earshot. “I hope you can spare the time.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
“I’m supposed to meet someone in half an hour.” Jill was more than happy to play along.
Amelia rose and all but pushed Jill into her office. After she closed the door behind them, she studied it. “Does this have a lock?”
“What kind of emergency session did you have in mind?” Jill double-locked the door, not that anyone would be barging in unexpectedly.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Amelia smiled her lopsided, dizzying smile. She had dressed up in a spaghetti-strap top accentuating her exquisite shoulder line.
‘Soon’ couldn’t come fast enough for Jill. “Is there a specific issue you would like to address?”
Amelia nodded and held out her hand. “Oh, yes. Very specific.”
Jill took Amelia’s hand and let herself be tugged closer. Amelia wrapped her arms around Jill’s neck and kissed her with such fierce warmth, Jill forgot all about the opening they were supposed to attend. Whereas a few weeks earlier, a new exhibition at her favorite gallery would have been highlighted in her calendar and something she’d be looking forward to, her priorities seemed to have shifted—or perhaps even reduced to a single one: Amelia.
As they kept kissing, Amelia walked them to the nearest wall and gently pushed Jill against it.
“I seem to have developed a new obsession, Doctor,” Amelia whispered in her ear while she wasted no time undoing the buttons on Jill’s blouse. “There’s this woman I can’t stop thinking about. I’m talking day and night here. Every second of every minute. My soccer career is suffering greatly.” Amelia kissed her neck while she bared Jill’s stomach.
“Who is this woman?” Jill said in between groans. “She must be quite something to have you”—Amelia’s hands had traveled to her back and were fiddling with the clasp of her bra—“so enthralled.”
“I’m pretty sure”—Amelia unhooked Jill’s bra and stared at her chest while she first slid Jill’s blouse off her arms, and then her bra—“she has me under some sort of spell. She’s a psychiatrist and while I’ve never heard of anything like that occurring in any of the research journals I subscribe to, I can’t know everything. Maybe you’ve heard of such a thing before?” Amelia heaved a small sigh—as though the sight of Jill’s naked chest was exactly what she’d been waiting to see all day long—and gently cupped Jill’s breasts in her hands, her fingers skimming along her nipples.
“Oh,” Jill groaned. She was done playing along. This was what Amelia did to her. In a matter of minutes, she had her reduced to a puddle of pure lust. Amelia’s lips were on her again, preventing Jill from speaking, anyway, for which she was more than glad. She buried her hands in Amelia’s hair, not caring that they had somewhere to be. Just as Jill didn’t care that her blouse was lying crumpled on the floor. All the things that had once mattered to her before were no longer important when she was with Amelia, when all she cared about was quenching the relentless hunger between her legs.
Amelia caressed her nipples, and Jill could feel herself flood once again. The heat in her core transformed into liquid warmth between her legs. Amelia kissed her way down to Jill’s breasts, trailed a moist and delicious path to the side of her chest before her lips clasped wetly and heavenly around Jill’s nipple.
Jill steadied herself against the wall. She had never done anything like this in her office. How would she focus on what her clients were saying with the memory of doing this lingering about? With the memory of Amelia, her former client, sucking her nipple deep into her mouth? Jill could feel the sweep of Amelia’s tongue all the way into her core.
Amelia’s hands meandered over her belly, making Jill’s pulse pick up speed, its frantic rhythm reflected between her legs. Amelia flipped open the button to Jill’s slacks and wasted no time unzipping her. Her lips remained on Jill’s nipple, her tongue twirling. Her hand dipped down resolutely. A finger skated along Jill’s panties. This was turning into a matter of acute urgency for Jill—maybe that was what Amelia had referred to earlier. This had been her intention all along. If it was symbolic for Jill that Amelia’s finger was about to dive into her panties in her office, it must hold some meaning for Amelia as well. She had first entered here a partly broken woman, someone who needed fixing, or at the very least some guidance on how to make her life better. Jill hadn’t been much help, yet here they stood.
Jill concluded that both their lives were infinitely better now. Sometimes meeting someone new was all it took—that and taking a chance at a time when you might not think it opportune. Jill had seen it over and over again. It was the very definition of life with all its ups and downs, its peaks and valleys with all the people that you met and lost and kept and rekindled a connection with along the way.
Amelia was someone to hang on to, although Jill had no crystal ball. But someone who could set her blood on fire just by aiming a smile at her, by saying a few choice words in that maddeningly low voice of hers, was not someone Jill would be prepared to lose anytime soon.
Then again, there had been a time when she would have said the same about Rasmus, who was now thousands of miles away. He was completely out of her life, because the course of a life, by definition, was unknowable. She silently wished him well.
From the second she had first clasped eyes on Amelia, Jill had known that something of Amelia would remain in her soul for the rest of her days on this planet. Silly as it might have been at the time, it had been that impactful. That, too, Jill had learned from years of experience: the silliest of things can often leave the biggest impact. The smallest occurrences can have the biggest consequences.
Like the minute action of Amelia’s finger, drawing the lightest of circles around her clit, revving up Jill’s arousal to the point where she could barely contain herself.
Amelia’s lips had traveled from her nipple back to her ear. “I want you so much,” she murmured, her voice dipping into its sexiest register.
Jill suspected that Amelia knew full well that it was an extra instrument to turn her on. Just like the finger in her panties, and her lips around Jill’s nipple earlier, the sound of Amelia’s distinct voice in her ear set off rounds of fireworks in her flesh.
Then, at last, Amelia’s finger slipped inside her panties and slid through her wetness. Jill’s knees buckled because what else could they do? Her body was under an attack of arousal. Amelia had whirled into her office like a tornado of lust, her eyes glinting with purpose, her only goal Jill’s swift seduction.
Amelia’s finger entered her and Jill’s breath stalled. It always did when Amelia slipped into her, when she breached the very last border of intimacy.
Amelia’s palm skated along Jill’s pulsing clit. Every stroke of her fingers made Jill pant harder.
How was it even possible to want someone this much? To spend the better portion of the day dreaming of their fingers delving inside of you, when your brain should really be focusing on other things. But Amelia’s strong, capable fingers were the stuff Jill’s dreams were made of these days. And right now, those fingers were doing another magnificent job of taking her completely out of her head and transporting her to Amelia-land. To the place where only Amelia existed with her zealous love of soccer and her fierce, protective love for her friends Dawn and Cindy and her love for analytics and biometrics and scientific literature and now, perhaps, also her love for Jill.
Because in that moment Jill felt very loved by Amelia, although her sense of reality was heavily distorted by the climax burrowing its way through her muscles, rumbling through her flesh—like that very first lightning bolt that had struck her right in the heart.
She clung to Amelia’s body while she came, while her entire being seemed to clasp itself around Amelia’s fingers.
“Oh, fuck,” Jill said, after she was able to speak again. She pulled Amelia so close she could feel her lips stretch into a smile against her cheek. “This is no way to behave in your therapist’s office.”
“Then let’s get out of here so you can buy me some poncy art.”